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Avatar: The Last Airbender Darkfic Comment Meme

So I just finished writing something so impossibly sweet that I swear all my teeth just rotted in my head from it. And since I have to write floranna's fic for

help_haiti (and her request is full of lovely angst) I need to get myself in a darker writing groove. To further this goal, I’m watching Criminal Minds, and I’m asking you guys to send me your darkest, most angst producing prompts for Avatar: The Last Airbender. Comment with up to five, and I’ll guarantee you at least one commentfic. I’ll probably answer with more, knowing me.

weirdlet and

floranna get seven requests and a guarantee of two fics, because I spawned a wild AU in

weirdlet ’s head, that she has been writing delightfully twisted installments for, and because I delayed writing

floranna’s promised fic to work on my novel.

Please no rape or sexually explicit requests. I’m a big believer that there needs to be more gen darkfic in fandom.

Ganked from

avocado_love .

Meme Closed and Finished

Despite the fact that I asked for no requests involving rape or sexually explicit requests, my brain decided to take me there all on its own in two instances. I've done my best to warn as accurately as I can in both in a way that the warnings themselves are non-triggery. I'd also like to put up a blanket warning for violence.

Fics:

for

floranna

help_haiti :
Azula's lightning strike on Zuko has some far more serious consequences
Zuko hurt his leg on the run and it won’t heal: Part One l Part Two l Part Three l Part Four l Part Five l Part Six l Part Seven
*Warning for heavily implied Rape by Coercion and Sexually Abusive Dialogue* Bonus: AU of “Sun Child”, Zura’s pregnant with Zhao’s child continued from Zhao: Wedded and bedded (AU of Sun Child), both of which are AUs of

weirdlet 's Sun Child AU

for[Bad username or site: � animikii @ livejournal.com] :
Suki’s just as calmly insane as Azula is. She just hides it better

for

weirdlet :
Zhao: Wedded and bedded (AU of Sun Child) continued in Bonus: AU of “Sun Child”, Zura’s pregnant with Zhao’s child, (*Warning for heavily implied Rape by Coercion and Sexually Abusive Dialogue*) both of which are AUs of

weirdlet 's Sun Child AU
Koh's eggs
Eric Bogle’s “And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda”
I sometimes imagine Jet's hiding a set of stripes under his shirt- how'd he come to experience such a flogging?

for

blue_lacquer :
Zhao helps his chances of being promoted by getting rid of his competition
What Chit Sang did to end up in the Boiling Rock
Zhao destroying part of Wan Shi Tong’s library
The Omashu Earth Kingdom resistance succeeds in killing Mai’s family (but not her)

for

avocado_love :
Why exactly the turtle-ducks fear Azula so much
Lao Bei Fong will do anything to keep his daughter safe, even from herself
Zuko: Directly after the Agni Kai
Bonus: some fluffy Toph/Zuko, all grown up (not dark)

for

clockwerkchaos :
At the North Pole something goes wrong with La, and the Fire Nation sinks beneath the sea

for

yma2 :
The story of Lu Ten’s death
Zuko finds his mother (or more accurately, Ursa finds him)
Aang isn’t rescued by the Blue Spirit and is imprisoned for a long time Part One l Part Two

for

beboots :
S2, Iroh dies, leaving Zuko without his influence continued in Zuko breaks down in front of the Gaang and further continued in The Gaang in Ba Sing Se
Jet decides NOT to gather proof that Mushi and Lee are firebenders before he acts

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Do it do it do it! Follow your inspiration! (I have no selfish motives whatsoever! ;) ) Seriously, you can't have enough Toph & Broken!Zuko (or regular Zuko) bonding. Perhaps you could still get Zuko in an apron! I do so love Ba Sing Se. You could also theoretically have an angstful moment when it finally hits Zuko that he has arrived in Ba Sing Se - gotten beyond the wall that his uncle tried so hard to get through... the city that claimed his cousin's life.

I’m heavily influenced by

suzukiblu’s meme responses of a fairly sinister Ursa.

