Previously...

The woman had curled dark hair, her eyes lined with equally dark makeup. Katara figured she couldn't be older then eighteen.

"I'm Augustine," she continued dusting her clothes off.

"June," she said dumbly. "Do-Did you work there?"

Katara's stupor at how absolutely young Augustine was had yet to wear off. She looked to the woman and then back to the building behind her…then back to Augustine.

"For Spirits sake, I'm not some sleazy whore," she pulled a notepad out of her pants pocket, waving it at the girl. "I was a waitress."

"So, that's nota brothel?" Katara squeaked.

Augustine thre w her head back with laughter.

"A brothel?" She repeated after her laughter had subsided. "No! No, it's a bar and inn. Though, I suppose I can see how the lines get crossed.

Ren over there thinks just because he owns the place he can fire his best waitress for not putting up with harassment." She jutted her thumb towards the door. "Some of the men get handsy a few drinks in, and I've told them I won't put up with it…and when I don't, they act surprised."

The waterbender raised an eyebrow at the thought of the petite girl holding her own against a drunk older man.

"I'm sorry, did you say Ren?" Katara asked. "I'm actually looking to speak with him. I want to buy his boat."

Augustine stared at the younger girl for a moment before breaking out in laughter for the second time.

"Oh honey, get in line."

Katara smiled uneasily, not sure how exactly to take that comment.

Others wanted to buy his boat - or wanted to talk to him?

Before she could ask, however, a voice shouted out across the streets.

"Out of the way!"

The casual chatter from the swathes of people milling about quieted, the tone lowering to a sort of worrisome mumbling.

The voice tore her attention towards the direction she'd left Zuko standing.

The pointed helmet of a Fire Nation solider glinted through the crowd.

"Coming through," Another voice rumbled and the townspeople began to part, stepping to the side to let the two soldiers through.

Both were clad in a familiar metal armor.

So, they got shipments from the factory here…

"Augustine," the taller soldier greeted with a sneer. "So we meet again."

Augustine brazenly stared at the man, crossing her arms, "I would say it's a pleasure…but it's not."

"I thought we told you to mind your own business."

A smirk graced her lips and she shrugged.

The soldier jerked his head toward her and his cohort strode to the older woman.

The second soldier gripped Augustine's shoulder, spinning her around to pin her arm painfully behind her back.

"June," Augustine grit out, head and neck straining to meet Katara's blue eyes. "I need you to check-"

She yelped, being herded forward.

"-On my sister! We live past the weaponry shop!"

The men escorted her away as quick as they came, the trio of heads disappearing into the crowd that formed back behind them.

An elder woman tsked from near by. "You think the girl would know to not stick her nose into matters that do not concern her."

The other woman shook her head. "She'll never learn. They don't bother her, she shouldn't bother them."

The pair shot Katara a shrewd look.

Katara, having been caught eavesdropping, tore her eyes away from the women.

What was Ren doing? Katara frowned. Augustine had said that she'd simply been fired for retaliating against 'handsy men'...but perhaps more was at play then she let on.

The heat from the sun lessened as a cluster of clouds rolled in front of it. Her blue eyes stared up at the sky, deep in thought.

I should try to find Zuko. She thought.

She felt bad for yelling at him, assuming that the Red Dragon was a brothel and that that was the main reason he'd wanted inside. His uncle had just been ripped away from him, and the last words he'd said to him were out of anger. Surely Zuko just wanted to get back to him, the same way she'd just wanted to get back to her friends.

Katara accidentally met eyes with a random woman before quickly dropping her gaze and heading towards where she'd left Zuko. After looking down a few alleyways, thinking he may have darted down one to stay out of the soldiers' sight, she gave up.

He'd left her.

You left him first, Katara. A voice whispered, much to her annoyance.

Katara looked behind her to the front of the Red Dragon once more, as she half-expected for Zuko to magically come walking out of the door.

He didn't.

Fifteen minutes later, after enlisting directions from a shopkeeper, she arrived outside the weapons shop, the vendor the last on the strip. Past the shop, small traditional Fire Nation houses dotted the rocky landscape, some situated higher up on the uneven terrain. Each home was fabricated out of the same materials: large brown doors, smaller windows, off-white stucco walls and sharp crimson roofs trimmed with gold. The stucco walls sported golden strips of board efficiently breaking up the mundane light walls on light dirt.

