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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 [livejournal.com profile] 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.  [livejournal.com profile] weirdlet  and [livejournal.com profile] floranna  get seven requests and a guarantee of two fics, because I spawned a wild AU in [livejournal.com profile] weirdlet ’s head, that she has been writing delightfully twisted installments for, and because I delayed writing [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] floranna[livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] clockwerkchaos :
At the North Pole something goes wrong with La, and the Fire Nation sinks beneath the sea

for [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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


From: [identity profile] floranna.livejournal.com
Well, I myself are kinda torn should I wish you be writing on this or the help_haiti fic. ^^

I hope someone would be really asshole and anti-people with disabiilities so Zuko could explode and give them an ass-kicking.

And that spoiler makes me all smiley. ^^
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
LOL,this monster's already more than 2000 words written, and as soon as I finish, I'm writing the help_haiti fic before I start any more of these miserably addictive things. There will sadly not be that kind of smackdown in this fic, (though I promise a smackdown!) but Jet's going to learn just how tough a blind kid can be in a fight, and for that matter, just how tough an Iroh can be for the sake of his Zuko in the help_haiti fic. Yeah, part of the reason there's no Jet here is because the help_haiti fic is dedicated to Jet and Zuko gen.
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
By the way, if you want to shoot me some prompts with babies in them I'll see what I can do. They'll wait until after I'm done with the help_haiti fic (can't keep putting it off) but I'll get to them as soon as I'm done.
From: [identity profile] floranna.livejournal.com
*shrieks* Thankyouthankyou!!

This is bloody cool that ah...And now thinking the prompts. Humm.

Long Feng/Zuko. Zuko is still Zuko, so no mindbending. Threaths about it, fine, but he shouldn't be Li.And mpreg, of course.

Lt. Jee/Zuko. Mpreg again. ^^ The baffledness anbd Iroh reacting.

And you can change Zuko into a girl if you feel like it.

So, how many should I give? ^^'
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
As many as you want, but I only promise one (yeah yeah, sure, there'll be more)


~*~

Zuko lost track of the twists and turns they took through the palace and gave up entirely when the agents carrying him sank a shaft into the ground.

As they bent, he sagged in their arms, and one of the agents snorted. “Worr-” His leg shot up in an arch, trailing fire behind it, and he hung in their arms, letting them support him. The flames caught on the talkative Dai Li agent’s sleeve. “Aaargh!” He leapt back, his helmet flying off his head, but before Zuko could break away completely, the other agent had grabbed both arms. Zuko kicked his knee out with a fire blast.

And fell to the ground with a groan. The smell of smoke and burning fabric filled the air, and Zuko twisted against the rock bonds, huffing around his gag in frustration, but no matter how hard he squirmed, he couldn’t move forward at all.

Behind him, one of the agents seized his foot and bent it back against his thigh. Zuko kicked, but the agent was stronger, and held the foot in place as he bent stone around it, pinning it securely. He roared, thrashing ineffectively against the ground, and he could see the other agent coming closer, and he could see where the fire from Zuko’s kick had burned away the man’s robes, but it hadn’t touched the damn skin at all. As the agents slipped their arms through his again and held him up, they shook him hard. “Spirits, kid,” the first agent said, sporting shallow, shiny burns on his bare foot and wrist. “Where’d you think you were going to go, anyway?”

“Just hurry up,” the other one grimaced. Zuko heaved. All of his weight rested on his shoulders and twisted arms. “So we can get rid of him.

The tunnel slammed closed above them, and Zuko convulsed, almost ripping his arms out of their sockets trying to get away.

“You want us to knock you out?” one of them asked, resting his rock gloved hand on Zuko’s head. “Will that be easier, you think?” Zuko stopped struggling. “Good boy.”

The tunnel wound lower and lower through the rock, and when they emerged into the underground chamber, Zuko almost started crying with relief at being able to see again. When one of the agents let go and walked in front of him, he threw himself sideways to escape, but the other one grabbed his other arm. “Just give up, kid, there’s nowhere to go anyway.”

