weirdlet | Open Meme

Okay, when Princess Zuko (yes, princess) was banished, she was also pregnant. The scandal is that no-one knows who the father is and Zuko won't reveal him. Kids born out of wedlock are a great shame in Fire Nation and now Zuko must sail teh seas with a kid along. Who the father is, is up to you and you can choose how she got pregnant. (I mean, was it consensual or what...)

Zuko with wings! And only him. Only Ozai and Ursa know it, but Iroh and Azula suspect something is off on him but don't know what.

Sorry if these weren't what you were looking for...

Perfectly fine^^ I said open meme, just gimme something to work with, and I meant it.

- Ozai/Ursa. If I let you, you might kiss me/If you kiss me, you might stay/If you stay, then I might love you/If I love you, who's to say?

- Aang/Ozai. I kind of like the misery you put me through/Darling, you can't trust me completely/If you even try to look the other way/I think that I could kill this time

- Piandao/Sokka. I want you to want me/I need you to need me/I'd love for you to love me

Little Lan Min reaches out a chubby hand towards the light that pierces the sky, bundled up against the arctic cold and pressed to a fur-lined breastplate.

She’s seen every port from Gaoling to Chameleon Bay before her second birthday. She’s never felt the languid mugginess of summer in her home nation, or tasted fireflakes at a festival. She goes about in the arms of her mother, a banished princess fallen from grace, the brand of a coward on her face and an adulterer on her scalp, naked but for the lock that marks her once-rank.

There are men who have been broken to pieces and burnt to ash for wanting to tug that lock.

She gets to do it all the time, and her fingers are gently detangled from the pretty strands, her mother’s pretty eyes like the jewels in the furnace, and she doesn’t recognize sadness yet but there are times when they’re like the moon too, far away and lonely when the stars won’t come out to play.

Right now they’re blazing, in something she’ll one day learn is hope.

“Ma-ma-“ she starts, and gets a hurried kiss and is passed to Great-Uncle, who is warm and kind and smells of good things. Mama is heading to the bow, standing with her head tilted back, her arms reaching for the spyglass.

“Helmsman!”

And the lurching of the boat she knows the word will herald doesn’t disappoint, turning them around to chase the pretty lights again.

Lan Min claps in delight, and giggles when Mama takes her back after she’s done being shouty. Familiar calloused fingers smooth back her hair and replace her cap, tugging the flaps down around her ears, and Uncle stands nearby to block the wind.

It’s going to be a very exciting day.

Oh. Oh. This is beautiful. Lan Min, oh.

My cousin has just gotten two kids and I am kinda baby-crazy. Been for awhile so that's why I request so much about characters having kids.

This? This is beautiful and makes me want to scream for more.

If I let you, you might kiss me

Ozai knows that the brazen warrior who shouts along the line with swords aloft is just as much a mask as the black velvet that slips behind enemy lines- or into a lower officer’s tent, away from prying eyes and wagging tongues and ink just dripping to be stroked onto court-martial documents.

If you kiss me, you might stay

The lamp is out, and at a deliberate footfall, he breathes just enough to light the candle nestled between his palms. She stays on the edge of the light, midnight clinging to her curves like water.

If you stay, then I might love you

Her hair falls down, and he aches to see one more layer gone, one more mask laid aside- one more facet laid bare. He wants to see her as no one has- as no one else will.

If I love you, who’s to say?

He feels her breath tease over his chest, blowing along his skin, and the candle goes out.

His sigh is swallowed up by the dark.

(cookie if you know where I outright stole this from)

Ursa holds her breath as she looks at the scale, wide and flat in the palm of her hand. Thirteen ridges bar its copper surface- the last still faint, as if lightly scored.

Thirteen years, she has held her greatest gift back from the world, mother-madness deeming that she keep him from soaring away from her, as all children must, as she has taught and been taught by countless mothers, fathers, officers, teachers.

Very soon, she may not have a choice.

She watches her son, her precious son, as he fumbles in his training and grows ever more frustrated. She rebinds his bandages each night, and bites her lip as he hunches more and more. Iroh is growing suspicious, of course- Azula, her baby girl, the unexpected second gift, merely teases him ever more viciously and never seems to think that her temper and her tongue might make her worthy of the same.

Her husband grows impatient, and, she thinks, even a little afraid under the cloud of disdain and disappointment. First they had no child to present to Azulon as a sign of their devotion and duty, even with a stunning heir in place. Then they had one, after a secret trip and a secret bargain, never to be spoken of again. Now they have a stumbling, aching boy who grows ever more angry as he grows ever more pained, and a stinging, sly girl who is sweet and too much like her forefathers to offer much comfort to an aging monarch.

When the Mother of Dragons roars circling around their castle, she runs to prevent his madness, the father’s-madness that says something marked and marred is not wanted anymore. It doesn’t work-

She takes her boy back anyway.

The palace shaking down around her ears, her companions, her friends, her own body growing as stone and ash, she reaches out, and sees her son reach back, charred, scarred, his woven vest torn and tattered as ribbons.

His poor little wings, so bent, so small and deformed, still flair free, and he cries out in the shock of it.

Ursa can only wish with her last breath that they will at least grow stronger.

I don't have even the slightest idea where you stole this. ^^

Wow. This is very powrful and I have to read this over and over again.

Thank you!

^^ I'm glad you like it. As for where it comes from- there was this beautiful illustrated book I had when I was much younger, called Gwinna- about a girl who's given to a childless couple by the Mother of Owls. Really pretty.

^^

(If you like, make a few prompts for within this little AU- I wouldn't mind writing more, I just need starting-blocks.)

You would? Really?

The first time Aang sees Lan Min.

Ozai meets his first grandchild.

Someone is questioning about Lan Min's father and Zuko reacts.

You are wonderful!

