Male!Azula x ReaderMore Like This
I was sold by my parents, but it's not what you think. They did it for me, they sold me to the royal family knowing I'd have a better life then as a beggar. I haven't seen them since I was sold, which was when I was 8 years old. I don't blame them for selling me but I wish there would've been an alternative.
I carried a tray of steaming tea towards the crown prince, Azulian (stupid name I know but it's legit...I think). I knocked on his door and waiting for him to give me permission to enter, making sure to keep my eyes glued to the ground. I still had the scar from what happened when I accidentally looked him in the eyes.
He was laying back on his bed one arm propped behind him to keep him up, one leg was stretched out in front of him the other bended upwards supporting his free hand.
He had a bored expression on his face until I walked in, then a his familiar smirk appeared. I knelt beside his bed my head down and my arms up reveal
Fire in the Water TribeMore Like This
Chief Arnook watched quietly as a flurry of motion took place at the center tent. He had come to visit his Southern Sister Tribe prepared for anything—but, Chief Arnook chuckled with a rueful smile, obviously he was wrong. With a high-pitched chorus of young voices, the Firebender was promptly dragged out: dressed from head to toe in typical water nation clothing. He had gone into the tent in a literal blaze of fiery adamant refusal—but now from the pitifully forlorn look on the boy's face, it was painfully obvious to Chief Arnook that all the fight had been beaten out of the young man. His initially stubborn resilience was now akin to dying ambers, as golden eyes wearily glanced from side to side.
"There now! All nice and warm! And don't you take of that hood until I say so mister!" an elderly woman roared, flipping the tent flap aside as she gave the boy another nudge forward.
"Yes Gran-Gran…" was the feeble answer, amidst squeals of laughter from the younger children wh