The Boomerang Returns

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.

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.

An enemies-to-lovers slow burn : her toxic ex just got hired as the face of her dream fashion house.

When Y/N overhears Bakugo describe his 'perfect girl'—who sounds nothing like her—she starts to wonder if their relationship was built on explosions or just one big mistake.

In a world of curses and sorcery, Satoru Gojo's wife discovers the ultimate betrayal—his heart belongs to his best friend, Suguru Geto.

Years after the war, a Northern Water Tribe waterbender returns to the Fire Nation and discovers the Fire Lord never forgot the spark between them — and never forgave himself for letting it die.

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.

The divorce didn't happen because the love ended. It happened because Zuko kept choosing the world over you, and he did it so honorably you almost couldn't be angry about it — so you signed the papers, took your mother's name back, and went somewhere small and coastal where nobody bows. A week later, you missed your cycle, and you understood instantly what you would not do: you would not write, you would not send word, you would not chain him to a family he never asked for when the world he was building was the one thing he had been raised to live for. Your son is four now. He has your face and his father's eyes, and a small careful burn on his wrist from the first time he produced a flame. A storm has hit the coast, and the Fire Lord rides out himself now, the way he always does — and he is walking through your market.

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