The man carried him forward in his arms like a baby to a new hole bent into the ground.

“You’ve got company.” The tunnel sealed behind him and the rocks flew off his body and back to the Dai Li as he tumbled down the tunnel, bouncing off stones as he went.

But true to the Dai li’s words, he wasn’t alone.
From: [identity profile] floranna.livejournal.com
He is really pushing Dai Li's patience right now. And I just love it when they caal him a kid. And next will be Katara. ^^

A prompt again: In Weirdlet's Au, and AU of it. Zura married Zhao and now she is pregnant. Again.
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
Oh God, is he ever! Tenacious little bastard, isn't he? *pet's him* And he needs to be called kid more often.

I'm dithering about doing the scene with Katara, actually, because it wouldn't be that much different from canon, but then I completely set myself up to write it... oops.

Scroll down to my replies to weirdlet's prompts. I did everything but the pregnant part. If you want a continuation of that with Zhao/Zura spawn, I'm happy to oblige.
From: [identity profile] weirdlet.livejournal.com
(*shakes fist* darnitIhavethatideainmyhead!)

I always do it as 'Zura was married to Zhao in the middle of her first pregnancy, though, which means most of the actual series involving her didn't happen and I never can figure out what I want happening in the background as a result, whilst Zura's eight months gone and calling out her husband publicly for trying to get her daughter shipped off to boarding school.

"Try it, buddy, and I will make things hard for you."
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
Lol, I'm horrible. I have him capturing her at the Fire Temple. Currently, she's just barely pregnant when the messenger comes to tell her that Zhao died. She has a hard time holding in her unwidowlike cheering.
From: [identity profile] weirdlet.livejournal.com
"The cartwheeling in the streets is attributed to female hysteria."
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
Solution: make the Zuko and Katara interaction different. Duh. I just realized that a lot of what I've written from here on out looks like the set up for Zutara, which isn't what I meant to do. It's just supposed to be touching gen. Oops again.

~*~

“Zuko!” The landing knocked the wind out of Zuko’s lungs, his missing leg curled up under him, and by the time he scrambled to his knees, the Water Tribe girl’s expression had shifted from shock to scorn. “Why did they throw you in here? Oh wait. Let me guess. It’s a trap. So when Aang shows up to rescue me, you can finally have him in your little Fire Nation clutches.” Her hands twisted into mocking claws, and Zuko refused to look at her. “You’re a terrible person, you know that? Always following us, hunting the Avatar, trying to capture the world’s last hope for peace! But what do you care? You’re the Fire Lord’s son. Spreading war and violence and hatred is in your blood.”

Zuko twisted around to face her, good leg drawing protectively around the stump of the other. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The Water Tribe girl drew herself up, lips tight with fury. “I don’t? How dare you! You have no idea what this war has put me through. Me personally!”

“Oh yeah?” That was it! He uncurled hands clenched, and slipped collapsing back down when he tried to shoot to his foot. “You think you’re the only one? You think nothing bad has ever happened to me?”

She gasped and stared at his stump. A snarl spread over his face as he fought to keep himself from cringing back. But she shook herself, rubbing her pendant with her thumb. “You lost your leg; I lost my mother!”

His glower softened, but he curled back in on himself. “So did I.”

She rose from where she had let herself fall, across the cave from him. There were tears threatening to fall from her eyes when he turned back to her. “What, do they send Fire Ladies to war too? I bet she died finding out some helpless little Earth Kingdom village wasn’t so helpless.” her satisfied smirk looked pasted on.

His teeth clenched. “No.”

She stopped, but she rallied, shifting unconsciously into a bending stance. Distantly, he felt flattered. “I can’t believe you were lying in wait for us in Ba Sing Se!” she spat. “Don’t you ever stop?”

“We were hiding, alright?” he roared. “It had nothing to do with you!”

“Oh.” She looked down, shamefaced.

