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The Ghosts of the Wani by Jinglebelle
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005), Avatar: The Last Airbender & Related Fandoms
11 Jun 2026
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"There is no Lady Tomoe on this manifest," the officer barked, his voice grating and thin behind the eye-slits. "The household has been dissolved by royal decree. It is just Tomoe now. Move the cargo to the lower steerage deck with the rest of the crew's rations."
Three days ago, Tomoe was destined for the Fire Nation throne. Yesterday, her father, mother and brother were executed for agreeing with a teenage prince's outburst in a war council. Today, she is a nameless exile on a disgraced ship, staring at the scarred boy whose words cost her everything.
Stripped of her title and family, Tomoe is taken aboard the Wani by General Iroh—the last remaining link to the future she was groomed to inherit. Trapped on a rusty vessel with a volatile prince drowning in his own shame, she must use her courtly education just to survive the daily realities of exile. But as the search for the Avatar drags on, the shared weight of their trauma begins to shift the ground beneath them.
An epic, (mature/explicit) slow-burn exploration of political survival, grief, and a changing world. Spanning from the first day of exile, through the war, and into their adult years.
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Some people leave their dead in the dirt. You carry yours in a weathered leather pouch in your apron pocket.
To the rest of Alexandria, you’re just the eccentric gardener who brews strange tea and reads the future in a handful of smooth, white knuckles. But when Rick Grimes’ group rolls through the gates—feral, blood-stained, and half mad from the road—they don’t see a healer. Abraham thinks you're a swamp witch. Daryl Dixon thinks you're a lunatic.
He doesn't trust a single thing about this gated paradise, least of all you. But after a sharp tongued outburst earns you the nickname Bones, the tracker starts lingering. Daryl thinks it’s a joke. He thinks you're just playing games with smoothed pieces of the dead to soothe a soft town.
He has no idea whose hands you're actually holding. Or what happens when his own ghosts start talking back.
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Jemma Guthrie has too much noise in her head. Between the ADHD she can’t shake and thirty-three years of hearing the neighbors whisper about her mother and Will Dixon, she’s done. People in this town love to dig into her bloodline, but Jemma is too busy sweating over a fryer at the local dive to care. She’s a line cook with a mouth full of sarcasm, stuck in a life that smells like old grease and disappointment.
She belongs to Merle because he was the one who claimed her first. He’s a possessive prick who treats her like property, while Daryl just watches from the background. It’s a dead end existence, but it was the only one she had. Then the dead stopped staying down, and the whispers died with the neighbors.
Now Jemma is just trying to breathe. The kitchen is gone, replaced by the reality of the apocalypse. With her mother dead and Merle lost in Atlanta, the air is getting heavy. She’s surviving while Daryl starts to cut through the grief.
Jemma isn't looking for a hero's ending. She’s just trying to stay upright long enough to forget the person she used to be.
(Starts pre outbreak)