fire cracker

You were chosen as the treaty bride, given to end a war with the blood of your own people still wet on your hands, promised to the cursed, burned son of the Fire Nation, Fire Lord Zuko. You swore on that blood you would never love your arranged husband. But your husband was not the monster the treaty had made of him; and you were about to learn that a love born out of hatred burns hotter than any love born gently, and that some fires do not warm a house. They take it down to the ground first.

Where zuko is set up on a date by his bestfriends with a girl that might change his world and bring disaster in the best possible way.

You and Sokka had been engaged for just 6 months before he and everyone else stopped answering your letters, closed they're gates to the northern water tribe, and acted as if you and your family never existed for almost two years now. But what you and your family didn't know? was that the Southern Water Tribe, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads were all preparing to invade The Northern Water Tribe.

After Zuko's betrayal, you walked away without a sound. Now the Gaang is split down the middle — half trying to reunite you and Zuko, half fighting to keep you two apart.

As Fire Lord Zuko’s childhood best friend, now his right-hand woman, you saw the vision.

A politically arranged marriage to the Southern Water Tribe's newly appointed chief is about to get a lot more complicated than you ever imagined.

your honeymoon with Zuko unfolds in a space that finally belongs only to the two of you. The weight of his crown is set aside for the night, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable—yet no less intense.

Its been five years after the war, you're hiding a forbidden romance with your best friend's older brother amid the chaos of building Republic City.

In the Avatar universe, Fire Lord Zuko enters a political marriage with a childhood rival—and a mysterious curse demands their wedding night be consummated.

When Lady Mai sweeps back into the palace wearing the crimson that was supposed to be yours, the whisper finds you faster than your dignity: the treaty bride, the placeholder, the foreign girl who could never fill the silhouette of the one who came before. But your husband will not let a ghost in red unravel what he has branded as sovereign and beloved, and Zuko will set the very air ablaze with a devotion so public, so possessive, that the old flame will have no choice but to bow. He married peace, but tonight he will show the world he would burn it all down just to keep you.