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take pride in what is sure to die by idk_sis
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
22 Apr 2025
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This was it, and he was terrified. He wanted to scream, cry, laugh, and just feel. It might kill him, but he’s more comfortable dying that way, to himself, than he is to a madman he was never meant to face.
Denki is at a crossroad, facing his mortality as a teenager and his duty as a Hero. So, he tries to make peace with whatever fate awaits him and prepares to leave behind his memory in the form of his guitar strings. He asks Kyoka to help him, and it guts her, but it's what he needs to do.
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If I am with you by idk_sis
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
26 Feb 2025
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When Kyoka gets injured after a villain attack and ends up in the hospital, Momo accidentally stirs a rumor mill when rapidly answering some questions at the front desk.
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Out of the over one-hundred people who make up his extended family, Mako is the one-and-only firebender. Which is fine. But boy does it get tiring.
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12 Dec 2025
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So what if I fucking cried like a baby 😭😭😭
Your mom and I come from different worlds, but that doesn’t mean you’re one or the other. You and your brother, you have both of those worlds inside you. Always. And we belong together, no matter what anyone else says.” He set him back down then crouched to meet his eyes. “I won’t kid you Mako, the world’s not always going to make it easy for you. But you’ll make it through. You’re made of stronger stuff. You got that?”
Biracial characters you will always be special to me
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Book 1: Fractured Reflections by Green_Queen
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005), Avatar: The Last Airbender (Live Action TV 2024)
22 Feb 2026
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A year kidnapped. Seven years of stolen memories. A war she supposedly helped end, faces she supposedly knows, a life she supposedly lived. It was all quite convincing, except none of it felt like hers.
Something had been erased from Katara's mind. Something that mattered enough to steal.
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14 Aug 2025
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"Are they lovers?"
"Worse"
Look no further for the perfect meal, crafted with homegrown ingredients carefully nourished from a tragic, bittersweet, yuri amnesia situationship. Comes served with a healthy side portion of a horrifyingly deep web of political schemes, lies, and evil as well, just so your gut gets hit in all the right spots with the powerful punch this dish packs. And to wash it down, you can have the pleasure of chugging a unique, fruity natural blend of severe emotional constipation and intense homoerotic yearning, all sourced organically from Denial river in Egypt. Rumor even has it that this drink tastes like mangos...
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Azula hated Katara. That maybe if Katara believed it, then maybe Azula truly had changed.
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One time I was talking to my mother about my anger issues and she compared me to my father and I have not been the same since
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11 Jan 2025
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"You will not find redemption out in the world," Iroh spoke softly, "There is no such thing. It is but a term men use to add a sense of grandeur to their own self-reckoning. Traveling as you are, making amends, and gifting gold to those you have wronged will not heal that festering wound in your chest. You are procuring forgiveness, a noble and worthy pursuit, but what you seek can only be found inside yourself. You will only know peace when you have forgiven yourself."
"How can I do that with all I have done?" Azula croaked out."Do not forgive your malicious acts, drive forward against who you used to be. Never forget the pursuit of becoming better even in the smallest of ways," Iroh's hand dropped from her shoulder, "But accept and forgive your present and future self for all the things you are and may never be."
The story where Azula learns to love in her own way and be more than a product of her mother’s abandonment and father’s cruelty, and face herself where those two points intersect. She’s lost everything, and now she has to face the plethora of painful and confusing emotions she’s been carrying around for years. She is empty, yet she is so full it overwhelms her.
This fic has a different take on Azula’s nationalism (something very important to her character) that was extremely satisfying and fitting for the path she travels in this story. Surprisingly she doesn’t carry that fire nation nationalism with her, truly adding to her sense of loss and feeling adrift. She’s also rather detached from womanhood, really adding to the loss of a girlhood she never had and the relationship between mother and daughter that can shape a woman.
Once you hit chapter 13, everything just falls into place in your mind. It’s like the 100k words that came before was building up to THAT. Genuinely left me gagged and made me put down the fic for a moment to ponder.
Also don’t even get me started on her chemistry with Katara… who gave them the right to be so fucking iconic and well paired. When people say “they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle” it’s like well duh but this fic has a way of writing it so that you could imagine it literally just as powerful as it is figuratively. And the Shakespeare shit creates this really unique tone, I loved it.
The fact that this fic ends at the beginning of something new for Azula is really beautiful and poetic and I adore it. Beautiful beautiful beautiful work and is such an impactful and one of a kind read.
