fire lady mai

“Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it.”

The Fire Lady

1.It’s the Painted Lady
2.The Blue Spirit
3.The Painted Spirit
4.The Blue Lady
5. The Water Bender
6. The Fire Lord’s Heart pt 1
7. The Fire Lord’s Heart pt 2
8. The Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit 


Zuko and Katara fall hard for each other, Katara loves Zuko more than she ever thought possible.

Two months pass since Katara’s arrival in the Fire Nation, and Katara continues to run her Painted Lady façade, but lately things have been changing.

“Hi,” she smiles, walking into Zuko’s office one afternoon, “Lunch?”

Zuko looks up from his papers and a smile spreads across his face.

“Was I late again?” he asks and Katara nods her head.

“I don’t mind,” she smiles, “I know you’re a busy Fire Lord.”

Katara put’s Zuko’s plate on his desk and then kisses Zuko, biting his lip in the way he loves.

“I love you,” he smiles as Katara caresses his face.

“I love you too,” she says.

Katara remembers the first time that Zuko said those three little words, three little words that made Thora’s heart race.

They were in the middle of a rough night session. Katara was bent over the bed, Zuko was behind her, making her grip the covers tightly as she came.

“I love you like this,” Zuko whispered, Katara looked over her shoulder as Zuko sucked in a deep breath and withdrew from Katara, “I love you,” he said as Katara turned over and laid back on the bed.

Zuko placed kisses all over Katara’s body and in between the kisses he repeated the word over and over again.

After both Katara and Zuko both climaxed, they laid together, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“I love you too,” Katara said, with such tenderness that it felt like angel wings were brushing over Zuko.

Zuko and Katara were never far apart from each other, of course rumours spread, but they never paid them any mind, most of the people were not against Zuko’s choice to love the water bender. The people knew Mai was stiff and uncaring about anything but herself and her power.

Katara watches Zuko work, she watches him eat between reading and her heart swells, she loves her Fire Lord more than she could possibly say.

When Zuko is finished with his meal he looks to Katara.

“I have a surprise for you tonight,” he says, standing to his feet and crossing over to her.

“Don’t you always?” Katara asks, with a taunting smile.

“Seriously,” he says with a purr, “The usual surprise, and something more. Meet me here tonight, ok?”

“Ok,” she smiles as Zuko kisses her, this time surprising her with a bit of his own. Katara gasps as the small of pain sends a shiver of excitement down her spine.

“I love you,” he says, this time kissing her cheek, “More than anything.”

“I love you too,” Katara says, standing and caressing the scarred side of his face, Zuko leans into her touch and covers her hand with his.

Mai never touched his scar, she would hardly look at it. But Katara loved that side of him as much as the other side.

Katara turns to leave.

“Oh!” she says, turning back to Zuko, “Have you seen my necklace?” she asks, touching her bare throat, “I couldn’t find it this morning.”

“I noticed the clasp broke during our tumble in the sheets,” Zuko explains, his cheeks red, “I sent it to get fixed.”

“Thank you,” she smiles, leaving the room, deciding to give a surprise to Zuko tonight as well.

Katara spends the rest of the day distracting herself, talking with the ladies of court and Iroh, who was making plans to go to the earth kingdom and travel.

When the night falls Katara decides to dress for the special occasion, she dresses in a dress that is both red and blue, the colours wrapping up her body turning to purple around the breast.

She goes to Zuko’s office where he waits, crowned and dressed in his royal robes, looking elegant and powerful. Zuko gapes at Katara as she enters.

“Wow,” he breathes, standing to his feet and crosses to her.

“Thank you,” she smiles, her eyes flicking to his crown, “Are we going somewhere?”

“No,” he smiles, Katara looks over Zuko’s shoulder, his desk is clean and empty; the only thing on it is a wooden box.

“Roleplay?” Karata asks, raising a sultry eyebrow, “The Fire Lord and his mistress again?”

“No,” Zuko laughs, taking Katara behind his desk, he stands behind her, pinning her between the desk and himself, “The Fire Lord-” he opens the box, “-and his Fire Lady.”