The closest house to the weapons shop would be her first stop. It would only make sense to check that one first. The home that laid before her was unlike the others. Wooden boards were haphazardly nailed over something painted on the front wall. Dirt splattered the walls and parts of the roof looked burnt and painted over.

A dark head of hair flitted by just inside the open window.

"Excuse me," Katara called out, walking over to the front of the home.

If the woman inside heard her, she made no indication.

Hesitantly, Katara rapped on the door, listening for any movement. A few moments past before the door cracked open, an older girl peering out the slit.

"Can I help you?" A brown eye raked suspiciously down Katara's dusty outfit.

"Um." She fidgeted in place. "Augustine sent me to… check on you? Sh-she got arrested."

The door swung open, revealing a girl in her mid twenties. She was about the same height as Augustine, with shorter hair. Her features were softer than her younger sisters, but you could tell they were related.

She huffed a breath in response, burying her face in her hands. "And she sent you?"

"I'm June."

The sister pulled her hands down her face with another sound of displeasure. Katara went on to explain to the woman how she had met her sister and what had happened when Augustine got arrested. Katara left out the part about wanting to speak with Ren, however. It probably wouldn't have been a good idea to tell her sister - Kiyo she learned - that she'd wanted to gain an audience with the man that most likely put her sister in the predicament in the first place.

Kiyo stepped back midway through the story, allowing the girl into their home.

The main room was in a better state then the outside of the house. Wooden planks peeked out from beneath a massive and ornate crimson and gold rug, accenting the dark brown walls. Kiyo sat down on a low cushioned red seat, gesturing for Katara to take the one across from her.

"I'm assuming you just were passing through," Kiyo murmured, her legs curling beneath her on the chair. "I haven't seen you in town before."

Katara nodded, her mouth opening and then closing. She was unsure how to describe Zuko - or if she should bring up her traveling companion at all.

It would be weird to call him her 'boyfriend', especially if Kiyo and Zuko would never meet.

Kiyo watched her guest struggle to find the right words.

"Yes. We're just passing through." She settled with, letting the 'we' signal that she wasn't alone. "I'm assuming Lee is off looking for a boat for us now."

Kiyo raised a brow, although Katara had no way of knowing if it was at the mention of a man or of the boat.

"Well," Kiyo licked her lips, staring out the window past Katara. "I'll let you get back to this Lee person then. You did what my baby sister asked, which is more then most would do. I'm sure we can handle ourselves."

"Are you sure?" Katara squinted at her. "What were the soldiers talking about? There were villagers that said she stuck her nose where it didn't belong, and I've already heard mixed opinions about…Ren? Is it?"

Kiyo studied Katara. "You picked up on that, huh?"

"Lee noticed that something was going on as soon as we got here," she explained. "What are the soldiers- what is Ren doing?" Katara pressed and she knew she'd pushed too hard once Kiyo stood up, her expression guarded.

"Your boyfriend-" she waved her hand to say or whatever. "Is right. They are up to no good. It'd be wise to listen to those gossips," She moved to the door and opened it. "And keep your nose out of where it doesn't belong. We can take care of ourselves."

Katara stood up, staring at Kiyo.

Her eyes cold and untelling as she held the door open, staring back pointedly.

The waterbender dipped her head in goodbye, before hurrying out of the woman's home.

~0~

Zuko strode down the alleyway, the soldiers' booming voices fading with each step he put between them. He'd witnessed enough to know that Katara had met a waitress and that something had happened.

He snorted at the thought of Katara gaping at the elder woman. It wasn't a brothel like she'd thought.

Katara was beginning to frustrate him. She seemed more than content to sit there and wait for Ren to fall into their laps - and they didn't have time to wait. Because Iroh was captured by Azula, he knew that she would assume he was close behind. Azula was sure to still have feelers out for him and maybe even for Katara, since she was part of Aang's group.

Though… he appreciated that she treated him like a normal person. Not a prince, not the boy with the scar, but as Zuko. She didn't forget completely all the wrongs he'd done her - and he didn't blame her- but she still given him just an inch of trust in the caves.

Part of him felt determined to earn more. He'd grown to admire the kind tenacity Katara displayed when it came to relations with others. It reminded him of his uncle.

The mental comparison of the beautiful waterbender to his tea-loving uncle made him grunt, shaking the image of Katara's head on Iroh's body out of his head.

