Yandere x Reader // ATLA and LOK

Chosen // Yandere! Fire Lord Ozai x Reader.

 "Choose me..."

Once, you had been normal.

You had been an average young woman living an average life. You, like all the women in your family had been, were a weaver. But unlike your mother and grandmother and the women before them, your talent was unmatched and unrivaled. In your quiet little village, you spent hours, days, and weeks working on tapestries and robes and much, much more.

There were those the chided you, insisting that you were wasting your life away under a needle and thread...but they were always silent when they saw your designs. No one could weave like you could. No one had the skill to bring such vibrant life like you did.

Your designs were unlike any other and you were proud of them, each one more incredible then the last.

And it was pride that you felt when you were invited to the royal palace.

Word of your skills had reached the ears of your Fire Lord, who had invited you to his home. A shining carriage would take you from your beloved village to the heart of your home, a place you had only ever dreamed about! You had heard of the Fire Lord's home but never had you ever thought that you would ever see it! Stories of the splendid palace had reached even your little village, which you would soon leave behind.

You wondered why Fire Lord Ozai wished to see you.

Perhaps, you thought, he wants to commission me. The idea of creating something for your respected leader excited you in a way words couldn't describe. Quickly, you brought your best works (should he wish to see an example) and finest threads and silks, bringing them along with you to the palace.

And you had been right to do so.

Upon entering the palace, you were immediately whisked away to a small but fine room. Sunlight streamed in through the large windows, covering the ornate furniture in a bright, warm light. A few servant girls milled about but, upon seeing you, they quickly bowed and left, giggling as the glanced at you. Now alone in this splendid room, you gazed about as excited thoughts whirled through your mind.

Imagine! You, a simple weaver, here in the Fire Lord's home!

You thought of your family, already mentally writing a letter to them. But a harsh voice suddenly pulled you away from excited thoughts and quiet splendor, pulling your attention to the open doorway.

"You are, I presume, Y/N?"

The speaker was a tall and thin older man, with white hair and intensely dark eyes. Not the Fire Lord, you quickly realized, but someone almost as important, judging by his attire. You bowed politely and said in a quiet tone,

"I am, sir."

"You are a weaver of impeccable skill?"

"I try my best, sir."

"Your best has pleased the Fire Lord. He wishes to commission you to create something for him. A gift."

Your heart leapt excitedly in your chest, though you tried not to show it. Of everyone in the land, he had chosen you! Oh, how lucky you felt!

"I am very honored, sir. I...I brought my things with me."

"Good. He would like you to make a set of women's robes. Here are the measurements and the style he prefers. You may decide the rest."

"Sir?"

"The Fire Lord trusts your tastes. He'll pay for whatever you need. Make what you find beautiful."

And then he left.

It was an odd request. Normally, there was at least some idea of what the customer wanted but...what you find beautiful? You had to admit, though you were surprised by the strangeness of it all, you already had an idea. And you began bringing it to life immediately. Not wishing to disappoint the Fire Lord in the slightest, your work began at once.