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Crown Prince Zuko discovers his bending when he is five and his sister is three, and she’s the first person he tells, juggling a flame while she admires its beauty. When he shows the rest of his family, his mother’s chopsticks clatter to the table, and when Zuko looks to his father, his eyes are wide with shock.
His grandfather speaks first, the head of the table, and approval runs thick through his tone: “Well, look at that. A true prodigy, wouldn’t you agree, Ozai?”
“Indeed,” he hums.
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(Princess Azula won’t summon her first flame—a guttering, timid thing—until she’s seven.)
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Or, in a world where Zuko is the prodigy and Azula is the one banished, destiny shifts accordingly.
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19 Aug 2025
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UGH THIS FIC!! Talk about angst, whump, miscommunication, and just pure pain with a slow and painful path to redemption and reunion. So so so good.
Zuko’s and Azula’s relationship means the world to me, and this fic made me cry a few times over how protective and caring they are for each other despite the life they’re born into, and how special the relationship between brother and sister is. Everything they do is for each other to feel safe and loved, even if they make many mistakes, are misguided, and hurt each other along the way. Wherever they are does not matter when they are reaching for each other.
The characterizations are amazingly well done and grow into unique versions of the characters from canon. Even with the role swap Zuko and Azula remain the same yet so different. Zuko is still kind but he adopts a mask of cold apathy to survive in the palace after Azula and Ursa leave but eventually falls too far into his role. Azula is cunning, mean, and thinks with cold practicality, but she’s so vulnerable and full of so much love for Zuko and hate for Ozai and her life growing up that it threatens to consume her whole (ever since she was a little kid, a baby girl!! Ugh these siblings are gonna be the death of me!! 😭). Things change to fit this canon divergence and Azula’s choices, yet so much remains the same.
I adore Azula’s relationship with each member of the Gaang in this fic. Toph is her stubborn but similar little sister, Aang is the little brother she secretly allows herself to let him indulge in his whims, Sokka is a reminder of what Zuko once was to her but treats her as an equal, and Katara allows Azula to let her emotional guard down and speak plainly even just for a brief moment (I lowkey think they should’ve just made out with each cuz their relationship here was top tier… but that’s just me yknow… though azula was getting so hilariously easily flushed around Yue soooo—)
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“Chisato,” Takina whispers, burning and urgent in a way that makes Chisato pause. Sweat shines across the top of Takina’s lip as shaky breaths dig their way out from her lungs. “Chisato, I can’t feel the cut.”
It's one thing to know Takina is willing to kill for Chisato. It's another to realize she's willing to die for Chisato, too.
(Or: Chisato learns what it's like to be loved by Takina Inoue. It's a terrifying thing.)
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30 Nov 2023
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“She’d die for me, wouldn’t she?”
“Oh, Chisato,” Mizuki whispers, wet and just barely holding back that same torrent of emotion that Chisato thinks is ripping its way through her, too.
It’s painful, realizing what it means to be loved by Takina. Chisato hates it. Chisato loves it. Chisato doesn’t know how to deal with it. Mizuki wraps an arm around her shoulders as tears fall from her eyes, and Chisato feels a wetness carving a path down her cheeks to match. She doesn’t sob, she doesn’t scream; Chisato just curls up against Mizuki and lets the tears fall.
“Was it this bad, when she realized it too?” Chisato asks, because she’s lied to herself long enough to grow sick of that, too. She knows what love looks like. She sees it in the mirror every morning and she sees it in the pastel purple of Takina’s eyes, half-lidded and heavy with adoration whenever she thinks Chisato isn’t looking.
(Chisato knows she’s not exactly easy to love either. The thin rope of scar tissue down her chest throbs in time with the invisible beat of blood pumping against the faded skin on her shoulder where Majima's bullet had pierced through.)
Mizuki thinks of Takina, angry and hurt in more ways than one. Mizuki thinks of the sobs that had wracked her suddenly-too-small frame when they told her Chisato had gone missing. Mizuki thinks of sharp eyes glowing under the dark of a cloudy autumn afternoon as they stare at the closed door of Café LycoReco, waiting in vain for a red-clad sun with ruby eyes. Mizuki thinks of a girl forced to grieve for a life she had saved.
“Worse,” Mizuki forces past the lump in her throat.
Realizing the depths of somebody's love for you can be so startling and intense. A very fitting notion to explore with Chisataki