~*~

She was the Regicide, the killer of rulers.

She had no honor, but she had fear.

She would make him fear her.

She stepped forward into the shifting glare of the firewall, hands clasped, face impassive, and knelt down.

“Mom?” The flames died away and the young Firelord sprinted down the steps. “Mom!” The soldiers had warned her about the scar, but she hadn’t realized it would be so... His hug knocked the air out of her. She pushed him back. No, not yet! She couldn’t embrace him yet, if she did, she’d never, she had to...

“Zuko, no.”

The Firelord stared at her. “What?”

“I have to tell you something first. Zuko, I-” She stopped, and forced her voice to keep steady. “I killed your grandfather.”

“I know.”

“And do you know why?” she asked, unable to look at him.

The Firelord bowed his head and nodded. He was shorter than she was still. She wondered how long that would last.

“Then you know I’m willing to do whatever has to be done.” She stood back, hands in her sleeves. “And I’m willing to do it to you.”

When he spoke, the word came out only as a dull croak. “Mom!”

“I already did it once,” she muttered to him. “I killed my Firelord, the father of my husband.”

“Yes!” he gasped. “For me! To keep me alive!”

“And you don’t want his death to be in vain, do you?” she demanded cruelly.

His good eye was wide in his face, like a hole.

She sat down on the steps to the dais, her arms open. He hesitated before he came near and let her hold him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she breathed, closing her eyes and stroking his burned cheek. Little flinches followed her fingers. “But this ‘cessation of hostilities’? It’s surrender, and it’s shameful. You bring shame to the Fire Nation with it.” Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head. And to say this war is our fault, and pay reparations? The rest of the world is going to eat us alive, and you’re sitting around spitting on the graves of soldiers.”

“I’m not, Mom.” He tried to keep his voice hard, but it just came out small and afraid. “It’s our fault and our responsibility to make it right.”

“Oh my son,” she murmured. “What lies have they been telling you?”

He broke away from her, thinking fast. His feet hammered on the dais steps as he climbed, and when he reached the top, the wall of fire went up before he sat down. “I will consider what you said carefully.

Kneeling back down, she smiled up at him sadly. “I’m sure you’ll come to the right decision.”

As soon as her footsteps fell away, blinking hard, he snatched a piece of paper off the stack and spread it over his writing desk to draft an arrest warrant on charges of treason and murder.

She was the Regicide, the killer of rulers

Nice! Dark and interestng and oh, not the direction I expected it to take, but very good indeed! I especially loved the end, the way it keeps yuo hanging whilst also -giving- you an end. Splended stuff!

I'm really glad you liked it even if it didn't take the direction you thought it did.

Um, I went and tracked these down because I thought you might be interested.

Here's the sinister Ursa commentfic I mentioned in my note (http://community.livejournal.com/white_knuckle/46670.html?thread=660046#t660046)
And here's another angsty (for a different reason) commentfic with Zuko finding Ursa by the same author (http://community.livejournal.com/white_knuckle/39451.html?thread=279579#t279579)

My thoroughly bleak sense of humor, let me show you it!

~*~

Zuko watched the Fire Nation forces retreating from the broken down drill, and his sister and her companions slipping away from the army. “Where’s the memorial for the Fire Nation troops who died in the siege?”

The Earth Kingdom general twisted around to him, startled. “The one the Fire Nation soldiers built?”

Zuko nodded, not looking at him.

“We, we demolished it as soon as they left!” the general exclaimed, and then glanced at him suspiciously. “Why? Did you want to visit it? Such a dutiful son of the Fire Nation.”

Whirling around on his heel, Zuko leveled him with a black look. “I had something for it.”

“His uncle’s the Dragon of the West.” Toph grinned, tapping her foot and making the stones all along the top of the wall tremble.

The general swallowed. “What did you bring?”

“My uncle’s ashes,” he responded flatly.

“The Dragon of the West is dead?” the general gaped.

