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“I am my father’s daughter, and I am not afraid of anything.”

(English/quo.) By Michael Hirst; ‘Queen Elizabeth I: Elizabeth.’

~ Ying Yue Jiang ~

It was an embrace I hadn’t thought about in a while. Part of me felt guilty because the last time I had craved such warmth, wanting to hear my nickname since I was a child, was when Zuko and I got into an argument. Crying on the beach, aching for nothing more but Mom’s and Dad’s arms wrapped around me.

Dad would always crack such a dad joke during those moments. It would cause us to stop snuggling and stare at him with an expression of bafflement and amusement, no matter how terrible it was.

‘You are so embarrassing; why did I marry you?’ Mom would grouse, but I saw her sheepish grin.

In so many ways, the look Mom gave Dad reminded me of how Zuko looked at me. My child-like behaviour and attitude often drove Zuko up the wall. Both Mom and Zuko feign annoyance. But now I saw what my Dad saw all those years with Mom.

That glimmer of enjoyment - love .

I could feel my skin flush, my body trembling like a leaf during a windy day. Unable to fathom, believe , that I would be able to witness that look of utter love once again from someone other than Zuko.

Within a few years, I had already begun to lose the details. A weak remembrance of how he looked and how much I loved Dad’s hugs. My head stuffed into his chest, my eyes swollen as I bawled.

The flowers scattered on the floor under our feet, gripping onto his worn clothes as if he could disappear from under my grasp any second. The thought of him leaving, losing him once again, had my heart cramping. It was the same pain when I thought I had lost Zuko. I couldn’t survive if I had to go through that suffering again. The pain of losing someone when I finally got them back-

“Your hugs are worse than Mom’s, button.”

A burst of bittersweet laughter erupted from me; cries laced in between. Mom’s hugs were synonymous with death grips. Rarely did she show affection, but when she did, she went all out. 

But hearing his voice, something I haven’t heard in years, had me in another fit. I couldn’t get a single word out, not willing to let go of him because it had to be a dream. A cruel dream, a wish of mine that I had learned to let go of because it wasn’t doing anything but instilling false hope.

But I can feel it.

His pulse under my hands, heart beating just as fast as mine. It felt so real, battling to breathe between my sobs. His calloused fingers were caressing my hair, trying to calm me down, but I was struggling.

Everything hit me at once, my breathing short as I felt my face grow in heat because it was like I couldn’t get enough air. The whole weight of the world rested on my shoulders, overwhelmed with so much emotion. Every breath came out as a wheeze my mind spun-

“ Love .” Zuko hummed softly. 

His warm hand rested over the small of my back. It was a humble, gentle gesture. So faint in touch that it would’ve gone unnoticed if he hadn’t cooed my name. He was letting the palm of his hand rest for just a second, waiting for me to take account of him before pulling back.

But that second was all I needed. A moment of clarity - this wasn’t a dream.

Dad.

“I missed you so much.”

A contradiction - Dad’s eyes were glossy, tears freely sliding down his face. Yet, he held the brightest of smiles. It reached his eyes and caused wrinkles to paint the edges. His large hand raised and combed back my hair from my face, my tears causing it to stick.

I-I feel like a child again. Memories flashed before me as he carefully wiped away my tears with a burst of nervous laughter. His eyes were frantically scanning, trying to memorize every aspect of myself as his thumb brushed another tear.

It was like he was in much of a state of disbelief as me, unable to believe that it was me. Five years. Five years since we’ve last seen each other, and just as Dad studied my appearance, my eyes finally began to explore. I felt my gaze darken.

Dad...he looks old. Not old, in that of ageing, but old as in tired .

Dad’s skin pale, eyes sunken, his once long glossy hair now short and shaggy. I hadn’t realized how my hand reached, my fingertips falling over Dad’s nose, a speck of dirt on it. Cut and bruised. His skin felt rough, dry, filled with blemishes and scars. I don’t remember him feeling like this. I remember Dad boasting of how his hands were softer than Mom.

Dad’s heart, the softness and love that he held, was still present in his warm gaze. Yet there were these walls . The brightness of his soul struggled to shine through, and my shoulders slumped.

“Dad…I’m so sorry.”

The guilt that I thought I let go, unleashing as my bottom lip trembled. I could feel the grief and suffering he must have felt all these years. Having aged a dozen in a span of a few, and it was all my fault.

“I should’ve stayed and helped-”

“Don’t you dare blame yourself,” He spoke sternly.

His hands fell over my shoulders with a secure grip. Dad used that classic tone of his whenever I got in trouble. While rare, it was often a well-deserved lecturing and yet the sound of him being firm about his statement- I found myself crying harder.

I missed him so much that even getting lectured made me so unbelievably happy.

“If anything happened to you, button. We wouldn’t forgive ourselves.”

“Mom-” I sniffled, staring up at him with a small glimmer of hope. I knew the answer, but I had to ask. I needed to know for sure. “I-is she okay?”

A flash of pain, his eyes were tearing once again as he swallowed, “I couldn’t save her, button.”

Her hands were twisting frantically as Mom swung water towards the enemies. Her bare feet dug into the ground, not at all caring that the rocks dug into her soles. Mom was covered in a layer of dirt, her hair tumbling from her braids as her movements were powerful. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, and I remember looking up at her at that moment and realizing just how cool my Mom was.

That moment of appreciation, an appreciation that came far too late disappeared soon after.

‘Go,’ she had screamed.

A look of utter desperation flashed as I watched water engulf a man’s head, drowning him in seconds. Her expression was one I had never seen on her. Mom was strong, a force to be reckoned with that people would often do a double-take when they found out she was the village doctor. To see fear in her eyes, her screaming at me to run, had my blood running cold.

I clumsily scrambled backwards, listening to Mom’s command in a heartbeat. I was too scared to disobey even if I wanted to—my body working against my free will.

And as if she saw the fear in me, she smiled at me, a smile that would forever be etched in my mind. It reached her beautiful crystal eyes as her presence felt warm. If only I had known at the time why she had smiled. She didn’t want the last moments I had with her to be of fear but utter love.

I ran as fast as I could through the forest, crying.

“We knew what we were risking when we did what we did, button. This is not a burden that you need to carry,” Dad whispered, and I smiled through my tears, “It’s also not a burden for you to carry, Dad.”

It was like that’s what he needed to hear all these years. Dad silently wept as he rested his head against mine. I could feel him shaking, his heart aching. He missed Mom .

A week without Zuko and the world felt colourless. Dad suffered all those years by himself. I can’t even begin to imagine what he is going through. Not having a shoulder to cry on, someone to lean on.

“I missed you so much,” Dad confessed, “and I promise I’ll visit as often as I can, button.”

I lowered at the thought of saying goodbye, even if it was just for a few days. I could already envision his figure walking away from me, growing smaller and smaller in size until he was nothing more than a dot on the horizon. Don’t be such a baby, Yue.

Yet, there was this nagging part in me. I just got Dad back. I don’t want to let him go-

“ Excuse me, I do not wish to interrupt,” Zuko awkwardly spoke, and we both turned to face him.

A flustered blush coated my cheeks because while his tone was a bit uncomfortable, watching from afar our interaction, Zuko looked happy . His stunning eyes twinkled with that adorable dimple, the rays of the sun illuminating him from above like a brilliant star. He did this.

Made my dreams a reality, one by one.

“We have arranged a bedroom, a home , for you to stay in the Kingdom if you so wish.”

My eyes widened. Is he serious-

Zuko’s expression never wavered once. His eyes were meeting Dad’s with a look of affirmation. It was the same one Zuko and I shared often, and my heart fluttered - he’s going to take care of Dad as best as he can. Dad can live with us, no more goodbyes. Zuko prepared everything and more for this, and I had no clue. Was this why he looked stressed yesterday?

“A tailor is scheduled for tomorrow to prepare a new set of clothing for yourself, and a check-up is planned for tonight. Although, I imagine Katara will step forward and replace the doctor. She’s the greatest healer I know, and I have complete confidence in her.”

