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beckyh2112 is having a anti whump-Zuko meme. It's gonna be good, but I thought it would be fun to explore the... darker side of our favorite fandom, in contrast.
This is not just Zuko-whump meme, per say. All Avatar characters are welcome in order to explore their darkest sides. After all, the road to hell is paved with good intentions isn't it? *Grin*
So go on and reply with up to 4 requests. I promise to do at least 1 from everyone, so do your darnest to be dark. (Although I'm drawing the line at rape and incest.)
beckyh2112 is having a anti whump-Zuko meme. It's gonna be good, but I thought it would be fun to explore the... darker side of our favorite fandom, in contrast. This is not just Zuko-whump meme, per say. All Avatar characters are welcome in order to explore their darkest sides. After all, the road to hell is paved with good intentions isn't it? *Grin*
So go on and reply with up to 4 requests. I promise to do at least 1 from everyone, so do your darnest to be dark. (Although I'm drawing the line at rape and incest.)
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Aang, giving in to his past selves.
Mai a la The Beach: "Don't touch me." Not that line, necessarily, but that feeling. The "fuck off, you don't know me."
post-cannon Zuko and Azula.
Katara Bloodbending Zuko Part 1
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Katara knew that Zuko had guessed why she had come the moment she stepped into the room. A smile, hesitant and false, played across his face and stretched the fine lines around his good eye. A decade of rule over his people had made its mark on his handsome face.
Their eyes met, and for just a moment Katara wondered if Zuko meant for this to play out here and now. In front of his advisors and palace court. But he only gave a small nod and rose from his seat, dismissing the meeting without word or gesture.
Katara’s hands clenched under her robes. If this was to be a private meeting… So be it.
Had this been ten years ago, when they were both young; she the companion of the Avatar and he the new Fire Lord, she would have already been screaming at him. Now she was ambassador to the Water Tribes, mother of two rambunctious airbending children. Katara had learned patience the hard way. She kept silent, and so did he.
Zuko’s private chambers had hardly changed since Mai’s death, Katara noted. With the exception of a wooden-red cradle. Zuko crossed the room to it at once, dismissing a flurry of nurse-maids with a single glare. He bent to check on his son – putting the baby between himself and Katara, she thought, cynically. Mai would have been so proud.
“I know why you’re here,” Zuko said, as he pulled a tiny red blanket up and tucking it under little Lu Ten’s chin.
“Do you?” Katara had meant for her voice to be strong and cold as sea-ice. She hated the bit of wistfulness that crept in anyway. Longing for the time when things had been good between them… when she had considered Zuko to be a friend.
The Fire Lord didn’t answer for a moment. He fiddled with his son’s blanket, smoothing out invisible creases. Katara wished she could have just imagined the small look of tenderness on his face. She wanted to hate him, wanted to think he was a complete monster… she didn’t want to see the boy she had known in there at all. Not anymore.
Finally satisfied, Zuko straightened up and looked at her. “I didn’t have any choice, Katara. They’re my people. Not yours. Not Aang’s. Mine.”
“And it’s your job to protect them! And… and you…” Something in her throat closed up and she shook her head. She had thought she had been beyond this by now. Beyond the rage. The disgust. “There were still people—whole families still untouched. Zuko, how could you?”
Katara Bloodbending Zuko Part 2
“You could have quarantined them!” she was shouting now, tears making tracks down her face. She could still smell the scent of char when she and Appa over-flew the island just that morning… Zuko must have used the old airships. The remaining healthy villagers of the island had apparently fought back, and fiercely. The skeleton of an airship still lay in the harbor. But it had all been in vein. The island was reduced to of things that had once been homes, maybe even people… All burned. All dead. “Waterhealers were coming. If you just gave us time—“
Zuko slashed a smoking hand downward, cutting her off. “If even one infected person got off that island, it could have spread to the rest of my country or to the Earth Kingdom. It’s a risk I couldn’t take.”
“Your uncle would be ashamed of you.”
For the first time, a look of genuine pain flickered across his face. He looked down, hands tight on the top rail of the crib. “I know,” he said, softly. “But I am Fire Lord, and sometimes that means doing the wrong thing for the right reason. I suppose I’ll pay for it in the afterlife, but you can tell Aang it’s my burden.”