Zuko looked away.

~*~

“I can’t believe I never knew.” the Earth King breathed. As the rest of the Avatar’s companions clustered near him, gazing down at the drill, Zuko found himself apart, at the very inner edge of the wall, staring back down at the city.

Zuko shifted, careful of the wall’s edge as Long Feng arrived, his hands in fists, waiting. “I can explain this, Your Majesty,” he smiled, moving closer to the king, gesturing down. “This is nothing more than… a construction project.”

“Really?” Katara jeered. “Then perhaps you can explain why there’s a Fire Nation insignia on your construction project.” She waved her hand down at it, smugly.

“Well, it’s imported of course. You know you can’t trust domestic machinery.” His obsequious little smile faltered. “Surely you don’t believe these children, instead of your most loyal attendant!” he whined. His king looked to the Avatar and his companions, staring earnestly back at him, and then to his chief adviser, thoughts hidden. When no one glanced his way, Zuko did everything he could not to sigh with relief. He wasn’t supposed to be relieved.

“Dai Li, arrest Long Feng.” The Earth King sounded decisive in their presence for the first time since they had barged in on him. “I want him to stand trial for crimes against the Earth Kingdom.”

At his words, the pair of agents exchanged a significant look before rushing forward and shackling the head of the Dai Li’s wrists behind his back. From his perch on the edge of the wall, Zuko eyed them dubiously, and one of them paused to shrug at him.

As they dragged him away, Long Feng wouldn’t shut up. “You can’t arrest me. You all need me more than you know!”

“Looks like Long Feng is long gone!” Sokka taunted, flicking a tear out of his eye. “Ha… Oh, yeah, I’ve been waiting to use that one.”

“Wait,” the Earth King glanced at Zuko, his expression inscrutable. “If the Earth Kingdom is at war with the Fire Nation, what are you doing here?”

Zuko rolled his eyes. “I hate this city.”

~*~

Aang lay unconscious in Katara’s arms and the Earth King sat morosely in the back of the saddle. Zuko shifted, unable to sleep as they flew over the wall. Blinking sleepily, Toph sat up next to him, and grimaced. His hand reached into his pack and pulled out the saddlebag he had stored the ashes in. His fingers tangled in the laces, pulling loose the knots until they came free and the bag opened. The ashes spilled out onto the wind, sparkling in the starlight.

“Saying goodbye?” Toph asked, eyes fluttering closed.

“I wanted to wait until we’d gotten outside the wall,” he whispered, watching them blow away. “I don’t... I don’t think he would’ve liked it there.”

“They wouldn’t have liked him much there either.” She punched him in the leg.

“Yeah.” He let his arm wrap around her.

Huzzah! Thank you so much for continuing this!

I think that it's very likely that whatever the Fire Nation left behind the Earth Kingdom troops destroyed. I mean, it's like, mocking them, leaving behind a memorial, right? I do like that Zuko wanted to honour his uncle in this way, though. Also, the surprise that the Earth Kingdom general felt about learning that the Dragon of the West was dead! I mean, Iroh is such a larger than life figure, if you've never met him or only seen him from afar... it's hard to imagine him growing old and dying, you know?

“Wait,” the Earth King glanced at Zuko, his expression inscrutable. “If the Earth Kingdom is at war with the Fire Nation, what are you doing here?” A very valid and perceptive question, your majesty!

And that little exchange between Toph and Zuko at the end, with the ashes being scattered? Very nice. :) THIS Iroh didn't have a tea shop in Ba Sing Se - no fond memories of the city at all.

My pleasure!

The memorial's on Earth Kingdom land. The Fire Nation didn't conquer it. What do you think you're doing building memorials on our land?!? And that means nothing to Zuko. Now he has no idea where his cousin's ashes are. Yeah, to the Earth Kingdom, it's like being told the boogyman died. and then being confronted by his grief stricken very human nephew... How odd for them.