“Just shut up and leave me alone.” His own shame gathered in his stomach. He had given up.

“I didn’t know,” she tried, but he just folded his arms and turned his back to her. “I’m sorry I insulted your mother.” He shot her a dark look.

The silence stretched between them until Zuko worried that when it broke, it would snap back and hit them both. “What’s your name, anyway?”

“Katara,” she answered crouching down next to him. “I’m sorry I yelled at you before.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It’s just that for so long now, whenever I would imagine the face of the enemy, it was your face.” She moved around him until she was facing him.

“My face.” Zuko put a hand to his scar. “I see.”

She grimaced, frustrated. “No, no, that’s not what I meant.”

“It’s okay. I used to think this scar marked me, the mark of the banished prince and I’d never be allowed to forget it, but now,” he glanced at his leg. “I barely notice it.”

Katara followed his gaze. “I wish I could fix it, but I can’t heal something that isn’t there anymore.”

“You have healing abilities?” He looked at her, feeling a little sick.

“I told you I could help,” she smiled wanly. “What happened? I mean I saw her burn you, but...”

“It got infected,” Zuko spoke to the floor. “Uncle had to cut it off.”

“I’m sorr-”

The walls rumbled, and she fell onto him, knocking them both to the floor. Rocks and crystals flew away from the wall, and Zuko and Katara stared, frozen. When the dust settled, the Avatar stood amidst the rubble, Uncle close behind.

“Aang!” Katara levered herself to her feet and ran to the Avatar, pulling him into a tight embrace right before Uncle hauled Zuko to his foot and into a hug.
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
Around Katara’s shoulder, the Avatar glared at him, and Zuko’s own good eye narrowed in response, but Katara didn’t notice, hugging the Avatar closer. “Aang, I knew you would come.”

“Uncle, I don’t understand.” Zuko jabbed his finger at the boy, voice hard. “What are you doing with the Avatar?”

“Saving you, that’s what,” the Avatar (Aang, a part of him reminded himself) shot back. Zuko lunged for him, forgetting again for a moment, and only Uncle’s arm kept him from falling.

“Zuko, it’s time we talked.” Uncle steadied him and turned to the others. “Go help your other friends. We’ll catch up with you.”

Before he darted back up the tunnel he had just made into the cave, the Avatar (Aang, Zuko reminded himself again) bowed to Uncle. Pausing, Katara turned at the tunnel entrance and glanced one last time at the two of them, then she too left them alone.

When he spoke again, Zuko’s voice was very soft. “Why Uncle?” he asked, forlorn.

“You are not the man you used to be, Zuko.” Uncle held him close, but Zuko broke away to lean against the wall. “You are stronger and wiser and freer than you have ever been, and now you have come to the crossroads of your destiny. It’s time for you to choose. It’s time for you to choose good!”

Closing his eyes, Zuko bowed his head. That was the first time his uncle had ever put it that-

Suddenly, the ground lurched and pitched him to his knees. A line of the glowing, green crystals erupted out of the stone, reaching for Uncle. They surged up around him, locking him in place. Scrambling back up, Zuko rested his weight on the crystals, arms in front of him, ready to bend fire.

Azula slid gracefully down the original tunnel, two Dai Li agents close on her heels, but Zuko barely even noticed the agents. His sister was the important one. She strode forward to face him, smirking.

When Zuko noticed out of the corner of his eye that one of the agents’ robes were burned all around the knees, his fire blast had hit, he had to restrain a smirk of his own.

“Going to fight me Zuzu?” Azula clicked her tongue.

“Release him immediately!” Zuko roared, keeping his hands out in front of him.

“Why?” Zuko snarled, and Azula’s eyes narrowed in pleasure at his response. “What could you possibly do that would convince me to let him go?”

With a shout, he heaved a ball of fire at her head, but she just flicked it aside. “Why did you come down here?”

