The Rival (ATLA x male reader)[paused]

Prolouge

A 15 year old boy was seen standing in the middle of a large room, on top of a blood red carpet. His jet black hair was long and messy, while his fiery colored eyes stared daggers at the man in front of him. Fire lord Ozai…

Y/n clenches his fist, when suddenly the fire lord spoke. 

Ozai: You already know why I called you here?

Y/n: … Yes, Fire lord Ozai. 

Ozai: Good. Now, how are her teachings? 

Y/n: She's performing extraordinarily, she has just achieved a new color of fire, blue.

Ozai grows a mischievous smile.

Ozai: Good… anything else?

Y/n: Nothing else to report.

Ozai: You're dismissed then.

Y/n bows before heading out of the room. But before he opened the door, the fire lord spoke once more…

Ozai: And I find out you're lying to me, you'll end up Zuko.

Y/n frowns before leaving the room, once the door shuts behind him, he lets out a loud sigh. Y/n walks down the hall, imagining the smug smile off the Fire Lord's face. He looks down on him, as if he couldn't just kill him… then again, he wouldn't want an entire nation after his head. 

He then feels an "evil" presence besides him as he walks. He looked to his right to see a girl giving him a smug smile.

???: So, what did father say?

Y/n: The usual, threatening to give me a scar and everything. Now, we must grab you some dinner Princess Azula.

Azula: Hm, well fret not, as long as I get stronger than you, then you'll never be harmed by him.

Y/n: *thoughts* That's oddly… sweet. Huh, wasn't expecting tha-

Azula: Of course it'll only be once we're married. 

Y/n: *thoughts* Annnnnnnd there's the catch. *outloud* Princess, you can not say such a thing carefree. You're to marry another individual of strong political power, which I don't have. 

Azula: That rule won't matter, once I become fire lord. Plus… if everyone knew your strength, they'd be bowing down to you as well. 

Y/n had his eyes closed as they continued to walk. 

Y/n: It would've been out of fear, not respect.

Azula: Same thing.

Y/n stops, as they were now in front of the dining room.

Y/n: Well, why don't we discuss this some other time. Right now you must eat, take a seat, while I call the chefs. 

Azula: Okay. Just don't take too long.

Y/n bows before heading towards the kitchen. Inside there was a team of people working on some dishes, when the head chef looked over to see Y/n.

H.Chef: Ah Y/n! What is it you need?

Y/n: Sorry to intrude, but it's 7pm, and Azula is now in the dining room.

The head chef's skin goes pale as he turns to his team. 

H.Chef: You heard the man! Turn on the stove. We don't have much time before we're the ones being cooked!

Y/n walks out of the kitchen and into the dining room where Azula is seen tapping her foot impatiently. Azula was about to speak when suddenly the main doors slammed open revealing a guard.

Azula: Ugh what is it now!?

Guard: I'm sorry my lady, but there is an important message for Y/n. 

The guard walks up to Y/n and passes a scroll to him, the guard bows to the caretaker, and then leaves the room. Y/n opens and reads the scroll, his eyes widened, as his pace began to go faster. He shuts the scroll and turns to Azula, who looks confused. 

Azula: What is it?

Y/n: The Avatar has been found. I was called in as reinforcements. 

Azula: What!? You can't leave! I order you! You're to stay here and be my caretaker!

Y/n bows.

Y/n: I apologize my princess, but this is a direct order from General Iroh, and the Fire Lord himself.

Azula stays silent as her hands clench into a fist as smoke stems from her hands. She suddenly felt a pair of lips touch her head, as she looks up with a blush to see Y/n smiling at her. 

Y/n: Don't worry princess, I'll be back after our mission is over. Until then, goodbye.

Y/n bows once more before heading out of the room, he heads to his room, and searches his closet for his main outfit, rather than his butler one. 

He puts his outfit on, and puts up a grin.

Y/n: How long has it been Avatar… 100 years? Seems you finally got out of your slumber, you were always a heavy sleeper.