“Yes,” she said. The coldness she had been reaching for had returned to her voice, hardening it. “It’s your burden. You should be punished for every man, woman and child you had killed.”
Zuko didn’t answer for a long moment. “Aang will forgive me,” he said. “He always does.”
“Not this time,” Katara promised.
He let out a long sigh and nodded, almost as if he had been expecting that answer. “I’ll understand if this means our friendship.”
“You just don’t get it, do you?” she said.
“Katara,” he said, still in that weary voice she didn’t believe for a second. “You have no idea how fast the plague was spreading. Those people were going to die anyway. What I gave them was a mercy.”
“I saw the airships.”
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“You told Aang and I that they were decommissioned and taken apart,” Katara continued, when he said nothing. “How many more fleets do you have?”
“None! Look, you don’t understand.” Zuko finally rounded the crib, walking towards her with an odd half smile on his face. It looked… wrong, somehow. Then again, he was always a bad liar. “Those were… There were threats against my nation. I have the right to defend myself.”
“Was there really a plague?” Katara asked, quietly. “Or was that a test run?”
Zuko’s stride halted, just for a moment. And the look on his face was all the answer Katara needed. Maybe Zuko saw it too for all the torches in the room brightened…
… And Katara lifted her hands, shaped into claws.
The sparks on Zuko’s palms died before they even had chance to kindle fire. One gesture and his arms locked straight down firm against his sides.
He fought. He fought like nothing she had ever felt before. Katara had chosen her time right – a blue moon held full in the sky. But she had to force him down inch by inch, shutting blood away from his lungs when he opened his mouth to scream, diverting more into the soft tissue of his eyes – forcing him, by pure pain to submit.
“Y-you can’t,” he gasped, even as his knees buckled and capillaries burst across his good cheek. “I’m… Fire Lord…”
“I’m sorry, Zuko,” she whispered, and was surprised that despite it all… she actually meant it. “But the world can’t have another war. The madness in your family stops here.”
And she held him there, breathless, until he was too weak to struggle anymore.
Katara didn’t kill him, although a part of her wanted too. The Fire Nation would fall into chaos without a ruler, and right now Zuko was all they had. Relaxing out of her stance, she moped a sleeve across her face – it came back equal parts sweat and tears.
Then she crossed the room to the crib and reached down for the baby.
Katara Bloodbending Zuko Part 4
“Nnnnooo….” Zuko’s voice was warped oddly, half rasp, half moan. He had his head turned towards her, the whites of his eyes filled with blood. He made a jerking motion with his hand, but could not get up. It was a minor miracle he was even conscious at all. “M-my son…”
Katara narrowed her eyes. She walked over to the prone man and when he reached for her boot, she kicked it away. “If you want your son ever to know you, you will keep your promise and dismantle your war machines.” She saw Zuko’s eyes widen and she hitched the twisting infant closer. Aang was a firebender. He would teach little Lu Ten to step on the right path. Turning, she said. “Your son will be raised to value life. All life.”
And then she walked away.
“No….” Zuko rasped. His voice was no more than a harsh whisper. He struggled, flopped like a fish, but his arms and legs were too bloodless and numb. He couldn’t rise. “Guards! Guards! Please… Katara…!”
Katara shut the door on his cries. A single tear slipped down her cheek.
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Azula victorious
If Zuko had not spoken out at the Agni Kai
If Ursa hadn't managed to kill Azukon
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Seconding that! I bet he's done some really dark stuff.
Also, same thing of Momo! ;)
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Evil!Iroh teaching Zuko the wrong firebending moves on purpose.
Evil!Iroh mocking deposed Ozai.
Oh wait I found moar desire. <<
Ursa comes home after the comet and is NOT PLEASED to find her boy has sold out the Fire Nation and his father to the Avatar.
AND I WOULD LIKE TO SECOND THAT BLOODBENDING PROMPT OF SHARKFLIP'S, ALSO. <<
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Revenge Is Best Served With Tea
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“It’s all right,” Iroh says, turning to the guard who was his escort. “I will be perfectly safe alone.”