“Zuko…” I whispered, and he met my gaze.

It was so soft my heart skipped a beat. Even without direct touch, spoken words, it felt like a blanket of security and comfort fell over my shoulders. Those cozy mornings where you awaken from a great rest. That’s how I felt with Zuko.

With a bright smile, I tugged on Dad’s hand. I could not contain the bubble of excitement despite my drying tears because it was something I never thought I would’ve gotten the chance to say.

“Dad, I have to introduce you to someone.”

He raised a brow, and Zuko looked at me with a puzzled look. His nose wrinkled in that attractive manner as my grasp over Dad slipped from between my fingers. My hands found themselves draped over Zuko’s chest, feeling the lush fabric underneath my touch.

With a prideful smile, I looked at Dad, “Dad, this is Zuko, and he’s my home .”

I don’t think I ever saw Zuko turn as red as he did. It reminded me of Kiyi in so many ways whenever I teased her silly - especially about her little crush on Tom-Tom. His cheeks were redder than the roses in the garden, his lips parting and struggling to find words. If anyone else were here, they would be scoffing at the sight.

I swear I could hear Zuko release a tiny exhale of utter surprise, taken aback, which was a more challenging reaction to pull than you would expect. A wave of embarrassment at my loud declaration of love, but I spotted that glimmer of pride in his eyes. 

Zuko knew the importance of that simple word - home .

It meant more than just me saying I loved him. It meant I could trust him, rely on him, spend the rest of my life with him and beyond because he’s my other half. I could feel Zuko’s heart race under my fingertips as I stared up at him with nothing else but utter love.

“Oh-” Dad spoke, clearing his throat, and I saw the intensity Zuko and him shared.

It was a silent acknowledgement with a slight awkwardness. I bit my lip, my fingers fidgeting with the edge of Zuko’s low neckline as Dad studied him. I didn’t take in how awkward this was going to be. I read in novels that the first meeting was always a bit odd. But experiencing it firsthand was a whole other story.

A nervous smile, staring up at Zuko to send him a sense of reassurance. As he tilted his head towards me, it was then my eyes narrowed. Pink and dark- is he burnt?

“Zuko-” I worried, as my hands reached upwards to touch the red marks over his neck. 

It was heated and slightly raised as the pads of my fingers delicately grazed his neck. It looked like it hurt a ton, and I heard Zuko wince under his breath. I wavered, my brows pinching as my lips pulled downwards. It was perfectly drawn in front of his neck, fading as it trailed to the back.

“What happened? Are you alright?” I asked.

A moment of hesitation. I swear I saw it. It was quick, like a flash of lightning, before Zuko let a light touch fall over my lower back, “It’s nothing, love.”

“You’re hurt-”

“An allergic reaction. A new necklace arrived for me, and it seems to have irritated my skin.”

I frowned, staring at him with a hint of disbelief.

I’ve seen allergies from aiding Mom and Katara; this seemed like a superficial burn. Why would the front of his neck be raised if that were true? Wouldn’t it start from the back forward? Falling down his chest where the necklace would hang-

“Don’t overthink it, love. I promise.” Zuko said, and I huffed, “When Dad gets a check-up, ask Katara to look at it, please .”

Zuko nodded before eyeing behind me.

I looked over my shoulder, a quiet smile over Dad’s face, and I blushed. Our conversation wasn’t naughty in any way, but it felt odd knowing Dad overheard. But why? It was a conversation that I wouldn’t care if Toph or Sokka listened to. But knowing that Dad heard-

I’m not used to Dad in my life anymore. It hurt, my stomach in knots, recognizing how I adjusted to a life without Dad and Mom. It was expected. You can’t pause your life because someone passed away, as painful as it may feel. But having Dad back made me understand how much I wanted him.

 Guilt within me rose because it felt like I had forgotten about him. I pushed him to the side as a distant memory. I feel like I’ve been such a terrible daughter all these years. My hands balled into fists. I knew I did nothing wrong, but this guilt kept nipping away at me-

“I have a feeling you’re in charge of the gardens, button,” Dad spoke, pulling me away from my thoughts.

He bore a large grin, dramatically scanning the gardens and pointing at the blossoming flowers around us. The scent of nature was strong despite its delicate and soothing undertones. For a moment, I had forgotten where we were. People were whirring around while a few shot us curious glances as they enjoyed their afternoon stroll.

Dad let out a tired sigh, crouching in his spot, and I took notice of patches on his pants from previous tears. His clothes looked so worn from the rough weather and use. It was like Zuko knew Dad would need a new set of clothing, a restart in life.

Dad’s calloused fingers reached to the ground below, plucking the flowers I had carelessly dropped earlier. A few of the petals had fallen from the impact and scattered. He looked at me amused, “The gardens...it reminds me of your bedroom growing up.”

I laughed as I wiped away the remaining tears; a few shaky breaths escaped me. Dad raised the bundle towards me, and I grabbed it from his hold. I pressed them to my chest, my fingers strumming the stems as I felt Zuko hold my waist from behind.

“You should show him what you’ve done, love. Yue has quite the eye for nature.”

“Her mother,” Dad proudly claimed, and I beamed at Zuko’s compliment, “I just planted a flower with Zuko under a tree. And I have to so you the new idea I have. I’m thinking of having a tiny section for the kids to learn how to grow vegetables.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, button.”

“ Oh! I can also show you the kitchen where I bake and the hot springs; I know you love the hot springs.”

My finger fell over my lip as ideas came rushing one by one—so many things to tell, to show. My cheeks heated as I trembled with an uncontrollable sense of excitement.

“And I have to show you Appa. But make sure you have your mouth close ‘cause he can give wet kisses-”

“Appa?” Dad repeated, and I nodded, “Avatar Aang’s companion, his flying bison.”

A moment of silence fell between us as Dad stared at me with utter wonder. As if the words I spoke were of a different dialect. His eyes lightened up the more I recounted until he burst into a round of laughter. It was so strange to hear his voice. It’s not a dream; he’s here.

Dramatic with his words and actions. Dad was lively in so many ways, the burst of energy in our home and I bit my lip as my eyes teared. If only Mom were here too.

“I have a lot of catching up to do, don’t I?” Dad spoke positively, and I could hear the sadness in such a statement. I ignored it. Stay positive; he’s here, no reason to be sad anymore .

I nodded sheepishly.

“Why don’t you go on a walk with your Dad, love. You have plenty to share,” Zuko suggested.

“If she tells stories like how she did when she was a teenager, it’s going to be a long walk.” Dad teased, and I pouted, “ Dad !”

“It still hasn’t changed,” Zuko whispered from behind as if I wouldn’t have been able to hear.

His warm breath against the skin of my neck, goosebumps rising as I immediately turned on my heel to slap his arm. The grin Zuko shot me, chuckling at my flustered appearance, all while he acted as if he was in pain. We both knew a single punch from me wouldn’t do anything to him unless I tried.

Dealing with Zuko, Sokka’s and Toph’s teasing already had me mentally exhausted. Now adding Dad to the mix, the history-bearer of my childhood had me terrified. I wonder how Zuko and Dad will get along-

“Let’s go, button,” Dad spoke, propping his arm for me to link and to go forth with our reunion stroll.

If you were to tell me this would happen, I couldn’t see myself doing anything other than skipping to him. Our arms linked as I eagerly took us for our walk under the beautiful sunny sky. The both of us would chat away with sparkling smiles and happy tears as Dad let me babble on and on about everything and more. 

But that all paused as I heard that sigh leave his dry lips once again.

I stared at Dad, studying his posture as his chest fell and rose in slow, ragged breaths. It was the same deep and long exhale when he rose from his crouch. His large hands tumbled over his thighs as he pushed himself upwards. It was like every movement came with pain and exhaustion. 

As the heat of the sun rained over our figures, I could see the happiness in his eyes. The faint wrinkles and glow that he had. But I spotted more than just that. Just like before, I took in how much time has passed.

We weren’t frozen in time; we’ve changed.

And for him, it seems to have taken a tremendous toll than I would’ve never imagined.