He strode down the next street before slipping into the next alleyway, not a soul in sight. Not breaking his stride, he rooted around in his pack, pushing through layers of clothes and other items. His fingers brushed against something firm beneath a layer of fabric.

Grasping onto the object, he wiggled it free, the black fabric of his cloak coming into sight. Once it was out of the bag, he unwrapped the object, pulling the cloak on. The Blue Spirit's toothy sneer stared up at him. He thought to Katara yanking the spirit's poster off the board. Her comment of him being a master had caught him off guard, having spent so many years of his childhood being told he performed below average. Memories of his father flicked through his mind and he angrily pushed them away with a scowl. Ursa, his lovely mother's eyes and smile flashed in Ozai's place.

The mask slipped over his face and Zuko secured it into place before stalking further down the alley, pulling gloves onto his hands.

~0~

The Blue Spirit vaulted off the warehouse's roof, leaping across the alley. His body soared through open air.

His heart hammered in his chest, acutely aware of the drop beneath him. It had been quite some time since he'd jumped rooftops.

With a soft thud, Zuko's feet struck the building's roof.

Let's not break my ankles, he thought, dispersing the momentum with a roll.

The Blue Spirit's eyes scanned the landscape ahead of him. The dock ahead was empty, no ship in sight. Two shiny new Fire Nation cruisers loomed to the left.

Water lapped softly against the shore. He had noticed the empty port earlier, but dismissed the thought from his mind. Zuko would have been lying to himself if he said Katara touching him and calling him pet names wasn't a distraction.

Besides, he thought, how could he have noticed it was empty? He was far away and the ship in front of him had been the spitting image of his own.

Yeah Zuko, that's totally the main reason.

The spirit tore his thoughts away from the blue eyed girl and the other ship, thinking instead of what Kaito had said.

If an available dock was such a hot commodity, why wasn't there a vessel here?

He frowned under the mask, staring at the empty water.

A door slammed shut beneath him, rattling himself and the building with the force.

"She's done enough poking around," a male voice sneered from below, floating out of the skylight beside Zuko. "It's about time we can take care of her. Ren should have said something sooner. Evidently this wasn't the first time." Something clunked onto something else - a table, maybe? Or a drawer?

His ears perked and he shifted to get closer.

Another voice chuckled. "I'm surprised they haven't taken her before now; deal or not. She'll fetch a pretty bag of coins with those looks."

Zuko's scowl deepened. Were they talking about that waitress Katara had met?

"We have a gentleman coming to look at our stock tonight. I believe he'll be delighted to see he has another option on the list," the first said.

He scooted dangerously close towards the skylight, peering through the glass. Two well-dressed men leaned on a dark wooden desk, papers scattered beneath them. An array of young faces stared back, their small sketched portraits barely visible. His stomach rolled.

Slavery? Human trafficking? Neither answer would be acceptable.

Where were they holding them?

He thought back to his time at the palace, years ago. The servants and cooks had been paid, right? And there out of their own volition?

Spirits, he hoped so. He couldn't recall any of them acting like they were forced to be there, though he could have been too young to notice.

The spirit decided he'd seen enough, slinking away from the skylight.

Would they be stupid enough to keep them here, in one of the warehouses? He'd seen at least six faces on the top page, but it would be no stretch to assume they kept more.

Zuko vaulted across rooftop after rooftop until he'd landed on Ren's at the very end. A soft grunt reached his ears and he strode over to the edge of the roof, crouching and peering off the side.

Katara.

The brunette's hair peeked out from beneath an all too familiar veil. It seemed she'd modified her old Painted Lady disguise, doing away with the wide brimmed hat and instead wrapping the gauzy veil over her head, much like his cloak. The dark red lines adorned her arms and he assumed it was the same with her face.

She was smart enough to check her surroundings before bending. With a precise slice, she cut into the crack near the lock, severing whatever secured the door shut.

The door creaked open and she slipped into the building.

What did she know? Had she done some snooping of her own, while they were apart?

He thought back to the faces sketched on the page in the warehouse. If Ren was involved, maybe Katara was on the right track.

The firebender cautiously lowered himself off the edge of the roof before dropping down to follow.

~0~

Katara searched the last corner of the dingy, dusty warehouse, a flash of blue caught her attention as she turned away.