She opened her eyes wide and softened her face the way she used to when they were kids and she wanted everyone to think she was sweet. “What, you don’t believe I just wanted to see you one last time before they locked you away for good?” Zuko let out a wordless howl of rage. “Where’s the girl, Zuko?”

“You’re too late, Azula,” their uncle cut in. “The Avatar came and got her already.”

Azula snarled, eyes narrowing at the hole in the cave wall. “You don’t look like you’ve been fighting.” Her eyes roamed the cave, taking in the intact crystals and the walls, undisturbed except for the new exit. “You haven’t become a traitor, have you, Zuzu?”

Zuko growled deep in his throat.

“I’ll deal with you two later,” she spat menacingly, signaling the Dai Li to leave and sprinting to the tunnel the Avatar had created. For once, Zuko could see her fighting to stay calm.

“Should we secure the prince too, your highness?” the agent who had helped carry him down there asked tentatively at the bottom of the shaft.

“No,” Azula glanced back at her brother. What’s the point? There’s nothing he can do.”
From: [identity profile] floranna.livejournal.com
Azula is an idiot. And so am I for I forgot to comment. *shameface*

Only one part after this? How can I survive! Xb
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
Lol, you will survive by waiting for the help_haiti fic? And the other comment fics I'll write when I'm done?

Is it too OOC to have Azula miscalculate that way? I mean in canon, she loves to twist the knife deeper, and the amputation severely hampers Zuko's ability to physically fight, which was the only skill she seemed to have any respect for in her brother, but it's Azula, miscalculating is so rare for her.
From: [identity profile] floranna.livejournal.com
Personally, I think that Fire Nation itself focuses very much in power and strength. In my head!canon, injured soldiers (I mean somehow permanently and seriously) are put behind the lines and somewhere...harmless, because they are 'weak'. Sick children are considered bad luck, etc. And in this universe, where Zuko lost his leg and he cannot (atleast yet) fight well enough, she considers him weak and useless, and throws him away.

Also, in my head!canon seriously crippled (btw, is that a 'good' word? Or is it insulting?) soldiers usually kill themselves very quickly afterwards.

Hopefully I made some sense...
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
Even scary tactical geniuses are sometimes hampered by cultural prejudices. That was actually what I imagined going through Azula's mind. I always wondered if Zuko might have been a sickly infant. It makes sense given what Ozai says about him.

It's very insulting, yes, but it has a place. It's how your head!canon Fire Nation views people with disabilities, for example, stripped of useful function.
From: [identity profile] weirdlet.livejournal.com
I can see them having a bit of a spartan!philosophy on that- 'you can't keep up? We're not gonna kill ya, but stay out of the way, or on your head it be.' This has probably been played up in the last hundred years, but was always there in some form or another.
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
Nationalist militaristic societies tend to have a lot of scorn for people with disabilities, so that makes sense. I feel better now.
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
As soon as he heard the Dai Li close the shaft behind them, Zuko turned to his uncle, his eyes darting to the tunnel. “Go!” Iroh insisted, gesturing feebly. “Don’t worry; I’ll be right behind you.”

Zuko turned away, still uncertain, but he rested his hand against the tunnel wall for balance and hopped forward on his remaining foot. In the quiet, he swore he could hear the sound of it hitting the ground again echoing all around him. Wincing, he lowered himself to his knees and crawled forward into the darkness. When he got out of this, he swore, he was getting a peg leg, the kind fitted just for him, that laced up and wouldn’t come off when rock hands tried to knock it away.

The fire in Azula’s hand sent shadows scurrying over the walls and back to her brother. It bounced and swayed as she raced further and further ahead and Zuko crawled. He kept his breathing low and quiet, because he could hear hers.

With a roar, the blue-white firelight faded into the greenish glow from the crystals. Azula sprang from the tunnel in a shower of dust and sparks, and Zuko ducked back against the tunnel walls. When the dust settled, he crept forward on his hands and knees. With her gone, he could hear that no one else was in the tunnel with him. Uncle wasn’t following.