His shoulders were slumped, skin dirty, and his clothing tattered. This wasn’t who Dad was. He was confident, taking pride in how well he took care of himself. Mom bragging and showing off Dad with a smug grin to everyone in our village.

“Dad...how about we take our walk after dinner?” I hummed, my fingers twirling. His eyes widened as a wave of concern washed over him. As if he had done something wrong, said something to upset me, “Are you sure-”

“Zuko can show us your room, and you can rest for dinner. You have tons of people you have to meet tonight, my family.” I beamed as I gazed up at Zuko, “Dad is here to stay...so there isn’t a need to rush anymore.”

It felt odd saying it out loud; Dad, living with us.

A silly grin plastered on my face as I felt like I was glowing. I was happily leaning against Zuko as his touch caressed my hips, looking down at me with a tender expression. There weren’t enough ways, things I could do and say to convey my thanks. For everything he has done for me, it was above anything I could’ve ever imagined.

“Let’s get going then,” Zuko spoke as I bounced off his figure towards Dad.

My arms wrapped themselves around his waist, snuggling into his chest. I don’t ever remember being able to wrap my arms around him this tightly. I always remember Dad being big and strong, but now he felt tiny in my hug. I’m going to take care of Dad, no matter what.

Zuko moved in front of us, signalling something to the guards as he hushed orders. The guards nodded to whatever he said, but they stilled for a second, shooting me smiles.

I love the people of the kingdom. They shared the same happiness I was currently experiencing. Some people in the kingdom may not wish the best for me, but they’re nothing compared to the love I’ve received from the others.

“I bet you know the layout already of the Kingdom,” I spoke as we walked along the stoned path.

“Not at all,” Dad replied, but his eyes were eagerly soaking up the scenery around us, “Things have changed... a lot. ”

“As I said, I made sure it’s not like how it used to be…” Zuko trailed, not bothering to look over his shoulder.

As he said before? I bit my lip because this whole time, I chalked up the vibe between them as awkwardness. Zuko met my Dad for the first time; so much happened at once. But as I watched Dad stare over Zuko’s broad back, I could begin to understand the emotion I saw - suspicion.

He didn’t fully trust Zuko.

There was something between them, an unspoken rift or cause that I had yet to pinpoint. Could it be? My fingers toyed with the frayed fabric of Dad’s shirt. A deep inkling, already knowing what it could be, why his hold over my shoulders felt tighter than it should.

“Dad…” I whispered as we trailed behind Zuko.

We carefully walked up the steps, the guards before us opening the doors with a nod as the cool air from the kingdom welcomed us. Dad looked down, raising a brow at my gentle call, “What is it, button?”

“I promise you...he is home. Just like how Mom was home to you.”

Dad forced a smile, nodding at my words, “I know...I just-”

I waited for Dad to speak as the glass doors shut behind us.

As if Zuko knew we were talking, he maintained a respectful distance. Unlike me, he wasn’t nosey or curious, and I bit my lip at the utter jealousy. Just waiting for Dad to finish had me on my toes, and as if Dad could tell, he snickered, “Patience.”

“I hear it from Zuko all the time,” I pouted.

Dad had a slight smile creeping, his eyes drifting along the kingdom walls. The painting and statues, all bright and unique. Zuko had told me that much of the art was from villages all around the Fire Nation. To honour and respect the people, and with my input, he plans on adding more.

“Zuko said they added a lot of windows,” I said, and Dad nodded immediately, “It used to be dark, cramped.”

It must have been suffocating.

Ursa told me a few stories of her time living here when she was forced into marriage. She didn’t bring it up often, usually focusing on the happy memories she had of her kids. I refused to pry no matter how curious I was. It was a sensitive topic, understandably, but there was one thing that stuck with me.

‘For a Nation ruled by fire, it never felt so cold.’

A few maids passed by, bowing quickly as they skipped, “Imperial Consort!”

Zuko’s pace flattered for a minute, hearing their cheer, turning to look at us as the maids jumped. I spotted the brown basket she held, covered by thick cloth. It hung on her forearm; they pointed at it, reaching the end to reveal its contents, “We received fresh strawberries for the tarts you wish to make.”

“ Oh, that’s perfect! Tell the guard I’ll have it ready for him tomorrow. And I’ll make some extra for the staff,” I chirped, and the maids giggled, “Will do!”

They waved goodbye as I combed a strand of hair behind my ear - watching them dance to their next task.

A happy sigh escaped me as I shot Zuko a cheeky smile as he gazed at me with a knowing look. The events of yesterday flashed before us, but I quickly stripped my gaze away shyly because now was not the time to recall.

“It’s just up here, in the royal quarters,” Zuko nudged with his head, and my Dad noted with a side glance towards me.

He was studying each corner and turn. While I viewed him as nothing more than my sweet, teddy bear Dad, I tend to forget his other side. Serious, calculated, a general at heart. Dad took in every aspect of where he was to live like it were blueprints of a battle.

Dad looks so confused.

I giggled softly because I could genuinely see Dad trying to remember it all. Zuko casually points in random directions, “The kitchen resides there, and there is always a staff member on guard to cook what you wish. Over there is the library-”

“It’s grand, Dad. You’ll love it,” I added as we walked past the entrance.

We were able to steal glances of the high ceilings and endless rows of written pleasure. I even surprised myself because I actually knew the layout of the kingdom better than I had thought. I guess getting lost all those times did pay off.

The hallways began to change in design, the space between doors visibly distant as people buzzed around and chatted. Their eyes fell over us with curious filled looks. The room felt warm, the windows let the light pour in, and the royal court was perfectly positioned to view the gardens—a sense of tranquillity in the air.

I never came to this section of the kingdom often. Anyone of high status came to me or met me in the gardens. My eyes darted around with the same curiosity as their residents, Zuko’s voice caught my attention.

“And this will be your room.”

We found ourselves paused in front of the heavy door, Zuko’s hand twisting the golden knob, and the door creaked open. Right away, my breath caught.

This wasn’t just a room ; it was a damn house .

Open and welcoming, I didn’t know what to gawk at first. An adorable kitchenette in the far corner, fruits and sweets already resting on the marble counter in a stunning golden bowl—high chairs along the tabletop, which seamlessly lead to the lounging area.

Huge, fluffy couches with a dark wood coffee table, “I think the flowers you picked would look wonderful here, don’t you agree, love?”

I didn’t know what to say.

This was more than what I had expected. I looked up at Dad, and it seemed he was just as flabbergasted as me. It was like he hadn’t seen such comfort in a long time. Part of me did not want to know how he lived all those years we were separated. If his tattered clothes didn’t give away his situation, his sunken cheeks and pale skin did.

“This is too much-” Dad protested, and Zuko shook his head, “As the father of the Queen, it is, in fact, too little.” 

Zuko stepped inside, grabbing the glass vase that rested on the coffee table.

His soft steps seemed to echo in the space, the lack of decor seemingly done purposely to let Dad add his personal touches. But despite the area being quite plain, there was this homey charm. It was like Zuko managed to recreate that feeling of comfort that we had in our bedroom. The large windows opened, and the thin curtains fluttered under the breeze.

Zuko let the vase toy in his hands as he began to walk to the kitchen, filling it with water.

“Your personal maid will be arriving shortly and will prepare your bath and bring some clothes. Your bedroom is just behind that door over there,” Zuko continued, shutting off the tap.

He grabbed the neatly folded towel, wiping the bottom of the vase free of water as he smiled towards me. A signal, as I walked in awe to him. We placed the flowers inside one by one, arranging it so that it looked like it had just freshly bloomed, even with a few missing petals.

It’s beautiful, everything.

From the simple woodwork to the plush couches, I could only imagine how grand the bedroom must be—probably filled to the brim with blankets and pillows. And probably more treats to our delight.

And as I looked at Dad, I felt my heart flutter.

For a moment, I could see his old self. That happiness as his shoulders were slumped, not in defeat, but relaxation. Seeing his body begin to ease just a bit; the first step in Dad trusting Zuko.