"I should have known I'd find you in here."

Or, did he find me? She wondered.

The Blue Spirit melted out of the shadows and into the faint daylight radiating from the filthy skylight.

"I'm surprised you noticed me." He rasped back, voice deep. "Good job."

"Am I supposed to thank you for that backhanded compliment?" She cocked an eyebrow, smiling.

He shrugged in response.

"Find anything?"

She figured he already knew the answer.

"I don't exactly know what I'm—" she started, before her eyes narrowed on something across the large room - a clean spot on the otherwise dusty floor, a crate positioned at the end of it.

"Actually-"

The Blue Spirit cocked his head to the side, turning to where she was looking.

"Help me move this?" She asked.

The pair pushed the crate through the cleaner smear.

A metal square came into view.

Her face lit up and she looked to her friend, eyes sparkling victoriously.

The Blue Spirit reached behind him, unsheathing his twin broadswords.

After a nod to him, she heaved the metal cover off the hole in the floor, swallowing thickly.

No light shone from below. After bunching her dress in one hand, she leapt down, plunging into the darkness. She fell foot after foot, heart palpitating in the free fall. A soft shriek flew from her lips. The millisecond it took to drop ticked by painfully slow, eventually landing roughly on her feet. She grunted on the impact, her body dropping into a crouch, knees and ankles protesting under the sudden force.

A breathy chuckle sounded from above her and the Blue Spirit, swords now sheathed, carefully lowered his body into the hole. He brought himself to hang completely off the lip before dropping the extra couple of feet to the ground, gracefully.

Katara rolled her eyes at the man, though she hadn't a clue if he could even see the gesture. Admittedly, her jump wasn't one of her brightest ideas.

The light from above seeped into the inky blackness of the hidden room, doing little to light up more then a few feet around them.

It would be so nice to have Toph right now, she thought.

Toph could have easily sensed the room in a fraction of the time. In that moment, Katara would have done nearly anything to hear Toph call her 'Sugar Queen' again.

"Hello?" A soft, mousy voice drifted from somewhere in the darkness. "Is someone there?"

Her jaw dropped. There were people down here?

Underneath a warehouse seemed to be a strange place for people to live. Unless…the lump in her throat came back, making it hard to swallow. They weren't here voluntarily.

Were they being trafficked? Is that what this was?

"Hello?" Katara called back, wandering through the dark, hands stretched in front of her.

"O-oh!" Another voice exclaimed. Something - or someone - scuffed the ground. "Help! Please, help us!"

Suddenly, a warm hand clamped down on her shoulder, stopping her mid-stride. Katara whirled around, only to be met with the permanent fanged grin of a mask, the whites of the teeth barely visible. A gloved finger pressed against her lips as if to say, be quiet.

She obliged his request, waiting. Was he listening?

In those few seconds, she searched the empty eyes for a trace of humanity. As usual, she found none, the shadows hiding the human beneath.

The eyes were a window to the soul. They often showed true intention and having a mystery man - someone she dared call a friend - without eyes unnerved her. It served a constant remind of how little she actually knew about him.

"Hello?" The first person called out again. "Are you still there?"

He slowly pulled away. With his right hand, he pulled the broadswords out, still paired together. He raised his pointer finger in the air, gesturing toward the Painted Lady.

Wait.

Stalking past her, she silently turned to watch him melt into the darkness.

No sound met her ears and she began to wonder if he still was even there.

Light flickered across the room, fifteen feet away, briefly casting tall shadows on the walls. It flicked again before glowing brighter, the lantern igniting.

The flames illuminated the room and Katara took in her surroundings.

The room, a large square, was easily twenty by twenty feet. The trap door cut maybe six feet from the wall. Dark brown and ornately carved cabinets lined the wall beneath the opening. A desk sat to the left, littered with papers, pens and a hodgepodge of other supplies. Along the opposite wall sat three cells - if you could even call the small barred crates cells - and three more sat on the next wall, identical in build. Dirty, tired faces stared back at them.

Her forehead creased and she frowned, looking at each of the prisoners. Most of them were cowered in the back of their cells, while some stood, peering at the odd duo nervously. Firelight licked their faces, making the dirt smears appear darker and their eyes hollow. Four girls and two boys, most around her age, two of the girls a bit younger.

So no sign of Augustine, she thought. That could be equally good as it is bad.