Ahahahah! I know, and there goes Zuko saying exactly the worst thing. XD

Also, Zuko has to deal with the Joo Dees and the Dai Li in this. Iroh would hate them, lol. Poor kid, I have a not very nice sense of irony. I think Toph needs to hug him again, don't you?

Upon meeting the Dai Li, Zuko's like "I can't believe you actually mind that the Fire Nation's trying to conquer this place."
Sokka goes "Yeah, and your daddy and sister would get rid of the Dai Li and the brainwashing and all that?"
"You make a compelling point."

I'm not going to write it, but I like to think Zuko took it upon himself to give Kuei some practical advice on how to be a royal traveling incognito. "And for Agni's sake, don't tell anyone who you are!"

Oh hey, it just occurred to me that Zuko really DIDN'T meet the Joo Dees in canon. Maybe just peripherally, right?

And YES Zuko needs Toph hugs. :) Zuko needs hugs, period. Well, hugs from non-creepy people.

"Yeah, and your daddy and sister would get rid of the Dai Li and the brainwashing and all that?"
"You make a compelling point." SO TRUE. If it's advantageous, well... Azula's not going to fix what ain't broken, if you know what I mean.

You know, I've only read a handful of fics in which Zuko actually interacts with Kuei. It's sad in this case ZUKO is actually more worldly than someone. (It doesn't happen often.) I always liked the idea of Zuko actually being capable of giving good advice on, well, politics or living as royal or whatever (to ANYONE). I mean, he had Iroh force-feeding him wisdom for at least three years - he had to have picked up something, right? If only through osmosis. ;)

No, he didn't. He saw the Dai Li take Jet away, but that's it.

So no hugs from Azula?

Or what's broken to their advantage? No, that would be... inconvenient.

Zuko would spend most of his time running after Kuei going "NO! Bad idea, don't do that, put that down!" Makes him feel very wise and knowledgeable. And incredibly sympathetic towards his uncle. Kuei could use a little over-dramatic anxious Zuko dose.

I think that Azula, in her natural state in seasons two and three, is sort of beyond hugs. I think that she may have been redeemable as a child if she had more, you know, friendly contact with her mother and brother at least. I won't rule out possible therapeutic benefit of hugs for Crazula, though.

Speaking of which... I really do enjoy reading sibling or familial fics, you know? But it's SO HARD to find an Azula who can put any sort of feelings of familial devotion to her brother above her devotion to her ambition. What I would love to see is a fic in which Azula actually shows, y'know, concern for her brother. Even if it's just because the Dai Li have beaten him up, and, well, the Fire Nation must stand together against Earth Kingdom barbarians or something. Patriotic-like.

Regardless... Oh man, I would love to read more Kuei and Zuko interactions, as royals on the run. TOGETHER THEY FIGHT CRIME. (Or, rather, Zuko does all the work.) But you've already said you won't write it... ;)

So Floranna's not the only one inflicting massive multi-parters on me? You're doing it now too? Whaaaaaah!

~*~

The shoreline disappeared on the horizon, and somewhere, a certain prince was watching his chance to go home vanish as if it had never been. Zhao smiled widely, his footsteps chiming rhythmically against the metal deck as he sauntered off to tend to his prisoner.

~*~

The shadows came in and the shadows went out. Twice a day, the guards came in and held food and water to his mouth and wiped away whatever he couldn’t swallow. Sometimes he thought they’d only just left when they were back again. Sometimes, he didn’t remember when they’d been last. Four times they came in with bigger shackles, and cleaned away the blood, scabs, and pus on his wrists and ankles.

A few times, maybe once, maybe every day, Aang couldn’t say which, the Firelord came to visit him and examined him expressionlessly, derision glittering in the back of his eyes. Aang gazed back at them, hanging in the chains, and saw his own reflection.

Once, more maybe, he came with a girl. She wore her bangs in two thin points on the side of her face and she smiled at him like she knew something he didn’t. But what could she know? He was already in chains.

After that, she came alone, eyes half-closed and shadowed. She wasn’t smiling, and that was better, wasn’t it?