I fidget in my spot as Zuko placed the vase at the edge of the kitchen counter, refolding the dishcloth and placing it where it was before. I guess...this is where we part ways, for now, isn’t it? Nibbling on my lip, as I happily watched Dad appreciate his new home.

“Thank you,” I whispered faintly, low enough that Dad could not hear, but I knew Zuko heard from behind because a light kiss was placed on my head, “I love you.”

I took a deep breath, my hands sliding down the front of my dress, unsure of what to say or do. There wasn’t a handbook for this. I never thought I would ever see Dad again, let alone living with Zuko and me. Zuko’s hands rested over my shoulders, a reassuring squeeze as he felt my inner turmoil.

“I think it’s best we let you rest,” Zuko proposed, and while I knew he was right, I didn’t want to leave.

I wanted to stay; I wanted to tell Dad a million and one things. I didn’t want Dad out of my sight. As if he could disappear in a flash with this anxiety in my chest.

“I’m not going anywhere, button,” Dad said with a smile.

I nodded, biting my lips because I felt like crying—such a crybaby. I was always crying whether I was happy or sad. At most, we’d be apart for a few hours so Dad can clean up and rest before dinner. It was selfish of me to push away his needs because I wanted to spend time with him.

With a determined inhale, I straightened, “Dad, I hope you rest well because I have so many things to tell, and you have to listen carefully.”

Dad grinned with open arms, and I dashed, giving him one last tight hug before we left. 

“That means no terrible puns,” I grumbled into his shirt, and I could already tell Dad was puffing above, “My jokes are wonderful.”

“They’re terrible; they remind me of Sokka’s.”

“Sokka?”

I pulled, “ Oh, Dad, you have a lot of people to meet.”

And Dad smiled, looking down at me with a tender expression. A moment of silence passed over us, Dad just staring down at me. It was like he was captured, his hand brushing my hair back, “I’m proud of you, button.”

He’s proud of me…

My eyes teared, could, and I sheepishly pouted and looked away, “Y-you’re so sappy.”

But Dad could tell I was trying to swallow back my emotions, brushing off my insult. Like a child trying to deny that they craved their parents’ affection, stubborn. Why was I being like this? It was something I had always wanted to hear, but I was also so embarrassed.

I never did what I did for praise or recognition. And yet somehow, after only seeing me for a few minutes , Dad already told me he was proud. As if he could see every single thing, my ups and downs, and despite all my mistakes, he still said he was proud.

“I love you, and a day didn’t go by that I didn’t miss you. So don’t be scared to let me go, because I promise I’m not leaving you. I’m going to be right there with you, at dinner, on your birthdays, and at your wedding.”

“Promise,” I trembled, my grip around him tightening, “I promise.”

I pulled away, wiping my teary eyes as I nodded, “I’ll see you at dinner, Dad...I love you.”

“I love you too, button,” Dad smiled before I felt a pair of warm arms envelope me from behind. 

My hands rested on Zuko’s silent acknowledgement as we began to head to the door. Unable to stop the temptation to steal one last glance at Dad before Zuko opened the door for us to leave. Dad is here; I can’t get over it.

With a thud, he was out of view. 

Finally taking a deep breath as we took a few steps away from the door. Neither of us spoke, because I didn’t know where to start. All I could feel was Zuko’s loving embrace, humming softly as we walked down the corridors, everything a blur. 

I was exhausted.

Overwhelmed emotionally, mentally, and physically as my eyes mindlessly stared out the windows. Seeing the birds fly, the trees swayed as petals danced in the air. It was beautiful to watch the butterflies flutter with the flowers, almost as if it was a performance, the petals their props.

“Thank you.”

Breaking the silence, my voice was so calm because I felt like I was ready to cry. Too late - I could feel the wetness down my cheeks. Stumbling as we walked until Zuko stopped out movements-

“Love-”

“I-I can’t say thank you enough.” I bawled, throwing myself into his chest.

My hands were gripping onto the front of his shirt, ignoring the fact that we were in the middle of the hallway, people most likely staring as I clung onto Zuko. Push me away, stop me from acting like a fool.

But Zuko just cooed, holding me tight, “I did this to say thank you to you.”

“But what have I done-” I cried, looking up at him and Zuko smiled, “ Everything .”

His lips pressed against mine, melting in his embrace. Our lips moved slowly, soaking each others presence as my eyes fluttered shut. For a moment, we weren’t Fire Lord and Queen; we were just two people. Ignoring the rules and protocols, we let ourselves dance.

Breathless, his thumb strumming away the tears that had fallen, “I love you, Zuko.”

“Not as much as I love you,” Zuko proclaimed, not a single hint of hesitation because he meant it with all his heart.

Yue sighed in bliss, giggling at the happiness because everything was perfect.

Zuko was flawless; her father was back, she had friends and family that people could only wish for her. Her heart hoped that Dad was relaxing in a pool of hot water right now. Soothing his strained muscles and cleaning up to the handsome man he was for tonight. To show him off to the world because that was her dad.

And she wasn’t wrong.

Axe was standing in his bedroom, the breath he had held this whole time released as he stared out the window.

It was different, so different it was like he stepped foot into a whole other world. The guards and servants, smiling and speaking freely. Vivid memories of a servant getting backhanded for merely looking at a royal in the eye when he last stepped foot in the kingdom. No matter how much time he spent here, he could never call it home because it always felt like a prison.

Yet there they were, workers giggling with Yue like she was a friend, expecting her to bake for them . The rooms were bright, decorated with vibrant images and creative designs: no more harsh lines or flashy intimidation displays. 

Pride .

So proud that his daughter showed humility to people that were often stepped on. She didn’t let the power get to her head; she showed them warmth and love. The rumours were true after all. That the Fire Lord will wed a living spirit. Kasa would be so proud of Yue. 

Whether he could trust Zuko was an unknown, but he could feel a crack, just a crack , in the walls he had built. Maybe she was right; Zuko could be trusted. How quickly Zuko covered up the burn on his skin. He could have easily told Yue it was him, his shackled hands tightly wrapped around his neck.

He was going to kill Zuko at that very moment, and he had to snort. A son.. .he always did want one. Maybe it was a good thing he didn’t kill him.

His calloused hands brushed back his hair as he stared at the children playing. Laughter, a tune he didn’t think he’d see, and it reminded him of Yue as a child. He was running around with mud on her face as they splashed in the rain. Mud flying, their clothes heavy, all while Kasa shouted from inside the house.

That was until she caved. Spinning Yue in circles in the rain as she tossed her in the air. Their laughter, music. They were his stars, stars in a dark world that could bring a smile to everyone.

A soft knock caught him out of his daze, turning on his heel because he didn’t hear footsteps making their way to his room. The shadow under the crack of the door, feet were waiting outside for his permission. With narrowed eyes, he took a moment; that wasn’t his daughter.

“Come in,” Axe cautiously spoke, and the door opened just a crack, and his eyes widened.

It didn’t even take a second for him to recognize who it was. His grey hair, tied behind and matching his beard. The stern look on his face as he shouted orders, direction for wars was now gone and replaced with a calmness that could only come from a pain that changes your whole life—forcing you to rethink every core value, your beliefs.

“You were right all along,” he spoke, and Axe didn’t say a word.

The almighty Iroh, brother to Ozai.

“If only I had listened to you earlier, maybe I would still have my son.”

“A lesson too late, don’t you think?” Axe mused bitterly, and Iroh smiled.

A smile filled with sadness, unable to deny Axe’s harsh words because he was right. It was a lesson too late. If only he had listened to Axe’s concerns with the war, what the purpose of it was, then maybe things would have been different.

But the past is the past, and all he can do now is guide the future - Zuko.

“I’m sorry for your loss-”

“Was it you?” Axe asked.

“ No ,” Iroh answered in a beat, “Ozai lost trust in me years ago. I was working with the White Lotus by that time.”

A pause, Axe unsure what to say. As much hatred filled his heart, he could tell Iroh was telling the truth. Exhausted, frustrated, wanting to throw a tantrum despite being a grown-ass man. So instead, he bit his lip, trying to calm his temper-

“Would you like to have some tea with me?” Iroh offered, and Axe swallowed.