Zuko swallowed hard. The distant sounds of battle reverberated in the stone around him, and he followed the tunnel ever further, towards it, until at last, the tunnel opened into a great open cavern. Zuko’s breath caught in his throat. The Dai Li and Azula blasted rocks and fire at Katara and the Avatar, who flew at them through the motionless, underground air, and the only way out for him and his uncle was through that.

He clung to the gloom along the edge of the great chamber, water dripping from the walls drenching his hands and robes. No one noticed him. Why should they?

“There’s too many.” The chamber walls threw the Avatar’s words to Zuko, and he groaned silently. If Azula... Uncle... He crawled faster.

Then the Avatar whispered something, Zuko couldn’t hear what, and bent a crystal tent around himself. Zuko wanted to break in and throttle him, until the crystals lit up like a bonfire. The Dai Li and Katara stopped fighting to watch, and Zuko tried to breathe. It wasn’t working right, and when Azula backed up to within touching distance, it got worse.

Her hands traced a familiar pattern through the air. Sparks followed the pathway her finger made. Zuko stopped breathing entirely.

He didn’t hear the Avatar’s crystal tent explode. He didn’t see him hovering in the air above the shards. All he saw were his sister’s hands and a cell in the capitol, and his life ending there, with his uncle’s. It felt like it had ended already.

“What,” the word came out a hiss. Before he even realized he was airborne, he had landed on her back and tackled her to the ground.

But her fingers were still sparking. His fingers met hers. His hand clasped her wrist. The lightning ripped through him, down his arm, through his stomach, and out hist other arm, and he let go... The lightning soared over his head and up to the cavern roof, sending down dust and crystal shards.

“Rrrragh,” Azula yelled with rage, flipping him onto his back and slamming him into the stone. Her hand raised, blue fire gathering in her palms. He couldn’t see anything else, and he waited for it to reach him.

A fireball sizzled through the air between them, knocking Azula away. Zuko scrambled up just as Uncle bounded down from a ledge to stand over him. Stalactites and boulders fell from the cavern roof all around them as the Avatar (Aang, he insisted to himself) waved his arms. Power rolled off him. A wall sprang up between Azula and the Dai Li and the rest of them as the roof came crashing down.

“Get up,” Uncle begged. Zuko grabbed his hand and pulled himself to his foot. The Water Tribe girl, (Katara, he reminded himself), threw his other arm around her shoulder and helped him run.



Well, that was fun.

In retrospect, this isn't nearly as dark as I thought it was going to be at the beginning, maybe even less dark than canon. The Earth Kingdom doesn't even fall. Hmm, not much in the spirit of the meme. Oh well.
From: [identity profile] weirdlet.livejournal.com
I am totally having visions of Teo jury-rigging something for Zuko to work with (prosthetic, super-effective cane, something) and saying his dad can do better once they meet up with him.
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
Images of Zuko with a steampunk clockwork prosthetic leg come to mind. You made my evening. I want a Teo.
From: [identity profile] floranna.livejournal.com
Okay, because there are times when I don't get 'the currents' of the word for being a Finn. Like, when heard that retard is really really insulting I was 'huh? ...ohshit' I use (in finnish of course) some words as a bit affectionate when I talk to some person, like I call my sister moron (hölmö) but don't really mean it, just as a form of affection and then I heard what retard is...well. So I just wanted to know, in general.

I am sad that this ended now but I am also going a bit silly about getting my help_haiti fic. ^^ This was a lovely ending, thank you!
From: [identity profile] attackfish.livejournal.com
Don't worry, that's what I assumed it was. I'm glad you asked though.

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. This little commentfic is over 4000 words long. Damn, it took over my brain.

But I finally started the help_haiti fic, and some of the stuff I decided about the Fire Nation while writing this, are starting to show up in that.
From: [identity profile] floranna.livejournal.com
Yes, and please, if you notice me using some words a bit like that, I would really love to know it.

Yippee! ^^

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