Inside the box is Katara’s necklace, but above that is a golden crown, the exact replica of Zuko’s crown.

“Zuko,” Katara gapes, breathless, “is this?”

“Katara,” he says, pressing his lips to her shoulder, he turns her around to face him and gets down on one knee, “Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife and Fire Lady?”

Tears well in Katara’s eyes, she nods her head and then squeals with happiness.

“Yes, Zuko, yes!” she laughs, Zuko stands to his feet and then lifts Katara into his arms.

Katara laughs as he sits her down on the desk, Zuko places Katara’s necklace back on and then he lifts her skirts, snaking his hand underneath to find Katara wet and ready for him.

Zuko smiles as he fingers Katara, watching her breath hitch in excitement.

Zuko undresses Katara, leaving her naked on his desk, she removes his shirt before he starts trailing kisses down Katara’s body, he doesn’t stop at the hips, he goes further until he is between her legs, his tongue entering where his fingers had been moments before.

Katara lays back and moans, her fingers running through his hair as he licks and sucks her clit. Katara’s thighs squeeze around Zuko’s head as her orgasm builds, she screams out in pleasure as Zuko brings her to an orgasm.

Then Zuko kisses his way back to her mouth. Katara kisses him long and deeply, taking the crown out of his hair and then running her fingers through his ink black hair.

“So I guess the rumours are true,” a voice says, making Zuko look up quickly while Katara tilts her head back, to see the intruder upside down but unmistakable.

“Mai!?”

Pentagon as ATLA benders

Jinho-Waterbender

  • Northern Water Tribe 
  • Healer 
  • Specializes in ice bending
  • doesn’t mean he uses his bending though
  • sleeps in the healing rooms cuz the blankets are hella soft
  • works too hard to not sleep in his own healing rooms 
  • not a fighter but do NOT provoke him 
  • unless you want to be impaled by an ice shard

Originally posted by pyuupa

Hui-Earthbender

  • Catch him in Ba Sing Se
  • His parents stay in the Upper Ring, but he frequents the Middle Ring a lot 
  • Metal Bender cuz he hella metal 
  • works on the monorail but he lowkey wants to be part of the Dai Li
  • “a person can dream”
  • frequent visitor of the Zoo
  • the platypus bear recognizes him cuz he always it sneaks some moon peaches 

Originally posted by bbykino

Hongseok-Waterbender

  • Northern Water Tribe
  • Front line soldier but you’ll see him more often in the kitchens 
  • “I’m not fighting if I don’t have food”
  • sometimes trains the children…”trains”
  • usually just eats while he watches them play around with a water pouch
  • people think he can bloodbend
  • …i mean he can, but they don’t need to know that

Originally posted by yeosprout

Hyojong-Airbender

  • Northern Air Temple
  • in charge of watching over the sky bison
  • don’t tell the head monk but he usually just sleeps on the saddles
  • “it’s not like they do anything, so why can’t I?”
  • don’t let his laziness throw you off though 
  • this man is LETHAL
  • he can have a man suffocating in less than a second 
  • his enemies are 365 so pressed

Originally posted by cherryjinho

Shinwon-Earth Bender

  • Lives in Ba Sing Se
  • Owns a famous tea shop in the Upper Ring
  • has all the tea, literally and figuratively 
  • 80% of the reason why people go to his shop is for the gossip 
  • and the Upper Ring has a LOT of a gossip
  • master of seismic senses 
  • so don’t EVER try to sneak up on him 
  • unless you want a boulder or a pot of hot tea in your face 

Originally posted by yeo1

Yeo One-Waterbender

  • Southern Water Tribe
  • Trains the younger waterbenders 
  • golden child of the tribe 
  • everyone’s brother/son/friend
  • “the boy in the next igloo”
  • mastered ice bending and steam manipulation
  • for the most part he just chills 
  • his hobby is penguin sledding with the otter penguins 