A restart in life, after all, right?

“I’ll boil the water.”

“I’ll grab the tea.”

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“You guys even walk the same,” Toph groaned with annoyance, grumbling as she threw herself on the comfy couch. The whole time she complained, ‘I can’t tell if it’s you or your dad - what are you guys? Fake Airbenders?’ and I had to laugh.

My head rested over Dad’s shoulder, sipping away on the tea in my grasp as Katara rolled her eyes at Toph’s rant. Once again, the room was cozy. Taking over the library space and being obnoxiously loud despite it being an apparent ‘quiet zone.’ 

But quiet was known to be a thing with us.

Everyone talked over each other, asking and questioning Dad that he had drank almost four glasses of water because his throat was dry. Barely anyone touched their food at dinner, far more eager to crash here and chat all night long.

But the whole time, I carefully studied Dad’s expression, making sure that he wasn’t pushing himself. A lot happened today for him, and I already knew he’s been through so much without saying anything. He deserved to rest up and relax because I have the rest of my life to spend time with him. 

“Momo leave him alone-” Katara lowly shouted.

An embarrassed flush over her cheeks as she leaned forward in her seat. Flicking her hand as if she was swatting away and Dad laughed loudly while I giggled.

Momo, clinging on Dad’s pant leg. He would randomly sniff while nibbling on his orange-coloured fruit. His large beady eyes stared up at Dad with a mixture of confusion, fear, and curiosity, scratching his chin with a long finger. He indeed was a strange creature, but nevertheless, we loved him.

Aang laughed as he stood up, his mustard-coloured robes swaying as he walked. Grabbing Momo like a child, he smiled at him, “What are you doing, buddy?”

“He’s so weird,” Katara said as Aang brought him to where they sat.

Everyone welcomed Dad with open arms, happy for us. They were introducing themselves and sharing stories about how we met, some more embarrassing than others. And thankfully, Dad decided to spare me, and he didn’t tell the infamous naked baby story - me running butt-naked as I managed to take off my diaper at home.

Now to make sure he doesn’t ever tell them was going to be another challenge for later.

Dad stole another sip of his tea before raising it with a tilt towards Aang and Katara, “And you two are married?”

The blush over Katara’s cheeks, stammering over her words so much she didn’t even say anything in the end. She turned into a gushing teenager in seconds. But the conversation from when she first arrived came flashing back to me. ‘I think Aang may propose to me…’

Could there be truth in her statement?

My eyes quickly darted to Aang. He almost spat out his tea, scratching the back of his head with a burst of nervous laughter. He gave Dad his infamous gummy smile, speaking with a slight waver in his voice, “Not as of now, Sir.” 

Oh my gosh, I think Katara is right. My heart raced with excitement as I turned to face Zuko and my brows pinched together. Swallowing his tea silently, eyeing Aang as if he was awaiting Aang’s answer. ‘Aang always says how Zuko is his best friend; he would know something, right?’

Does Zuko know something?

“I thought you two were married,” Dad apologized, and Katara waved away Dad’s worry of offending them, “We’ve been together for quite a while, and we do live together.”

“So when do you plan on tying the knot?” Suki asked as she sat on Sokka’s lap, her arms draped over his shoulders.

Dad eyed Aang, curious to hear his response, but out of the corner of my eye, I was watching Zuko. He was too quiet . Sure, Zuko was an observer, but it was like he was trying to blend in with the couch. I changed the weight of my body on the cushion, letting my head rest on Zuko’s shoulder, and he peered downwards.

“What is it, brat?” Zuko teased, and I giggled, “Do you know something?”

Zuko’s nose scrunched, “What do you mean?”

“You’re awfully quiet, Zuko-”

“ Mmm , I’m merely enjoying the tea,” Zuko smirked before stripping his gaze from me.

This man-

“How did you propose to your wife?” Katara asked, and I perked because I already knew. A large smile painted Dad’s face, recalling the memory vividly, as if it was just yesterday, “Yue’s mother proposed to me.”

“She did? She’s my type of woman,” Toph mused as she threw a fist in the air as if she was saluting her.

Dad and I laughed, looking at each other because we both knew how Mom was.

With a happy exhale, he said, “She sat me down at her house, looked at me straight in the eye and said, ‘I love you, you love me, let’s get married.’ ”

“And you said yes?” Suki questioned, now sitting up to hear Dad talk and rose a brow, “ Ah, something you should know about my wife is that she doesn’t ask as much as she demands .”

I saw that glimmer of sadness in Dad’s eyes as he remembered, but there was also peace. He cherished Mom in his mind with his heart and soul. He loved her, and seeing how much they cared for each other was probably what shaped me into the helpless romantic I am now.

“Seems it runs in the family,” Zuko mused under his breath, and I blushed at Zuko’s comment.

It was low, only for me to hear, but I knew exactly what he was hinting at. And with that, I also recalled the question Zuko asked me afterwards, ‘My final question, love. Marry me?’My lips parted, watching Zuko chuckle with the others at the conversation, lost in his appearance.

I don’t think I could ever forget the memory of him asking me. It was so clear, the look in his eyes as he proposed. His heart and soul, free from his usual teasing tone. The whole moment was reflective of us. While many would argue and say that it wasn’t ‘romantic,’ they failed to understand our relationship because it was.

He meant it, a genuine question, and it’s not like I had to think twice about my answer.

“That’s so romantic!” Katara gushed, and Dad stole a sip with a light laugh at how everyone kept on asking question after question.

“Once you get settled here, you should come to visit the Southern Water Tribe sometime,” Sokka suggested, and Dad looked over at me.

“That is where you lived for quite a long time, isn’t it?” 

I nodded, “It was my home until I moved here.”

“Dad will be so happy, Yue; he misses you so much-” Katara gushed before her face dropped.

Hakoda - Dad .

The look Katara and Sokka shared, looking at me as if they were unsure of what to say next. Hakoda- he took care of me when I had no one. He treated me like his daughter without ever having to. Gave me clothes and food and a roof over my head. 

It was me who decided to call him Dad because he was one to me.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Katara stammered, looking at Sokka for help, but he just looked at Suki with a look filled with panic.

I was so happy to get Dad back. I forgot about Hakoda. But that didn’t mean I didn’t think of him. I already gave Katara all my letters and gifts to send him when she goes home-

“Button?” Dad spoke, and my head snapped to him, my stomach in knots.

I was scared. Was he going to be mad at me? As my eyes shifted to him with fear, I was met with a happy smile.

“Just because I’m back in your life doesn’t change the fact that he’s still your dad. He took care of you when I couldn’t, and I have nothing but utter thanks to him for accepting you as one of his own and giving you amazing siblings.”

My eyes teared, letting my forehead rest on his arm as I smiled, Katara and Sokka beaming at the comment of Dad. 

“Katara, thank you once again for healing me,” Dad spoke, and Katara waved off his thanks, “I’ll come by and do another check-up in a week.”

“Okay, but let’s get into the real tea-” Suki mused, and my head propped upwards because I heard her smirk.

With that evil look in her eyes, Toph and Sokka all shared one brain cell at that very moment.

“So, what’s the most embarrassing story you got of Yue?”

“ Oh , there’s a ton. But let me tell you the naked baby story-”

“ DAD !”

~ Fire Lord Zuko ~

Skipping into the bedroom, filled with giggles as Yue wore a smile so large her cheeks must have hurt at this point. It was a day filled with emotions ranging from happiness to sadness, and despite her bouncing around, reaching for her nightgown as she stripped herself free from the dress she wore, her eyes looked heavy.

The bed beckoned her to lay rest. To snuggle under the covers and rest her head on the pillow. Curled into a ball as her busy mind finally calmed.

I watched as Yue carefully pulled the soft fabric of her dress down her body. Letting the brilliant red pool around her feet- I had to stop to stare. I was appreciating, relishing, the sight before me.

Beautiful .