The guard snorts. “It’s not like he can do anything. Not anymore.” But at Iroh’s disapproving silence, the guard quickly salutes and exits the room. The thick steel doors close with a click.
And Iroh is left alone with his little brother.
The former Fire Lord sits on his straw mat in the corner, stringy hair hanging in a curtain over his face. It’s been six months since the Avatar took his bending away, and by all reports Ozai… has not adapted well.
“I hear that you’re a tea-server in Ba Sing Se,” Ozai says, after the silence stretches on and on. He shakes his head. “Pathetic.”
“I own the teashop.” Iroh says, quite calmly, as if the distinction between the two is clear.
Ozai snorts. Then, “Why are you here?”
Iroh takes two steps. It brings him to the bars and he inclines his head to peer down at his brother. “I understand you have not adjusted to your new life.”
The corner of Ozai’s lip ticks up in a snarl. “There is nothing to adapt too. This is not my life. I am the Phoenix King! And mark my words… soon the pressure of leading a nation will be too much for Zuko to take. He’s weak. Soon he’ll be coming back, begging for my advice—“
“No,” Iroh says, quietly. “He will not. I have made sure of it.”
His soft, assured words cut Ozai’s rant short. He stares for a moment at the older man, then bursts out laughing. It is a tired, dry cackle. “You? You are nothing. The boy has always known where the true power in the family lay. I made sure of that.”
“As have I, for the past three years.”
Ozai stops, suddenly. Eyes widening, he stares up at Iroh.
And for the first time, Iroh smiles. It is not a smile anyone younger than twenty would have recognized on his normally pleasant face. In that moment, in that brief span of time, the Dragon of The West was in the room.
“You spent the last thirteen years tearing that boy down, Ozai. I spent the last three building him back up, in my image. I am the one at his ear. Now he is the Fire Lord this great nation deserves… the Fire Lord Lu Ten should have been.” He leaned forward, gripping the bars. They burned a cherry red under his fingers. “You took my son away from me, brother,” he says and again, that smile grows. “So, I took yours from you.”
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Zuko is caught out and brainwashed in Ba Sing Se before Azula shows up.
The sailor on Azula's ship doesn't let slip the warning, and Zukp and Iroh go home with her to the Fire Nation.
The Gaang loses in the finale. Ozai comes home to Zuko and Katara just having beaten crazula.
And sometimes I need to whump Zuko's family.
Lu Ten didn't die in the siege of Ba Sing Se, he just wishes he had.
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Lol, I've explored that.
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Li, The Tea Server of Ba Sing Se
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The monks planned on turning Aang into a weapon.
Jet wants to make sure there will always be other kids just like him.
It takes practice to be so precise as to burn the skin but leave the eye intact.
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Katara falls deeper and deeper into her power as a waterbender [bonus points for bloodbending]
Toph has ulterior motives for joining up with Aang that aren't rooted in boredom at her house.
What if Katara and Sokka had been treated like royalty for their father being Chief? [Mostly a focus on Sokka]
Zuko has the powers that Azula does- he is the better firebender.
Zuko's mother never leaves.
The more Katara talks to Jet, the more she's on board with his plans ... even if the rest of the gang aren't.
Toph knows exactly what she wants, and she'll do anything to get it. No matter who gets hurt in the process.
THERE, ARE THOSE AWESOMESAUCE ENOUGH FOR YOU?
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I APPROVE OF THIS
Prince Sokka's Day In The Market -- Part 1
Prince Sokka's Day In The Market -- Part 2
Prince Sokka's Day In The Market -- Part 3
Prince Sokka's Day In The Market -- Part 4
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Azula finding joy in prolonging the death of an underling.
Hakoda seeking eager revenge for the death of Kya, relishing in it way too much.
Zuko experiencing a moment of furious rage akin to Ozai.
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Aang - instead of fleeing the temple a hundred years ago, he stayed behind...and watched his people get slaughtered (bonus points for Appa being killed too?)
Sokka - sometimes desperation can make people do something drastic (Boiling Rock maybe? IDK)
Zuko - his firebending has become blue
Sokka (again?) - if he and Katara hadn't found Aang, he would have had to join their father on the war front eventually. His first kill; the other warriors are proud of him but Sokka feels sick to his stomach.
