Avatar Dark-fic Meme!!!!

[avocado_love]

Hey all! 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.)

Comments

[takatohedgehog.livejournal.com]

Hmm...

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.

[yukinoomoni.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD NUMBER THREE SDLGKSDKHG.

[avocado-love.livejournal.com]

#3 it is! :D

Sokka - First Kill

[avocado-love.livejournal.com]

Ever since he had been able to understand what a warrior was, Sokka had been dreaming of the day he was finally old enough to fight along side his dad.

When the time came, Sokka was too busy trying not to die to take in most of the details. Later he would only remember ducking a fatal blast of flame. Then coming up from under and shoving his whale-bone blade as hard as he could into the man’s chest.

The man went down with a quiet gasp. Sokka had been the one screaming – in abject fear.

Afterwards, there had been a few seconds of elation as he looked around and realized that he and the rest of the men were alive. His father came up to him, pounded him on the back, asked him how he felt.

“No sweat,” Sokka said with a smile, and closing his hands. They were shaking.

“Which one’s yours?”

Sokka looked around and realized that somehow he had found himself on the other side of the ship. Had he been fighting somewhere else? He couldn’t remember.

It took a few minutes to find the man he killed. He had not gone easily – there was a trail of blood for a fair few feet as he dragged himself across the desk, before he’d finally succumbed.

Hakoda only nodded, clapped his son on the shoulder and bent down to dab his finger in the wound. Then he turned and wiped two lines across each of Sokka’s cheeks and a crescent moon on his forehead. “To keep the spirits of those you kill from haunting you,” he said, solemnly. Then he clapped him on the shoulder again.

Those he’d killed… And Sokka knew, with a sick feeling in his heart, that this would be the first of many.

There was celebration that night for the newly blooded warrior. Everyone drank to him and sang song’s of war. Sokka was allowed his first mug of ale – he could drink now that he was a man.

He crept off sometime after midnight. The dead man’s blood on his face had crusted over. He scrubbed and scrubbed at the spots with a clean rag until his tanned skin was pink and hurt.

Then the new made warrior crawled under the furs, thought of his sister and Gran-Gran safe in the South Pole, and wept.

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[takatohedgehog.livejournal.com]

FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

...I love you. So MUCH. ♥

Re: Sokka - First Kill

[avocado-love.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it! A couple of your other suggestions are teasing my muse, so this probably won't be the last.

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[takatohedgehog.livejournal.com]

:DD If you ever want dark muses, just ask me~ I'm ALWAYS full of dark ideas. Those were just what I could think of off the top of my head~♥