I was determined to memorize every detail, from each stretch mark and scar as her hair cascaded and covered the tattoo on her back—nature’s perfect creation, right before my eyes. Yue looked over her shoulder, and a charming blush coated her cheeks.

“Zuko-” She stammered, flustered and nibbling on her lip as her hands fell over her chest, “Don’t stare, it’s embarrassing-”

“ Mm , but I love what I see,” I teased.

I appreciated the shy look I always managed to pull. Knowing that she loved my praises, craved my attention as much as I did for hers. Despite being embarrassed, she still never looked away or bothered putting on her dress, and I found myself walking towards her.

“I’ll be back, love,” I spoke, picking up the gown off our bed and letting it fall over her hands.

Yue’s pout formed, gently shaking it free of any wrinkles as she looked at the window. The sky darkened as the star twinkled high above, “It’s late; where are you going?”

“The study, I forgot I had something to do.”

“Can’t it wait till tomorrow?”

I pressed my lips as I helped her find the hole to slip her head into her dress. Begrudgingly she tilted, my hands guiding the fabric down until her head popped out. She still wore a childless frown, my hands scooping up her hair trapped underneath, so it lay rest over the soft article of clothing.

“Why must you always disappear during the night…”

I frowned, “You make it seem like I’m having an affair.”

“You wouldn’t dare; I’m the Kingdom’s favourite,” Yue smugly spoke with the brattiest of tones.

I had to chuckle, Yue’s arms slipping into the straps of her silky gown. A tempting snack to be devoured, as my hand rose, my thumb rested over her pout, “It’s like you want to be punished, love.”

She smiled regardless, “Zuko.”

“Yes, love?”

“I love you,” she breathed, and I smiled, “I love you too. I’ll be back fast, I promise.”

With a defeated sigh, she pulled from my touch, plopping onto the bed. Immediately I saw her body relax, her tired eyes beginning to flutter before her head even hit the pillow. She was reaching for her stuffie and tugging it close to her chest so it was perfectly tucked under her chin, the brown fur tickling her.

The blankets were already pulled back as she found herself into her perfect nesting position. When did she even do that? Staring at her in utter disbelief for a second because she seriously didn’t play around when it came to sleep.

I raised the covers over her figure, letting it drop as she stared upwards with a pout, “Do you really have to go?”

“It’ll be quick, I promise.”

A knowing glance was shared between us.

Usually, under such poor lightning, your features would look jagged and sharp. But with Yue, she still looked like a spirit. She was staring back at me with those large eyes, a smile in her gaze, joy in her heart.

I never want to lose this; I can’t lose this.

“I’ll be back,” I struggled to say.

I didn’t want to leave, but I had to. This was for her; all of it was for her. All the stress and planning will all be worth it in the end if it means I get to be with her.

“I’ll be waiting…” Yue whispered as her head snuggled deeper into her pillow. 

I mused to myself because I knew that was a lie. The moment the door closed behind me, Yue would’ve drifted off to sleep. Her mind elsewhere, and hopefully, it was somewhere beautiful. Most likely a garden where she can pick fresh berries to bake with. A world catered to her.

My lips grazed her forehead before I straightened.

Her eyes shut, chest rising and falling at a slow pace. I made sure my steps were quiet as can be. I was not wishing to disturb her calmness, reaching for the door. As soon as my body inched its way out to the silent hallway, the guards looked at me with surprise.

The door carefully shut behind me as I stepped out, and by then, they had turned to face me, “Fire Lord Zuko, an issue?”

I shook my head, “I need to do something in the study before bed. The Imperial Consort is asleep; please keep a safe eye on her.”

They nodded right away, positioning themselves closer to the door at the order.

With a heavy breath, I made my way.

How many times did I do this? Make my way back and forth to my study in the latest hours when I should be in bed—resting with Yue, holding her close as I fall asleep to her heartbeat. Instead, my stomach was in knots.

My eyes darted back and forth, gazing at the gardens under the moonlight. A scenery I have gotten used to after so many of these ‘walks.’ 

One more time, Zuko.

I swallowed, rolling back my shoulders because I knew what I had to do. I always knew what I had to do, but it sucked . If it were for anyone else, I wouldn’t have thought twice to say no, but for Yue, things were different.

“Fuck.”

I shook my head, trying to think of what to say. How do I even begin to explain? So many details and nuisances. I was only going to make the rift between us worse. Already starting at a less than ideal footing, and now-

“Fire Lord Zuko, he’s waiting.”

My eyes peeled upwards, the guard standing post who informed me. I could feel an uneasy chill running down my spine, not realizing I had speed walked my way here. I should’ve taken my time. But then I would be drawing out the inevitable. But that didn’t change the odd feeling of wanting to run away.

But I had to do this; it was my duty and my promise to her.

With my hand resting over the wooden door, I took a pause. A poor attempt to even my breathing, freeing my mind of everything besides the task at hand. A shot of whiskey would have been great— some liquid courage to numb the heaviness of the situation that was about to unfold.

I pushed the door open, hearing the hinges groan under pressure. The details of the room came to light the more force I applied, and right away, I saw him. The candles lit up the room, highlighting his lounging figure, resting in front of my study with crossed arms.

“You requested for me; why?”

Straight to the point, not wanting to dance, “My apologies for asking for your presence this late, Axe.”

He was already dressed for sleep, his robe tied around his waist. He bore the same look of exhaustion as Yue. All of us wanted to get back into bed.

I quickly made my way to where he inclined, already spotting what I needed on top of the desk. Leaning over, my fingers swiped the signed paper, standing before him with it outstretched.

“You papers. Termination of all charges, reinstatement of your Fire Nation citizenship, and your position and title as General.”

Axe’s eyes widened, staring at the paper with bewilderment as he grabbed it.

He couldn’t believe the words I was saying. He must have thought what I said earlier was a lie. But there in his hands was the truth. Noticing each signature, the council approves of these changes. It was very much real, and the look of shock over his face mimicked Yue’s.

“My position as general-”

“You were the top general; it would be a shame to lose you. Of course, only if you accept it.”

“What’s the catch?” Axe narrowed, and I swallowed.

He wasn’t stupid.

And that was why my stomach tensed because I wasn't dealing with a fool. Just like Yue, he wore a cheery smile; he made you feel like you were friends. Charming, friendly, animable.

But it was a mistake to view that charm as stupidity.

It was clear he was in tune with everything going on around. Able to understand and decipher unspoken behaviour and seemingly read people’s intentions. I took a heavy breath because there was no point in bullshitting.

“There are no strings attached with your reinstatement per se...but a mere favour in return would be nice,” I answered truthfully. 

“What’s this favour?”

“Details of the secret tunnels leading in and out of the kingdom.”

“Why don’t you ask your Uncle?”

I sighed, “Because you were my father’s favourite until he found out about your treason in his final month. He told you everything while he lost trust in my Uncle years prior.” 

Axe sported a look of confusion before realizing what I meant. All those years Iroh worked for his brother were genuine at the beginning. But the moment Lu Ten died...Father began to doubt him. Kept Iroh close but ignorant to truths.

“It’s a bold request given our short history,” Axe said, and I grumbled, “I know,”

A gamble, that was for sure. But it was a chance I had to take. Every document, blueprint, and battle plan that had information regarding the hidden tunnels were burned. The only knowledge was whenever was scavenged or remembered by retired guards. But Axe, he could be my chance.

While we were able to map out most, block a few while repairing the others, there must have been a few that have yet to be found. That was the only way Azula was able to get in and out. And if she knew, who else could she have told? 

“Why didn’t you get Yue to ask me,” Axe pondered as he raised his chin to me. The papers in his hands lowered to his waist, a genuine look of curiosity on his face as he stared at me, “You know I would’ve done it for her, and you would get what you wanted. It would’ve been easier.”

“I’m not looking for easy; I’m looking to earn her and your respect.”

Axe’s lips pressed tight. 

Respect, that was what I had to earn from Axe. It was hard for me to bite my tongue, the both of us quick to poke. The only thing tying us together was Yue. But Axe wasn’t a bad man; we just started on a terrible footing.