Before, when time wasn’t yet swirling around and around him and sinking into a pit at his feet, he had spun tiny wind tunnels around the room, just breathed them out and let them scatter. He sucked the air deep into his gut and let it go and sucked in another. This one danced and twisted around the points of her bangs, tossing them around.

“You don’t have much, do you?”

He just hung there, head down.

“I have no idea why my brother had so much trouble with you.” She tried to force that same smile but it just looked ghastly and stretched out. “But then he is Zuzu, isn’t he.”

~*~

There were shadows at the edge of the darkness that weren’t quite part of it. Some of them floated in on the wind, and if he could just hold them...

The girl wore a braid now. But was she... She smiled real smiles, and looked at him like he made her sad. “The guards told me you weren’t eating. You’re going to get sick if you don’t eat.”

The words ran together between her and him like wax dripping down the side of candles. His head didn’t raise, even though he tried.

“I’ll- I’ll try to get them to make something you like,” she wheedled, “If you just tell me what you want.”

His eyes closed.

“I’ll even try to get them to leave the medicines out.” Her face fell and her eyes got huge. “Everybody’s really worried about you.”

He breathed out a ribbon of air and let it turn in on itself and fly. For a moment, he thought he saw her holding it in her hand, but it must have been a dream.

~*~

The shivers wracked his body and sweat poured from every pore. The air pressed tight around him and then slipped away. He tried to grab it in his hands, but it wouldn’t stay put.

The food tasted empty on his tongue, and he didn’t eat it, but the water... Why did they only come twice a day?

Slowly the hours gathered themselves back together and lined up in a row.

He wondered when the shaking was going to stop.

~*~

He opened his eyes. The guards were back. He breathed in. Their clothes moved. The wind he called tugged at their armor so so sosososososo slightly.

He let the air fall.

One of the guards held the bowl up to Aang’s lips. “There’s nothing in it,” he soothed. “I guess Ty Lee really took a shine to you, huh?”

“Oh come on, if he’s not going to eat again, just let him starve.” She didn’t bother to keep her voice low.

Aang ate. One handed, the guard soothed his charge, running his fingers along Aang’s scalp and tucked his long, scraggled hair back behind his ears. “I guess it’s not like you can really do much, even without the powders.”

Aang lifted his head, his face twisted in a miserable grimace. His head fell down, and he lifted it up again, and it fell down again. He supposed it was a nod. The guard smiled sadly as he held up the water and Aang drank deep.

“Thank you,” Aang rasped as they left. The guards whirled around and blinked at him before walking down the hall.

~*~

The keys clattered to the floor. “Oh Spirits,” the guard muttered, picking them up. Aang ground his teeth. He smashed the little bits of air together under the keys once again hanging from guard’s belt and held them. His wrist bent against the shackles, and the cushion of air holding the keys moved with the guard all the way to him. He relaxed.

When he had eaten and drunk, and they had swiped away the dribbles, he flexed his fingers and carried the keys just barely higher than their hook on the belt all the way out of the room.

~*~

He practiced. Every day he practiced, every day and every evening, until he could do it every time. And then he waited. And smiled.

~*~

He held the keys, and as the guards rounded the corner out of the room, Aang eased them up with one hand, the other pushing a whisp of air down on the hook, lifting it oh so slowly so the guard wouldn’t notice they were gone. The keys shot to him.

He lowered them to the ground, panting and closed his eyes until he couldn’t wait anymore. His arm twisted in the shackle, and the keys jumped up. Fingers twitching, he pulled up key after key until one fit in the lock. His arm slumped to his side. Sweat coated his forehead. He found the next key and freed his first leg, and then the other, before, at last, his other arm.

And he fell to the floor.

His legs shook. His arms shook. Slowly, laboriously, he pushed himself to his knees and crawled.

The floor inched past. He counted the planks of wood and breathed, letting the blood flow. It felt like hours until he rounded the doorway, but it probably wasn’t. He... hoped it wasn’t.