The Avatar has returned, tall and bright and grim in the dank surrounds of his lowly prison. Ozai bares his teeth. Aang lowers his brows.

One has too much remorse, and yet, feels that pang, yes, that vicious thrust of anger when the other shows none, absolutely no regret at all- save a few, precious, vulnerable things that he treasures and nurses in his darkest hours alone.

“Why can’t you be someone I can beg for forgiveness from?” the boy says through gritted teeth as he rides him, for boy he still is, even warm and lean with twenty summers behind him.

“Feel free to try- that is one thing you cannot take from me,” the older man says, pinning his hips with bruising fingers and knowing he will feel the stones in his back tomorrow.

Long fingers yank at the silver hair in his temples, and he snaps his gaze up into blazing grey with a gasp.

Mmmm. *strokes Aang and Ozai* I do like the idea that Aang wants forgiveness and Ozai sees absolutely no reason to give it. Especially the way he phrased his denial there. <3

Zhao/Ozai - It's a loss, it's a win.

Piandao/Jeong Jeong - Brush stroke

Iroh/Ming - Melt

Aang/Zuko: Awkward explanations

Katara/Aang: Mile high club

Roku/Gyatso: Ritual

S1!Zuko: I don't know if we'll make it home/All we can do for now is hope

Pre-series (at least, pre-introduction) Toph: They're gonna clean up your looks/with all the lies in the books/to make a citizen out of you

Sokka and Katara; back to basics

Ursa/Ozai; privilege

Thank you for this! 8D

*purrs and nuzzles* So pretty. Thank you, weirdlet. It's lovely to see something of their courtship.

You're welcome^^ It was a joy to write.

Aang buzzes through the corridors, checking door after door for his staff. He’s outrun the soldiers, misdirected them down a different section while he himself has gone further in. The last door he tried had a man snoring away behind it- now he can hear shouting and clanging footsteps in the distance, and slips into one that’s already open, shutting it behind himself to hide.

He comes out of his crouch and turns around to see bright red hangings and gently glowing candles, a hammock and a desk and thick rugs on the metal floor.

In the middle of it all is that Fire Nation girl. She’s seated on a large cushion; her breastplate is off and her tunic pushed aside as the toddler in her arms nurses heartily.

“Whoa,” says Aang, who’s familiar with the basic idea but hasn’t ever seen it this close up before.

Or with someone he’d swear was only a handful of years older than he is.

Her face is bright red and blank with surprise, blushing clear past her scalp- and there’s a lot of that, which is weird. Still, Aang grins sheepishly and is attempting to back out as her face begins to twist into that snarl he saw back in the village.

“Stop.”

The marching that rumbles past the door is a better incentive, but the result is the same- Aang stays still.

The girl-captain rearranges herself slightly- face forward, kid tucked up protectively, chest hidden behind the baby’s coal-black hair. Her expression is grim, and Aang is beginning to wonder just how he’s going to get out of this one.

“You’ve never known a father, have you. Being raised by monks and all.”

“Ah- no…” he replies, back against the wall and eyes flicking to the corner where his staff is leaning. She catches his movement, and glares harder.

“Then you don’t know what it’s like, do you. To want one- or to be in want of one. That’s why there are laws- strict rules about how one behaves when there could be children involved.”

“Uh- I don’t know where this is going, but could I please have my sta-“

“No. You are going to listen to me. I broke the rules- I’ve had to wander the earth trying to find a place for us, where we could be safe-“ loved, her eyes say. “-and I had almost given up hope.”

The littler girl decides she’s had enough and turns to look at him, glittering gold-coin eyes in a round, chubby face like a porcelain doll, a smile gaping. Her mother pulls her closer, never wavering her snake’s-gaze on him.

“You? You’re her ticket to legitimacy. And that’s why you’re not. Going. Anywhere,” she finally growls, and the guards burst in grabbing at his arms and legs-

Aang struggles, but their grip is firm- and later, when Appa has gored through the metal plates and there’s half an iceburg burying the bow of the ship, he thinks that he’s never going to let himself get distracted by a pretty girl again.

He breaks that vow five minutes later, but it’s the thought that counts.

Hmmm, well, I never DID request on the Dragon Hatching meme, so I'll just ask for stuff here. *grins*

And I'm in an arty mood, so let's do picture prompts! >:D

Nothing will ever be okay again.
THINGS THAT ARE TOTES FUTURE!CANON.
Gargoyles fusion. Pairing optional; epic awesome of fire-breathing gargoyles not.

Or, in the event you don't know Gargoyles (in which case I MOURN YOUR YOUTH for you DDD:), let's just have some gloriously adorable CRACK.

Azula/Ty Lee

Prompt: These are a few of my favorite things.

XD

Iroh/Aunt Wu, mutual affection - prompt: "I'm tired of telling other people's fortunes, why don't you tell me mine?"

Thanks in advance :)

Contrary to popular belief, Airbenders do, in fact, have sex-lives. Love is not discouraged- just the practice of coveting it or being distracted by it. Air-nomad affairs tend to be brief, sudden, and then gone again like a laugh drifting on the breeze.

Then again, sometimes they can get quite involved.

Roku knows that at least half of what Gyatso’s said about holy ritual and rite of passage and mastering aspects of the Avatar state that might otherwise remain unbroached is probably true, and the rest is just to make it sound like he doesn’t especially want a special evening together, it’s just necessary to his friend’s development.

Suuuuuure.

Surrounded by candles, gasping as he feels the white-hot lightning snake from deep in his belly up slowly towards the crown of his head, feels Gyatso’s hands pinning his hips to the earth and his mouth driving his heart towards the sky- Ruko thinks this must be why they don’t let it get around, because they’d never get anything else done-

Zuko/Aang "The Avatar gives people hope."

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