ATLA Drabbles!
OH! I haven't posted these yet! The three drabbles I submitted for atla_thelibrary's first contest. Oooh yeah. <3



Reaching out, he touched the crown that sat atop his head, fingers softly grazing over it's sharp curves and points. Taking a deep breath, he stared at himself in the mirror, noticing - almost analytically - his pale cheeks and too-wide eyes. He shook his head before turning away. This is what he'd worked for. This was what he wanted. He should be proud. He was proud.

Taking a second deep breath, he turned towards the heavy curtain and pushed it back. The sun streamed in, as did the screams and cheers of his people.

"All hail, Fire Lord Zuko!"




Katara sat at the small table, fingers curved loosely around her cup. Across from her a second cup sat, it's contents quickly cooling. She paid it no mind, instead staring into the distance as the sun slowly began to set, it's rays casting long, heavy shadows.

She seemed to come back to herself after a moment, rubbing her hands over her face briskly before reaching over and picking the cup up. Standing, she stared out at the setting sun, eyes narrowing against it's dying light, before bowing deeply. A small, heavy-hearted smile ghosted over barely trembling lips.

"Good night, Aang."





Zuko refused to fidget. He refused to. "What is it, Jet?"

Jet raised an eyebrow. "I never did thank you for saving me at Lake Laogai."

"Don't. It was the right thing to do."

Jet snorted. "Right. I still hate the Fire Nation."

Zuko winced. "I know." Frustration seeped into his voice. "I hope that-"

Jet leaned forward, hand darting up to touch Zuko's cheek in a quick, careless caress. "I still hate them," he repeated, lip curling up into a smirk. "But maybe you're okay." He stepped back, smirking at Zuko's startled expression. "Let's go. Aang's waiting for us."



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