Avatar Dark-fic Meme!!!!

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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.)

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Prince Sokka's Day In The Market -- Part 3

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Sokka made a show of walking around the firebender, looking him up and down as if he was an arctic-yak. All the while, Nunka covered a smile with his hand over his mouth – he had seen what Sokka had seen. They built this one large in the Fire Nation, no doubt about it. He must have scaled almost seven feet high with arms each as big as one of Sokka’s thighs. Finally, Sokka turned to the slaver.

“You would say that this is a high-quality firebender?”

The man beamed. “Yes, Prince Sokka!”

Sokka allowed himself a smile back. “Soooo,” he said, dragging out the word and glancing back over his shoulder at Nunka. “You would be willing to stake your slavers-license on it?”

The man’s smile faded ever so slightly, and Sokka clearly saw him hesitate. “Yes, prince Sokka.”

“Great!” Sokka nearly beamed at the man now. Then with a flourish (and against all protocol) he turned and grabbed the firebender’s wrist, hard, pressing in on the tendons. The hand opened involuntarily showing thick fingers – each ending in a point of black. “Then what’s this?”

Immediately Nunka jumped between the two, grabbing the dealer by his patched and thin parka and hauling him up. “You dare try to sell inferior stock to your prince? Your future Chief?!”

“N-no!” the man gasped, wild eyed. “My Lord, please! It’s… It’s been unusually cold at night. The slave, must have—“

“No firebender of any good quality would allow himself to be frost-bitten in one night.” Sokka said, from the safety of a few feet away. He’d allow Nunka to rough up the dealer – that was his job. It wasn’t a prince’s place to get dirty. “You’ve either been cutting corners, or selling inferior quality slaves. Which is it?”

The man’s mouth opened and closed several times without sound. Nunka growled and lifted him still higher, so that his toes barely scraped the ice. “You’re a cheat. The Prince should take your business under care of his House, and have you publicly flogged.”

“N-no. Please!”

“Nunka,” Sokka said, in a chiding, tired voice. “Maybe it was just a mistake. He does deserve one more chance.”

The other teen hesitated for the slow count of three, then gave a surly nod and relaxed his grip to set the dealer down. “The Prince is as wise as he is gracious,” he muttered.

Immediately the dealer rushed forward, but Sokka put up his hand before the man could launch himself at his feet and grovel for his livelihood. “I said you have one last chance. Go now and bring me your best firebender.” And when the man turned to order his men back to the pen, he gave a wink to Nunka.