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the beginning of a new and brighter birth by aloneintherain
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender
13 Jun 2018
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“I’m so proud of you, my nephew.” Uncle cups Zuko’s face in his lined hand. The gesture is so tender, his palm so warm, that Zuko has to take a fortifying breath against the sudden swell of emotion in his chest.
“I want to be a good leader, Uncle,” Zuko says. “I want to look after my people.”
“You will,” Uncle says. “You are, nephew.”
In a new era of peace, Zuko works to be a very different Fire Lord than his forefathers. Based on this tumblr post.
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27 May 2026
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Some people are born with soulmarks. Zuko has them, but his grandfather burned them off because they "make you weak."
Team Avatar has a few things to say about that.
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26 May 2026
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"Keith, if we make it out of this alive, I'm going to kiss you."
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05 Dec 2025
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“Silent Salt Cookie.” Her voice cuts through the air like a blade. “What can you tell me about the beast-binding ritual?”
“You are on the verge of sleep,” he observes, voice rumbling through his helmet, “so I believe such information can wait until the morrow.”
She shoots him a look of defiance. “I am not.”
or: following the events of their battle within the catacombs, Silent Salt and White Lily venture out of the Lands of Silence with the ghostly remnants of the Kala Namak Knights.
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- Part 5 of beneath the silver tree
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14 Nov 2025
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Perhaps he could have been more... polite, in his refusal of her touch, at least the first few times. He simply saw a hand wrapped in green approaching his face and he responded. The regret that washed over him at the sound of her yelp - startled and pained, a tragic accessory to the tremor in her wrist born from him grasping it so tight - was overwhelming, almost suffocating, and yet... he did it again, the next attempt she made. And the one after that, and the one after that.
Nevertheless, for reasons unknown, she persisted.
Must have been that morbid curiosity of hers.
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23 Oct 2025