|•|W I T 卄 E R||•| Zuko X Reader ⚠SLOWBURN⚠

Around The Bend

You had finished another long training session and went back indoors. The only difference was that you had to do it on your own since Zuko had some royal business to take care of. You were pretty bored, so you decided to wander around and practice the power you learned in a somewhat crowded area. The ability the woman in that shop taught you.

You took a deep breath, and focused. You felt the energy in your body merge with the area surrounding you.
You tried focusing on different rooms. You could easily imagine the shape of the rooms, but smaller details required more of your energy. You could see the properties of everything around you. Red, black, soft, hard. Tall, short, alive, non-living.

You focused on the next room. There were four people. You were able to recognize them as the Firelord, Azula, Zuko, Ursa, and that one guy who was really creepy. Oh, right, Ozai. You could sense one of them leaving the room, Zuko and Azula running off into a corner, and Ozai standing in front of Firelord Azulon. They were talking, but you couldn't hear them.
Then, Azula and Zuko left the room.
You were confused for a moment. What happened?

You knew Ozai was the Firelord's son, and Iroh was as well. Iroh... You hadn't seen him in quite a while, which made a bit of sense. But, even if he was grieving, you had heard that he left Ba Sing Se alone. So... If he wasn't home...

...

Ozai would inherit the throne...?

No, no, Firelord Azulon looked upset, angry even. He probably didn't allow it. But he said something... What did he say? Probably nothing good... But Ozai barely had a reaction. He seemed to only be upset at the fact a "no" was the answer to his question. Maybe it was just a scolding? You couldn't be sure. It was weighing on your mind and stressing you out, so you decided to stay out of it. You began to walk to your room, but you could feel someone... Watching you. "Who's there- ...!?" You whipped your head around to see the man himself. Ozai.

He stared you down as he began to approach you. Fear was crawling up your spine, but you stood your ground. "Is there a problem, sir?" You asked. He let out an unnerving laugh at your question. "How pitiful." He took a step behind you, and turned his head the smallest amount in your direction. "I will obtain the throne. And when I do...," He had turned his head completely to give you a cold glare. "I will make use of your pitiful existence." He walked away.

You were stunned into silence. He's saying that... If he completes his goal, you'll be made into a weapon of war. And if Firelord Azulon isn't ruling this Nation, his promise to you... His promise to leave your tribe alone would be out of the picture.

You could always try to threaten him, but if things played out a certain way... You could end up killing Ozai.
Killing... Zuko's father. And if he finds out you care about Zuko...

...You have a feeling he wouldn't mind hurting his son in order to succeed.

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"I can make a poison which lacks smell, taste, and color." You froze and leaned onto a nearby wall. Focusing your energy into your surroundings, you saw everything that was happening. Ursa... Was talking to Ozai. About... Poison? To kill the Firelord... "Then you must leave after creating it. Only then will I leave him be." Him? Who could Ozai be referring to? Is it... Zuko?

"You cannot take either of them with you. Otherwise, I will have the lot of you hunted down and killed." You covered your mouth with your hand, preventing yourself from gasping. No... No...! If that poison is made, Ozai will inherit the throne! You'd be forced to become a weapon! But... But if the Firelord isn't killed... Zuko...

...

...In that case...

You had to try to escape and Fire Nation.