The hallway wasn’t empty.

The realization hit him like a punch to the kidneys. He sank into the shadows and tried to breathe. The guards passed by and didn’t notice. They weren’t really looking.

He crawled further. Time seemed to stop for him.

“Hey!-” Aang ripped the air out of his lungs.

Everything sped back up. If he could crawl and run at the same time, that’s what he’d be doing. He didn’t know what to call it. “Please don’t be dead,” he begged. As soon as he was out of sight, he rammed air into the guard’s lungs and lifted himself into the air. And stumbled. And lifted himself into the air. And stumbled. And lifted himself into the air.

There were a cluster of war balloons and airships. Aang’s hands were week on the basket, but the knots came undone with a flick of his fingers.

~*~

The stone was good, black volcanic glass. A few sharp knocks against the beach rock gave him a razor sharp edge, and that was what he needed. The hair caught and clung to the stone, but he sliced, and sliced, until it all fell away.

There were lines of blood on his scalp from the uneven blade. He stayed on the beach until they healed and he could walk, and then until he could run.

~*~

He brought the air together and forced it high into the balloon and let the winds carry him north to the pole. The wall shimmered in the moonlight, blue and impenetrable and frightening. But behind the wall...

“Aang!”

“Katara! Sokka!”

~*~

In the tiny, insignificant province of Gaoling, the governor had a native born second. The Bei Fongs prospered no matter what. As his daughter grew older, lost in a subordinated country in which she couldn’t be hidden away, she stomped her way through high society. Only her scarred, waspish secretary who ducked his head as Fire Nation citizens passed, could hold her back for a while. He was a blessing to the family.

He was standing behind her the day the messenger dashed in to tell the governor the news of the Avatar’s escape. She could feel his heart beat faster. She could feel him smiling.

The hunt was on again.

No, I was just teasing about Azula's hugs as therapeutic for Zuko.

Speaking as the former childhood friend of a sociopath, they don't feel concern. They don't see familial devotion as valuable except when it's devotion they can use. They scorn you for it, even as they manipulate it. Azula's a sociopath. And given how old my former friend was when she started playing her games, she was born that way. I don't think I'm capable of writing her as anything else and have it be believable.

Zuko fights crime, Kuei lets the prisoners loose because they promised to behave. And Zuko... *whimper*

I -love- this! It was -just- what I was hoping for. Absolutely stunning! I love the feel of fever, of clostrophobia you're managed to induce here. The lingering taint of madness that hangs between each sentence. The thigns not said. I love the idea of Aang's strange sort of maddness, his loss of the will to live then, at last, his cunning and deviousness and determination in escaping. This was a fantastic story, as wonderful for all that it didn't say as that it did say. Splended stuff. I love it! Thank you so much.

Of course! Azula's hugs for Zuko are so full of sincere LOVE and CONCERN.

(I don't imagine that Azula is a very comfy hug - I mean, she's pretty angular, and would probably squeeze too tightly. Plus, armor = not good hugging outfit. Ty Lee, on the other hand, looks comfy. ;) )

Fair enough - don't write it if it's not in-character. D: Azula was crazy long before she went Crazula.

"Zuko fights crime, Kuei lets the prisoners loose because they promised to behave."
XD
Kuei: "But they PROMISED!"
Zuko: *facepalm*

She didn't look that angular out of her armor in "The Awakening" but methinks any hug from Azula without the armor would be creepywrong and drive Zuko to take a shower. Badtouch!

Ty Lee: Hi! *cling*
Zuko: Aieeee! Get it off!

Ty Lee: Hi! *cling*
Azula: Grrrrrr.

Ty Lee: Hi! *cling*
Mai: *patpat* Remember when we talked about people needing to breathe?

and of course after the war...