Originally posted by yeosprout

Yan An-Firebender

  • lives on Ember Island 
  • Roasts the hell out of everyone
  • no one is safe…ESPECIALLY NOT THE EMBER ISLAND PLAYERS
  • specialized in lava bending
  • which is pretty convenient cuz Ember Island is basically a volcano anyway
  • born in an affluent family
  • his aunt is Fire Lady Mai
  • his aunt taught him how to throw knives
  • so he’s pretty adept 

Originally posted by pen1ag0n

Yuto-Waterbender 

  • Southern Water Tribe
  • secret bloodbender 
  • he doesn’t tell anyone though cuz he thinks it might scare them
  • uses his bloodbending to catch fish 
  • spends 10 minutes fishing and the rest of the day sleeping on his boat
  • the tribe idolizes him
  • girls trip over their feet trying to get a betrothal necklace from him

Originally posted by universusptg

Kino-Firebender

  • lives in the capital of the Fire Nation
  • his dad is an advisor to the Fire Lord
  • once made eye contact with Fire Lord Zuko
  • never lets that story go 
  • can generate and redirect lightning 
  • incredibly talented firebender and he knows it 
  • mastered bending at age 10
  • has beat all but ONE person in an Agni Kai
  • only person besides Zuko to make Fire Lady Mai smile
  • His aunt Tai Lee taught him how to fight

Originally posted by jeonsh00k

Wooseok-Firebender

  • also lives in the capital of the Fire Nation
  • Kino’s dad and his dad work together 
  • has the ability to generate blue fire
  • blue fire is the hottest and most powerful type of fire
  • Extremely talented
  • he’s his family’s pride and joy
  • he helps to advise the war counsel
  • the heat of his fire led to him to win every agni kai he’s participated in
  • he’s the ONLY person to beat kino in an agni kai
  • people think he’s intimidating
  • the boy feeds turtle ducks at lunch EVERY DAY
  • never misses a day 
  • he a whole softie 
  • people call him the next zuko 
  • zuko’s dream is to have him as a son-in-law

Originally posted by jungwooseok-ptg

anonymous asked:

zuko x katara you’re my siblings’s best friend and i absolutely hate you but pretend to be my boy/girlfriend to piss off my family au

this doesn’t fit the prompt exactly because i set it post-series, but canonically sokka and zuko are best friends, and zuko and katara used to hate each other, so… *moonwalks away*

you’re still the song on my breath

“I’m a war hero,” Katara chanted as she stomped down the Northern Water Tribe’s elegant crystal walkways. “I’m the youngest master waterbender and I helped save the world. I will not be treated like a child!”

A nearby ice sculpture rattled and then exploded from the sheer force of her ire. The shards whistled through the air, almost putting a messy end to the person coming up the path towards her. But he reacted quickly, kicking up a wall of orange flames that melted the icy projectiles… as well as the walkway.

Before any serious damage could be done, Katara doused the fire with a good blast from her water skins. She blinked at the pale face and the golden eyes that emerged through the haze of steam.

“I’m a war hero,” she repeated, still too angry to get her thoughts in order.

Zuko scratched the back of his head, looking puzzled. “I don’t think anyone’s questioning that.”

Keep reading

The Water Bender’s Baby

1.It’s the Painted Lady
2.The Blue Spirit
3.The Painted Spirit
4.The Blue Lady
5. The Water Bender
6. The Fire Lord’s Heart pt 1
7. The Fire Lord’s Heart pt 2
8. The Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit
9. The Fire Lady
10.The Blood Bender
11. The Family Reunion


The night that Katara came home, Sokka arranged for a celebratory dinner, he found it odd when Katara wouldn’t even touch the wine.

She loved wine. Sokka didn’t think much of it.

Then she started to disappear, looking for a home, wanting to get out of the place she was sharing with Sokka. Sokka found it odd when she was planning on living alone.

Katara never liked living alone. Sokka didn’t think much of it.

Then she started to disappear into that home, the home on the edge of the tribe, so far away from Sokka’s house.

Sokka began to worry.