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Point of clarification...
Remind me to feedback you on the bits of the SG1 crossover that I hadn't noticed you'd continued until two weeks later...
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*grin* I do that one on and off. I'm still working on it!
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If Zuko hadn't been quite as quick to run away after redirecting his father's lightning.
Ozai and Zuko, what would he have done if Ursa didn't stop him?
Hakoda's Secret Weapon...
He was home.
“I call it,” Hakoda paused for effect. “The stink and sink!”
Sokka couldn’t help it. He laughes, and the last tension and worry of the day seemed to be released along with it. “Ha! Good one, dad!”
Hakoda grins and claps him on the shoulder. “There’s one other thing I want to show you. Something I think you’ll like.” Then he winks conspiratorially.
Sokka follows his father back through the encampment, stopping every twenty yards or so to exchange greetings with people he knew, people he hadn’t seen in years. His face aches from grinning. Eventually, though, Hakoda leads him to the other side of the beach; a place where the cold waves of the bay crashes up against the rocks of a cliff. Only a small strip of sand separates water from rock, and beyond that, a shallow cave.
Bato stands watch at the edge of the cave. He smiles at their approach and came to welcome Sokka in a hug. “You’ve grown since the last time I saw you!” It wasn’t the first time it has been said today, but it meant a little more, having only seen Bato a few months back at the Abby. Sokka feels his chest swell in pride – he unconsciously straightens, trying to put on even more height.
Hakoda grins at the display, but draws his son’s attention back to the mouth of the cave. “We captured this right after a strong storm nearly ripped our mast off,” he says, leading him in.
It’s… a boy.
At least that’s what Sokka assumes, at first. There’s a half starved boy with his hands strung up over his head, standing slumped in the cave. The chains around his wrists keep him from sitting and – oh spirits, Sokka can count his ribs. Every single one.
The boy stirs, lifts his head, and glares at them. Glares with light golden eyes. And despite the fact that he’s bound, stupid ponytail long cut away, his thin chest covered with marks Sokka doesn’t even want to think about… those eyes are nearly molten with hate.
And it’s the eyes that let Sokka recognize him.
“That… That’s Prince Zuko,” he says, feeling like the floor just opened up under him. The terrible firebender who chased them halfway around the world, before dissappering sometime after that horrible storm. That storm…
“Yes,” Hakoda answers, and there’s a measure of satisfaction in his voice. The same one he has when he’s done a job well done. “We know.”
Zuko just stares at him and Sokka feels cold.
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In Zuko Alone, villagers would have kept him as a prisoner.
Sokka didn't catch Zuko when he jumped to gondola. Zuko-centric please.
In Blue spirit, Aang would have let him.
The scar is bigger, far more damaging and ugly. I mean in Harvey Dent way.
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And the second prompt, if you can't make it from Zuko POV it doesn't matter.
Just clearing things up.
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And I so second attackfish's prompt of Zuko being brainwashed by the Dai Li... Dai lee? Oh dang, it's been way too long since I fantarded over ATLA if I forgot how to spell that.
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2) Evil Ty Lee (lol)
3) Zuko and/or Iroh don't get away after the siege of the Northern Water Tribe and are taken captive.
4) Something with Kyoshi being all dark and badass.
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But there was a special horror in the dia li ability to remake and redefine who you are. Other places you redefine you as "dead", bu that was it. Even bloodbending let you keep your mind.
So, request #1 Long Feng wins (interpret that how you will)
Request #2: How I Became Yours: Subversive darkfic
Toph rarely get "evil" fics. I think it's mostly because she never comes across at that opinionated a in the first place. But an amoral mercenary only in it for the bloodlust, I say she has as much potential as anyone else.
Request #3 Evil Toph
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Fire Nation Empire:America in the 20th century::Earth Kingdom natives:Native Americans. Sure, it's an embarrassing blot on our history, but it was a few hundred years ago and now we're the leader of the free world. I know this breaks with the premise of the meme because there are no familiar characters, but it's dark and this is always on my mind.
Inspired by something else I read once: The Mechanist and muskets.
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Okay, it's not exactly dark, but otherwise.....
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