Ty Lee: Hi! *cling*
Aang: Ty Le! *clings back*

There's some Azula trying in her very clumsy, threatening, manipulative way to try to mother Zuko (or Sokka in Zuko's body, but she doesn't know that) in the later part of Avocado_love's In His Shoes (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4302297/1/In_His_Shoes)

Hmm, I think Zuko should dump Kuei on Bummi. Might make him learn something. And also it would be a riot, true. No, that's not my modivation, how could you say that?

Aang's not actually going mad, they have him drugged to the teeth, and he gets so out of it he stops eating. And then he goes into withdrawal because the drugs were in the food. I'm not sure what they're giving him, because the exact symptoms don't match any plant or fungus based drugs I know of... Maybe some strange Avatar world plant? He does start to go a bit mad after the withdrawal, though, going into his "get me out of here!" phase.

I'm really glad you like it. It's not my usual thing, but it was a lot of fun... In a deeply twisted way.

Man, Aang and Ty Lee would be just an overload of cute. Their glee would FEED off of each other...

Oh yes, In His Shoes! <3

Confronting ANYBODY with King Bumi is hilarious. (Heck, dumping ZUKO on him would be hilarious.) Bumi is a funny guy. Badass, kind of crazy (in the good way) before he even became senile... I've always thought that Bumi and Toph would get along famously, but you don't see them really talk to each other in canon. And the world is worse off for it. ;_;

Ooh... this was lovely! I do like the idea that Aang could eventually escape by himself (key word being: eventually). I really liked that Ty Lee kind of took mercy on Aang, and indirectly helped him. :) She's sweet - I don't think that she links seeing people hurt.

I think that you wrote a realistic progression for Aang's escape - how he practiced until he could get the keys. I think it really says something about his state of mind (and body!) that he was willing to take the air out of the lungs of the guard - but he's still Aang, so wanted to make sure he didn't kill the guy. Very in-character!

And ooh... I like the idea of Zuko being Toph's "secretary". :) But man, a Zuko with Toph on his side? Regardless of his planned endeavour, I'd say that's a recipe for AWESOME.

The rest make sure to keep them strictly separated, or else the world would end. In fluffy rainbows.

There's a set of canon comics from nick magazine http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii175/Eternal_Light55/Bumi%20Vs%20Toph%20Comic/ about Bumi and Toph challenging each other to an earthbending rumble in the Order of the White Lotus camp. Zuko and Katara basically send them to bed without dinner.

It takes him a couple years, poor kid. Toph's been through puberty (frightening thought all by itself). Ty Lee, is a wonderful crazy person, and Azula's soft touch girl... Which backfires on a regular basis, lol.

Also, Aang is so not patient in canon, and this escape takes loads of patience. I'm packing the stress on him, and he still really really really doesn't want anybody to die. *pats him* awww.

Ah, but you see, he is her secretary, and she gives him all kinds of wonderful hell, and yes, it's Awesome, and when she joins the aged up gaang, Zuko's going to run into them and just boggle.

Heehee - I love the idea of an aged up Gaang meeting Toph for the first time. :3 And if Zuko comes with her - like, a matched set - that would be even more awesome. :D (I really want to read that scene, now. ;_; But I've already prompted the hell out of you.)

Ooh! I've been trying to find copies of the Nickelodeon comics for a while!! (Well, I obviously haven't been trying very hard, because I am an inherently lazy person, but thank you for the link regardless!)

you're welcome! Who's the greatest earthbender in the world? Who?

So do I! But honestly, I have no idea where I'd go with it, which is really kind of...*headdesk*

Mostly I see Toph getting invited to join the gaang and Zuko chasing after the gaang catches up and then sees his old boss.

Aang: Zuko?
Katara: Zuko! *murderlook*
Sokka: Where's the ponytail, Jerkbender?
Toph: LEEEEEEEEE! *stomps foot*
Zuko: *from inside a rock cocoon, because that's Toph's idea of a hug* Oh no.

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Re: Continuation: Zuko breaks down in front of the Gaang

Zuko finds his mother (or more accurately, Ursa finds him)

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Re: Zuko finds his mother (or more accurately, Ursa finds him)

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