I had to swallow down my pride. Remember Iroh’s teaching of humility and earning people’s respect. All the struggles and inner turmoil came back as I looked at Axe. He was a test of my past.

Time - I could hear Aang whisper in my ear. Let the spirits help me be patient then.

“I am offering you this job as an olive branch for our relationship, and I am requesting the favour as Fire Lord.”

Silence once again. In fact, it was so silent; I swear you could hear the candles flickering.

Axe’s eyes looked at the large window behind me as if he was thinking to himself. He was nibbling on his lip, deep in thought, unsure of what to say next. He was calculative, but he also was terrible at hiding his emotions. I wonder, how did he manage to avoid suspicion for so long?

“Have you ever held the royal crown?”

Axe’s attention turned back to me, practically scoffing at the question, “I don’t have a death wish.”

I chuckled under my breath; he wasn’t wrong. Only the Fire Lord themselves and the Fire Sages were allowed to touch it. An ancient artifact, passed down from generation to generation. It was precious to the Fire Nation, an invaluable object.

“It’s quite light in weight,” I said.

Axe looked at me, utterly confused, as he crossed his arms once again. I could tell he wanted to speak, to ask, but not a single word was spoken. Instead, he stared, wanting me to continue. So I did.

“You often hear Fire Lords complain about how heavy the crown is to wear over time. I never understood it because the crown is as light as a feather. And then it clicked.”

My hands fell over the study as I slumped with a bitter laugh.

I recalled the very first days I was declared Fire Lord. The troubles, issues, it felt like the whole world was against me, hated me - because they did. Officially the youngest Fire Lord in history, and truth, I wish no other Fire Lord had to go through what I did. The reason why I worked hard, so my child has a chance to rule without stress.

“ Heavy is the head that wears the crown... and it took me a single day to understand.”

Raising my body upwards, an exhausted smile on my face, “No one else seemed to get it but your daughter...she understood right away . You don’t know how much good Yue has done for this Nation and why I am trying my damn hardest to build a relationship with you. For her and this Nation.”

Finally, a fucking crack.

Axe’s lips pressed tight, but I saw that faint amusement in his eyes. That sliver of emotions that I've been trying to pull all day towards me , other than annoyance, anger, or better, a murderous rage. But that damn twitch in his eyes, he was impressed, even if it was just a tiny bit. 

“I’ll think about it,” Axe said as he shook the papers in his grasp, and I fought back a grin.

In other words, he’ll do it. I merely nodded, trying to stop the twitch of my lips. A small step, but it’s still a step. Slowly I straighten my frame. Rolling my shoulders back as I mentally prepared myself - that was the easy task.

“Something tells me you called me over for more than just this,” Axe spoke, and I cursed.

They were so much alike it was uncanny. How did he know that? No one in this crummy world understood me like Yue, but now her father?

I let out an awkward sigh, not bothering to deny it, “Let’s wait till they come-”

“Who?”

“Knock, Knock!” A voice cheered, the study door swinging open.

It was like they knew exactly when to arrive. Both of them wore radiant smiles that reached their eyes as they quietly stumbled in despite their loud voices. Katara’s hair braided loosely as she hugged her light blue robe to her chest, a warm expression as she looked at Axe with a glow.

Aang’s hand rested on Katara’s lower back, guiding her forward.

“Evening,” Aang said kindly towards Axe, and he smiled at them, “Evening.”

I was nervous. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this type of nervousness, uneasiness because the moment of truth finally came. It was like it dawned on me, my thoughts turning darker in seconds, and it felt foreign because I never let my mind stay on this topic for more than a few seconds.

It hurt too much.

As I stared at Axe, sensing his apprehension as he was unsure of what was to come, I felt guilt. I could only imagine the reaction, stripping his happiness away from him as soon as he got it back. It was a cruel game, taunting and punishing him for absolutely nothing.

Was I better off not saying a single thing?

I sighed because I already knew the answer to my question.

Aang looked at me with a look just as heavy as mine. While Katara was just as shaky, she hid it far better than us. She was emotional but strong, and at the moment, she was the anchor Axe would need in a few seconds.

“It’s nice seeing you again,” Katara started, and Axe nodded sweetly, his demeanour softening with the both of them around. But with an awkward shake of the papers in his hands, he finally turned to look at me.

“Why do I have a feeling...this is about Yue?”

Everyone’s looks dropped.

There was no point in hiding it anymore, and I took the plunge. Diving headfirst, no sugar-coating, but just the honest fucking truth, “She’s sick.”

“How sick?”

“She doesn’t have much time left at this rate,” Katara whispered.

I never believed in the idea of someone dying of heartbreak. It seemed ridiculous that your whole body could just stop functioning from so much anguish. But at this moment, I took back every single insult and judgement because I saw someone’s soul shatter.

Axe was utterly still, staring at the ceiling with the smile of someone who was utterly broken—stripped of the last piece of happiness he had. His fingers just barely held on to the documents in hand.

Katara let her gaze shift downwards, her own eyes tearing seeing the sight. I had to take a pause, control my demeanour because the view of seeing Axe in pain had me processing what I had just said.

With a heavy swallow, I licked my lips with uncertainty. This was a conversation I never thought I would be having, nor did I ever want to have to begin with. But with Aang and Katara standing with us, my hands twitch, things became too real for us all.

“What is it?” Axe asked with a broken whisper; even the nonexistent breeze outside sounded louder.

Aang looked at Katara, urging her to step forward.

There was a reason I called them; no one else truly understood what was going on besides them. Both of them were spiritual to a level many people could not even begin to imagine, and with a deep breath, Katara spoke.

“At first, we thought she had to build her chi.”

Axe turned, looking at Katara, “Did she overexert herself?”

“In a way.”

“What do you mean?”

“She had to use a tremendous amount of power at once and since she hasn’t bent in a while and we thought it overwhelmed her, a shock for her body. With a bit of strength building, it would steady her chi levels and all would be fine.”

“But that wasn’t the case,” Axe finished with a look of defeat in his eyes.

I lamented, my eyes shut as I recalled the day that truly started it all.

Yue dashed to the waterfall without a second thought, saving those kids. She bent all that water, not letting a single drop fall to the ground. She held a look of strength, her determined spirit showing light at that moment, and I knew she had no regrets doing what she did - despite the consequences that fell afterwards.

Just hearing the news that she had to work on her chi had me concerned, but now-

“When Yue began training, things got worse,” I finally spoke.

I was shocked at how monotoned I sounded. My voice was not shaking or cracking- I felt numb. I was speaking almost mindlessly like I was reading from a script, “Fevers, dizzy spells until finally, she collapsed.”

Axe shut his eyes, taking a deep breath hearing what I said.

I could listen to the papers in his hands, crumbling as his hands trembled with a hot pot of emotions. I sympathized because I remember how I felt at the moment. Wanting to scream because this whole time, I thought she was going to be okay.

“Axe, the only issue people typically have with their chi is overexertion. It’s an easy fix, just time-consuming. But Yue is the opposite - she has too much, to the point, it’s consuming her body.” Katara spoke, trying to break the news gently.

But Axe was realistic; that much was clear. So I finally said the very thing I don’t think anyone had ever verbally announced.

“She’s going to die if we don’t figure something out soon. Every day she’s getting worse, and when she saved me, it was the final straw.”

It was my fault. I always knew that. She was always in the danger zone from the very beginning, but me drinking that fucking tea, making Yue bend to the point where the last things I could remember before passing out was pure pain and desperation.

No matter what, she would always look perfect in my eyes. But I saw how she seemed smaller every day, losing weight, sleeping more and more-

“I don’t understand, h-how-” Axe finally cracked, and Katara took a step forward to comfort, “She’s such a strong bender, Axe, but she’s gone years without bending, and all that chi has pent up-”

“But what about the prisons, the bans the Fire Nation opposed over villages in the Earth Kingdom? Why are they not suffering the same way my daughter is?” Axe raged to no one.

He was angry, hurt, mad at the world.