"Thank Spirits," one of the captured girls breathed, her hands gripping the bars in front of her. "Are you here to rescue us?"

The Blue Spirit appeared to hesitate, briefly glancing over his shoulder to stare at the Painted Lady.

They were, Katara thought.

Weren't they?

He strode over to her, ushering her back further.

"What are we going to do with them?" He hissed, voice rocky at the low tone.

Katara chewed her lip. "I-"

"Say we let them out. What's going to stop them from just getting captured again?" He paused. "Are you going to stick around and protect them?"

"I have to leave soon. I probably shouldn't even be down here now." She thought of Zuko, standing alone in the middle of the crowded street. "He's probably wondering where I've disappeared off to." She huffed, shaking her head at their dilemma. "We can't just leave them down here."

Metal shrieked on metal above them.

Her breath caught in her throat. Katara gestured to the lantern the Blue Spirit had left across the room, still glowing.

"The light," she managed to get out.

"Please don't leave us trapped here," a new voice whispered pleadingly. "Please."

The Blue Spirit was right. It would do no good to risk themselves now if it wouldn't be a permanent solution for these people. They deserved to live free without fear of this happening to them again.

"We won't," she said softly. "We'll be back."

A gloved hand wrapped around her wrist and she turned to see the all too familiar sharp edges of her friend's mask.

The spirit didn't say a word, simply pulling her along until they stopped beneath the open trap door.

Almost like he thought she would be stupid enough to not leave.

After a few tries, limbs tangling together in the dark, the Blue Spirit managed to boost Katara up enough where she could grasp onto the lip in the ceiling. Once she had pulled herself up, she offered him her outstretched arm.

He shook his head, instead motioning to get out of the way. With catlike precision, he leapt towards the opening, hands clamping down on the edge and hauling his lithe figure through the trap door.

The pair managed to replace the trap door and crate without detection, both slipping out the same side door and into the alleyway.

"You shouldn't make promises you can't keep." He murmured, turning to slide into a blind spot behind a pillar.

"I'm not leaving them there to rot or get sold to some…some monster!" She threw her hands up, also scooting out of the line of sight from the adjoining street.

He leaned against the pillar, studying her. "I thought you had someone to get back to. That you both had to leave."

"I'll figure out some reason to stay," she retorted, crossing her arms. "Maybe I'll tell him what I found. He knows who I am, what I do."

He snorted dryly. "Well I hope that conversation goes well for you. I'm still not hearing any solutions, unless you plan on murdering every person that tries to stop you from freeing them."

The pouch of coins appeared in her mind.

"I'll buy their freedom."

That elicited another snort. "Do you even have any idea how much it costs to buy a person - let alone six?"

Silence.

"I have money."

"I highly doubt you have that much."

She groaned, hanging her head. "Don't hear you having any better ideas."

"Just because I'm not sharing them doesn't mean I don't have any," the Blue Spirit pushed himself off the pole. "I'll meet you here at sunset. There's a meeting going down tonight with some potential buyers."

Katara gaped at him. "What? How could you possibly know that?"

The Blue Spirit didn't elaborate further, merely shoving his hands into pockets and walking away.

~0~

Zuko moseyed down the street, passing by a variety of shops. He'd managed to retrieve his bags and give Katara the slip in hardly no time at all. Now, all he had to do was wait for her to find him.

Hopefully having to clean off her face and body paint will buy me enough time to make it a decent distance away… he murmured to himself.

The thought of her bathing brought unwanted thoughts to Zuko's mind. His cheeks reddened and he pushed away the mental image of her smooth dark skin, glistening with her element.

Stupid hormones, he grumbled mentally.

"Would you like your palm read, sir?" A wrinkly woman called out over the chatter, yanking him from his thoughts. "I can tell you your future and about your true love, all for three copper pieces!" She grinned wolfishly as if she knew his lingering blush was from a girl.

He ignored the fortune teller, continuing along. Another vendor shouted about some sale to Zuko, who paid the man no mind. After the salesman said something rather distasteful about his scar, he turned a glare on the man. The man left him alone after that and Zuko allowed the once ever-present sneer to blanket his face. He'd forgotten how effective his glare was. Uncle Iroh had chided him a number of times when he was a waiter at the Jasmine Dragon, and he'd trained his face to not slip into his usual expression.