Sokka asked his father if he noticed what was wrong with Katara, Hakoda said to leave it be, to leave his sister alone and give her space.

But Sokka couldn’t do that, he was the oldest, he had to look out for her and he felt like he was failing in his mission.

Sokka let Katara be, for a time, but when he hadn’t seen her for more than a few months, he knew, deep down, that Katara was in trouble. So Sokka decided that he needed answers, his father wasn’t around so he went straight to Katara’s hut.

When he heard her screaming his heart raced, he charged into the hut as if he was charging into battle.

What he saw was earth shattering. Katara was in her bed, her father by her side, and in her arms was a babe, still covered in blood and goo from the birth.

“What in Spirits is going on here?!” he demanded, making all eyes turn to him.

“Out with you!” one of the other women in the hut hisses flapping her hands and pushing Sokka out of the door way.

“Dad?” Sokka asks, he sees Hakoda look to his sister then he stands and makes his way to Sokka.

“Son,” he says, putting his arms around Sokka’s shoulders and leading him outside.

Once the pair are outside the door shuts behind them and Hakoda leads Sokka to the living room.

“What is going on?” Sokka asks, frantically searching his father’s face for a clue.

“Katara had a baby,” Hakoda says, “she returned here already pregnant.”

“But… I… who… what?” Sokka is speechless, he has a million question’s forming in his mind but he can’t seem to form the right words.

“She will not tell me who the father is,” Hakoda explains.

“Aang?” Sokka breathes, but his father shakes his head and sighs.

“She is positive that it is not Aang’s child,” Hakoda says, “But she wants to keep the child a secret.”

“Why?” Sokka asks, his heart still pounding in his ears, “Dad, I don’t understand. Was it forced? Is she afraid of the father.”

“No,” Hakoda reassures, “Katara informed me that the father loved her, she loved him too.”

“Then I’m lost!” Sokka exasperates, standing to his feet, “Why would she not want her baby known?”

“I don’t know,” Hakoda sighs, wiping a hand down his face, “Spirits, I wish your mother was here… We can only hope that Katara will tell us when she’s ready.”

“But what if she’s never ready?” Sokka asks, “What if we never know?”

“Then we respect her wishes,” Hakoda says, standing to his feet to calm his son, “Sokka, we have to be supportive of Katara, we can’t let her go through this alone.”

Sokka sighs and sits down, he leans forward and puts his head in his hands, his mind still buzzing with questions that need answering.

“Chief?” one of the ladies says, coming out of Katara’s room.

“How is she?” Hakoda asks.

“Fine,” the woman says, “The birth was fine, no complications, the baby is strong and healthy. You have a granddaughter,” Hakoda’s heart flutters with joy, “She wants to see you,” the lady says, standing aside as Hakoda walks into the room.

Sokka remains sitting on the couch.

“You too,” the lady says, “Don’t you want to see your niece?”

Sokka stands to his feet and then walks into the room, the midwives finish cleaning and then leave the house; one stays behind to keep an eye on Katara and the new baby.

Sokka watches in awe as Katara sits in her bed, holding her daughter close and fawning over the child.

Hakoda sits by Katara’s side and they talk. But Sokka doesn’t know what to say, his eyes flick around the room and then land on Katara’s necklace; their mother’s necklace, sitting on Katara’s dresser.

“Congratulations Kat,” Sokka says, looking to Katara.

“I’m sorry I kept it from you,” Katara breathes, looking to her brother, “But I didn’t want anyone knowing before I wanted them to know.”

“I understand,” Sokka says with a smile, he rubs the back of his neck and then watches as Katara goes back to talking with their father.

Sokka goes over to the necklace on the dresser, the necklace is sitting face down on the dresser, Sokka stares at the pendant, the pendant which should be smooth and white. But the back of the pendant is engraved with a Fire Nation symbol, not just any Fire Nation symbol, but the crest of the royal family, Zuko’s symbol, etched into the pendant and filled with gold, real gold.

‘Holy spirits,’ Sokka thinks, ‘it all makes sense now.’