“I’ve been looking into it, and it seems the answer resides in their skills. They did experience some symptoms of chi repression, but their chi levels were so weak, it only took a day or two, and they could fix it without knowing,” I answered, and Katara finished off, “But Yue, she’s a talent. She’s so strong that it wouldn’t be a quick fix, and it was only a matter of time before her body would shut down.”

“So you’re telling me that I can do nothing but wait for my daughter to die.”

“No, because that’s where I come in,” Aang proclaimed.

He was a beacon, calling our attention with his bright-coloured robes. Taking confident steps towards Axe as the arrows that decorated his skin seemed to glow. He stood tall, certain in himself and optimistic as a look of determination painted his face. Putting forth a presence that he rarely showed unless he was getting serious - being the Avatar.

“I plan on removing her excess chi,” Aang began.

Axe looked at Aang with desperate hope.

I bit my lip, wanting to believe so bad that this plan would work. But the risks, unknowns, the million of things that could go wrong in a flash. My fingers dug into the palms of my hands. I wanted to be numb. I didn’t want to feel. Not at this time, as I felt empty of all emotions, the air feeling stale and dry.

“It’s a risky plan, and it’s never been done before, but if it works-”

“Yue lives,” Axe finished, and Katara smiled, “Zuko has been doing whatever he can do to help Yue, keeping her comfortable. But we know Yue would never tell you the truth…which is why Zuko asked us to come.”

Axe turned to look at me, and I noticed the papers he held finally stopped shaking.

His golden eyes met mine with an intensity that clashed against my dead ones, before turning around to face Katara and Aang once again, “ Thank you for everything you have done for my daughter.”

Katara quickly stepped forward, letting her touch fall over Axe with comfort as she reassured him. That everything will work out in the end, that they’re trying their hardest.

But will it? Will everything be alright? Yue’s sleeping figure before I left curled up in bed as she begged me to stay. Was I wasting my time being here? Shouldn’t I have just listened and held her, at least till she fell asleep?

I watched the scene before, feeling so out of tune. 

It was like still images moving, watching them talk as my fingers dragged along the texture of the study. I was feeling every single ridge and scar. Scars that had probably been made years ago from previous Fire Lords over the years.

“Zuko?” Aang spoke up, and I realized I had zoned out.

I let out a cough, clearing my throat as I nodded at nothing, trying to seem like I had been listening to this whole time. Katara had her arm linked with Axe, holding on to his hand in a comforting gesture. 

“We’re going now; we’re going to walk Axe back to his room so you can go back to Yue,” Aang said, and I merely nodded. Unable to read his expression, moving mindlessly as I struggled to understand what was happening.

“We can leave together-” Katara suggested, but I shook my head, “I-I’m going to stay back for a moment.”

I feel sick.

My legs felt like it was made out of putty, realizing that I wasn’t toying with the texture of the desk for entertainment but because it felt like I was going to fall at any moment. It must be the side effects from being out for so long-

I was bringing myself to my chair, resting over it as I tried to clear my thoughts. But the beating of my heart seemed to increase in speed. My skin feels flushed and cold. The sickening feeling in my stomach grew.

I wanted them to go already.

The longer they stood at the door, chatting, forced to stare at Axe’s solemn figure. The news, the conversation, everything that was happening. There always seemed to be something that had to go wrong. But out of everything that could go wrong, why did it have to be this?

They bid me goodnight, and I forced a fake smile as I waved.

I didn’t even hear the door shut before my mind completely blanked. Unable to focus on the space around me. My ears were ringing, that sinking feeling in my gut intensifying . I’m just feeling sick, after effects. I just need to go and get a quick check-up.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a tiny piece of paper on the ground underneath my feet-

‘Done and done~ ♡ ’ 

My breath felt so shaky, Yue’s dainty handwriting on a note that must have fallen off some paperwork. The happiness was radiating off her writing, the silly heart that was drawn. It was the tiny things like that that had my lips curving upwards until I realized that it could all go away.

Like I was tossed into a pool of ice-cold water.

The adorable scribbles that I stared at underneath my feet were nothing more but a symbol of mockery. The feeling inside me was ready to explode any second. All this time, I kept drowning myself with plans and ideas and talking with people, but my oh my fucking word , I can’t do it anymore.

I felt like a volcano about to abrupt, grasping on the handles of my chair so tightly my hands felt like they were going to cramp as I fought so hard fucking not to do it. Don’t you fucking dare.

You’ve done so well this whole time. Why is tonight any fucking different from any other night-

I didn’t hear Aang’s footsteps. The sound of my heartbeat racing as blood rushed to my head triumphing. It was like thunder roaring from the very depths of my soul, my mind feeling numb.

Aang’s pink lips moved soundlessly, unable to make out or understand his words. My vision...it’s blurry? As if I was trying to see him from under the water. Image distorted, bloated, as my shoulders dropped.

My cheeks felt wet, chest crushing and struggling to take a single breath. I was trembling like a leaf. The shadow I cast from under the candlelight seemed so tiny - like a child. I felt small and helpless and weak.

A sense of dread, defeat, overcoming me.

I feel useless.

From the first time I heard the news, it was like it never hit me. The weight of the doctors’ words, even the conversation with the others, didn’t feel real. It was like knowing the truth, and while no one denied it, it was like no one acknowledged it. 

But I swallowed hard, trying to contain whatever piece of sanity I had left because I was lying to myself. We were in complete and utter denial, no matter how you look at it. But tonight- fuck.

Tonight .

It was like I was reliving the moment. The truth that I always knew suddenly became real. I could feel my stomach twist, bile rising—a reality check.

No one entirely took in what was happening unit now. All this time, it was being brushed under the rug. It was mentioned in passing, known to be serious, but it felt like a lie for some odd reason.

Team Avatar. Untouchable, unbeatable... but not this time.

“She’s going to die...and I can’t imagine a life without her,” I finally broke.

I can’t remember the last time I sobbed like this. The last time I felt so drained as I wailed like a newborn, hunched into my frame because it hurt . It felt like someone had my heart in their hand, clenching to the point that I couldn’t open my eyes because it was too painful.

Yue went on every day with her cheery smile as if everything was okay. She spoke about the future like it was just a skip away. But that wasn’t true. She was slowly but surely slipping from my grasp, trying to hold onto her with the tips of my fingers.

I was losing her, and I knew it- I saw it.

Her fevers, her dizzy spells, ‘ I’m just a bit tired, Zuko. I need a bit more rest; I promise~!’ I clenched my jaw, wanting to stop this stupid crying- but I couldn’t. My hands were stumbling over my face, my hair falling forward as I silently cried.

“I’m so sorry, Zuko.” a voice softly spoke in front of me, Aang’s tone low and pained.

I felt like a fool.

The great Fire Lord, broken.

A pair of arms fell over my shoulder, pulling me close and feeling his soft robes brush my skin. Aang’s embrace was tender, and I let my body slip into his. I couldn’t do it anymore.

I bawled into his shoulder.

All my fears emerged and turned into an uncontrollable wildfire. Dirtying Aang’s mustard-coloured robes as my tears freely dripped down my face. My cheeks hurt, my throat burned, and my eyes felt puffy.

“I’m so scared, Aang,” I confessed, my voice wavering. All this money, this power and it meant nothing if she wasn’t by my side, “I want her, Aang.”

I was a mess; I felt like it too.

Losing someone wasn’t a one-time thing, no . I saw the pained look on Axe’s face. And it was evident that the pain of losing the one you love was an experience that you go through every day.

The thought of waking up and not seeing Yue’s drooling figure. To have my tea without the smell of one of her cookies. Not being able to see her taking a stroll in the gardens during my breaks. To eat lunch and dinner alone. To go to sleep in an empty bed only to do that every day for the rest of my life.

Losing someone wasn’t a one-time deal. You lose them again...and again...and again .

“I can’t lose her, Aang.” I struggled, “I-If I lose her, it means losing the family we never got to have. It means losing a part of me .”

“W-we’re going to figure something out, Zuko.”

I hope so because I can’t lose Ying Yue.

She’s home...she’s my home.