Eventually he arrived at the Red Dragon, deciding to take a seat on the ground floor balcony.

May as well see what I can learn hanging out at Ren's business, he thought.

The sun peeked out from above the afternoon clouds that had settled across the sky. Warm light slanted beneath the reddish awning and across the balcony's seats.

~0~

Hours later, a door slammed shut and Katara and Zuko stood awkwardly inside a small room with two small cots. Much to Katara's relief - and Zuko's - all of the single beds available had been booked. So the innkeeper begrudgingly offered them the room with two beds, coupled with the added knowledge - or perhaps suggestive advice - that the beds could be pushed together to form a single, larger bed.

As if they'd needed it.

Neither had been keen to resume their couple act after their argument.

"I can't believe we're actually staying a night here." Zuko complained, unceremoniously dropping his bags on the ground at the foot of the left bed.

"I told you," Katara started, placing her own bags on top of the remaining bed. "I'm seriously thinking that this Ren person is involved in human trafficking. I want to help Augustine and anyone else I can."

"What part of your plan makes you think you have enough time to stay and help out? My uncle will be getting close to Caldera's prison by now. I've got to rescue him."

Zuko huffed a sigh, moving to the small window past his bed, overlooking the side of the shop next door.

"The solar eclipse is still at least two weeks away!" She paused. "And I know you're worried about Iroh. He can take care of himself. You said earlier the journey to the capital is what, over 100 miles away?" She fished her comb out of her bag. "If we can get that cruiser, we'll be there in no time. You followed Appa across the globe easily enough with your ship. That distance would only take what, like five days?"

Katara perched on the edge of the bed, working the comb through the ends of her hair. "We're going to get a ship, one way or another. You'll get your uncle back Zuko, I promise." She added, staring at his back.

He turned around after another breath and met her blue eyes. She held his gaze reassuringly, offering him a smile.

Zuko muttered something under his breath, turning away. Katara couldn't exactly hear what, but thought it had to do with making promises she 'couldn't keep'.

"You have a plan yet to get the cruiser from someone you think operates a human-trafficking ring?" Zuko asked later, while unpacking a few things from his pack.

Katara's wavy brown hair fell across her shoulders as she picked out a stray knot. "I'll just pose as the Painted Lady….again."

She didn't look at him, eyes remaining on the rust-colored wall as she redid her hair.

"You posed as her once already since we've been here?" He asked innocently, voice rasping.

"I had help," she explained, raising an eyebrow.

"You know if someone caught you waterbending, then Augustine wouldn't be the only one needing saving."

"I wasn't waterbending," she said defensively. "Besides, I had help from a friend…

The Blue Spirit," she continued. "He helped me at the factory off the river and we ran into each other again tonight."

A blush spread across her cheeks at the thought of his hands on her body, pressing her towards the trapdoor in the ceiling. She slowly was beginning to develop a crush on the masked man. He was strong, agile, and witty.

Not to mention an expert swordsman - one that had saved her ass more than once.

She caught Zuko's confused expression, but didn't know what had him looking so puzzled.

"What?" She asked, thinking the confusion was at the blush. "He's really…something." Katara pursed her lips, not liking the lackluster word her brain had produced. She fiddled with her arm band nervously. The cut remained scabbed over beneath it, the skin puffy yet now painless.

"I didn't say anything," Zuko retorted quickly, going to stare out the window again before she could see his face.

Katara frowned at the back of his head.

Why was he being weird?

"Okay…" she said each syllable of the word as she too looked out the window.

The shadows were growing darker. "Well, I'm going to go on a walk."

"A walk?" He echoed skeptically. "In this town? At sunset?"

She was silent for a moment, debating if she should tell him her plans for the night. After further debate, she decided that he couldn't - and probably wouldn't try - to stop her, so it would be better for him to know in case something were to happen.

"I told the Blue Spirit I'd meet him at sunset. There's some meeting going down."

He turned to look at her. "I'm not coming to rescue you if you get caught."

Her dress and veil were in one hand, the paint and water skin in the other. She lifted her chin, looking at him confidently. "I know."

A/N:

Good evening all! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Do you think they will be able to free the prisoners and get the ship? Let me know your thoughts in the comments/reviews below! Also - I've received a few PM's regarding if I take requests. I may do some requests, if I'm partial to the pairing. So, mainly Zutara lol no but maybe some others. We'll see!

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