Sokka bides his time, he stays with his father and Katara until Hakoda is called away, Sokka stays behind.

“Master Katara,” The midwife says, coming into the room, “I have to go pick up some sea prunes for dinner, will you be fine on your own?”

“I’ll stay with her,” Sokka says, the midwife smiles and then leaves, promising that she’ll be back soon.

Sokka sits by Katara’s side, watching his sister rock her baby.

“She’s adorable,” Sokka smiles, “Looks just like you.”

“I know,” Katara beams, “But she has her father’s eyes.”

“Really?” Sokka asks, looking at the baby’s cyan eyes.

“Not in colour,” Katara laughs, “but in shape and softness.”

“Oh yeah,” Sokka says, “And look, there are even little gold flecks in her eyes.”

Katara goes still she doesn’t say a word.

“It’s Zuko’s baby, isn’t it?” Sokka asks, speaking softly, Katara looks to Sokka in shock, “Last we heard from Aang was that you were safe in the Fire Nation. You were with Zuko, weren’t you?”

Katara stays silent, her eyes are wide and glassed with tears, Sokka holds out Katara’s necklace, holding up the side etched with the Fire Nation symbol.

“I love him,” Katara breathes, “He loved me,” a tear slides down her cheek as she takes a deep breath, “I was going to marry him.”

“What happened?” Sokka asks, “Why’d you come back?”

“Because Mai came back,” Katara weeps, her voice becomes shaky, “Her father was threatening to tear the city apart if he didn’t get what he wanted, his people out numbered Zuko’s three to one. The first step to peace was making Mai Fire Lady, to unite the Fire Nation as one again.”

“And Zuko just kicked you out?” Sokka asks, his anger rising.

“No,” Katara gapes, “No, Sokka, he wanted to fight for me, he wanted to risk war to keep me by his side. I wouldn’t let him, I left.”

“And he didn’t know that you were pregnant?”

“No,” Katara says, “and he never will.”

“Why not?”

“Because if he finds out that this baby is his, everyone I love will be in danger!” Katara snaps, “IT’s a shock to think that such a small being is able to cause so much panic. But it’s true, if Zuko, or anyone else, finds out that this baby is his, chaos would ensue. I know Zuko, he would want to claim her as his own, he can’t do that without angering Mai and her father; his country would be in ruin. If Mai somehow finds out, I have no doubt in my mind that she will send assassins after me and after my daughter. I want my child to grow up safe.”

“So what are you going to do?” Sokka asks.

“I’m going to send her to a woman, the woman will raise her as her own,” Katara looks down to her child, “She will stay in the tribe.”

“So you’re just going to abandon her?”

“I’m not abandoning her,” Katara snaps, “I will always be in her life, she will know the truth of who I am and who her father is when the time is right. But if she stays with me, rumours will surely spread, some may fall for the lies I will have to tell, but Zuko is smart, he will know the truth.”

“Don’t you think he has a right to know?”

“Don’t you think I wish he could?!” Katara hisses, “There is nothing I want more than my baby knowing who her father is, there is nothing I want more, than to be by Zuko’s side in this. Sokka, I love him, I love him so much that it hurts, it hurts to be this far away from him, to have this big of a secret from him, but I have no choice. In keeping her secret, I am keeping her safe, I am keeping him safe. What kind of damage do you think will follow if word gets out about her? She’s only baby, but she is Zuko’s first born baby, rightfully the heir to the Fire throne, do you have any idea on what kind of danger that puts her in? Please Sokka,” Katara breathes, trying to stop the flow of tears falling down her face, “You have to keep this secret.”

“Ok,” Sokka breathes, his heart racing, “Ok, I will. I won’t tell a soul.”

“Not even father.”

“Not even Father,” Sokka echoes, “Katara, you mean the world to me, it pains me to see you like this.”

“I’ll be fine,” she breathes, then she looks to her baby, “We’ll be fine.”

“Well she’s going to need a name,” Sokka says, changing the subject, “Any ideas?”

“Senna.”