WIP Last First Kiss
I just really wanted to write something for a ship that isn't even
like, apparent in the fandom or canon at all. BUT I started this a long
time ago and I just wanted some input???? It's totally not even almost
finished though but I wanted to make sure it was a smooth read?
Title: Last First Kiss (WIP)
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Zuko's Daughter/Bumi II (er I guess people call her Honora.)
Rating: PG
A/N: Clearly I know nothing about Zuko's daughter other than the fact that she is, well, Zuko's daughter and now the Fire Lord. So I settled on calling her Hitomi because of reasons that will later be explained. She is seventeen at this point.
Today had been the darkest day of her life.
It seemed ironic, as benders and nonbenders gathered, throwing parties to celebrate the late Iroh, who helped the Avatar and their Fire Lord to end the 100 Year War, bringing good to the Fire Nation once again. Yet there was something so incredibly dark that slithered into Hitomi's life when she saw her Great Uncle's body in a casket, something that would remain in the shadows despite the floating lanterns decorating the night skys, the bright festival with songs singing to not mourn Iroh's death, but celebrate his life.
Hitomi had prided herself for not shedding on tear since the news broke, earlier that week. She had only responded to the news with a nod, remaining almost mute ever since. The Fire Lord sent her troubled expressions, his inability to not have awkward conversations had over come him, and it was clear that the death of his Uncle had not an equal, but heavier effect on him. Hitomi's mother had cried, the image of it haunted her mind, that was what had sent her further into a state of shock, she had to be strong for her parents.
Now that the sun had long set, the world had gone quiet once again, and the chill in the air crept over her as she was alone with her thoughts and memories. memories of learning what the perfect temperature for tea was, and how to win a game of Pai Sho. Her throat was sore, she placed her palm to it, rubbing slowly. "I must be getting sick."
"You're really good at that," a voice replied. The last thing she had expected was somebody replying. Hitomi didn't expect anyone to visit her that night, or at this hour even. It was late and she had been distant all day. They probably figured she would resort to mean tactics to keep her distance. They were right. Her eyes settled on the figure, and she recognized the silhouette. It was that of a man's, well, a boy who had just recently became a man.
"At what exactly, Bumi?" she asked, the pain in her throat grew stronger, and her words struggled to not leave in a shaky, broken manner. The Avatar's eldest son moved nearer towards her room, leaning against the door's frame.
"Lying to yourself, of course."
"I haven't the faintest idea of what you're talking about," she lied. She wished Bumi would resort to his normal self, the one that enjoyed getting into trouble and telling raunchy jokes to innocent nobles.
"You only talk like you grew up with hundreds of tutors when you're being exposed." Bumi spoke unusually calm, his voice was quiet, the energy in it had faded away as he once again moved closer, taking seat on the ground near the princess' bed.
"I didn't invite you in," she noted, yet not making any sign that she would bother moving and forcing her out. "Shouldn't you be sleeping? Aren't you leaving in the morning to head back to Republic City?"
like, apparent in the fandom or canon at all. BUT I started this a long
time ago and I just wanted some input???? It's totally not even almost
finished though but I wanted to make sure it was a smooth read?
Title: Last First Kiss (WIP)
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Zuko's Daughter/Bumi II (er I guess people call her Honora.)
Rating: PG
A/N: Clearly I know nothing about Zuko's daughter other than the fact that she is, well, Zuko's daughter and now the Fire Lord. So I settled on calling her Hitomi because of reasons that will later be explained. She is seventeen at this point.
Today had been the darkest day of her life.
It seemed ironic, as benders and nonbenders gathered, throwing parties to celebrate the late Iroh, who helped the Avatar and their Fire Lord to end the 100 Year War, bringing good to the Fire Nation once again. Yet there was something so incredibly dark that slithered into Hitomi's life when she saw her Great Uncle's body in a casket, something that would remain in the shadows despite the floating lanterns decorating the night skys, the bright festival with songs singing to not mourn Iroh's death, but celebrate his life.
Hitomi had prided herself for not shedding on tear since the news broke, earlier that week. She had only responded to the news with a nod, remaining almost mute ever since. The Fire Lord sent her troubled expressions, his inability to not have awkward conversations had over come him, and it was clear that the death of his Uncle had not an equal, but heavier effect on him. Hitomi's mother had cried, the image of it haunted her mind, that was what had sent her further into a state of shock, she had to be strong for her parents.
Now that the sun had long set, the world had gone quiet once again, and the chill in the air crept over her as she was alone with her thoughts and memories. memories of learning what the perfect temperature for tea was, and how to win a game of Pai Sho. Her throat was sore, she placed her palm to it, rubbing slowly. "I must be getting sick."
"You're really good at that," a voice replied. The last thing she had expected was somebody replying. Hitomi didn't expect anyone to visit her that night, or at this hour even. It was late and she had been distant all day. They probably figured she would resort to mean tactics to keep her distance. They were right. Her eyes settled on the figure, and she recognized the silhouette. It was that of a man's, well, a boy who had just recently became a man.
"At what exactly, Bumi?" she asked, the pain in her throat grew stronger, and her words struggled to not leave in a shaky, broken manner. The Avatar's eldest son moved nearer towards her room, leaning against the door's frame.
"Lying to yourself, of course."
"I haven't the faintest idea of what you're talking about," she lied. She wished Bumi would resort to his normal self, the one that enjoyed getting into trouble and telling raunchy jokes to innocent nobles.
"You only talk like you grew up with hundreds of tutors when you're being exposed." Bumi spoke unusually calm, his voice was quiet, the energy in it had faded away as he once again moved closer, taking seat on the ground near the princess' bed.
"I didn't invite you in," she noted, yet not making any sign that she would bother moving and forcing her out. "Shouldn't you be sleeping? Aren't you leaving in the morning to head back to Republic City?"