Weirdlet

The AU:  Sun Child, in which Princess Zura was pregnant when she was banished.  Now she roams the world with a child in tow, seeking the Avatar as the key to redemption- for herself, and her daughter.

The Prompt:  Zuko Alone, as played by Zura and Lan Min.

The Fic:

( The road is a bare track and the plains go on forever... )

 
 

Meme re-ganked from- well, I’ve seen at least three people do it, and thought it was nifty.  Oh good *lord*, what hath been wrought…  (Once more attempting to edit the 'enter's into something that makes sense...)

(Edit- figured out some Ursa crack!  Maybe that can lighten the load of unremitting angst I seem to have come up with otherwise...) 

1.  Ursa
2.  Jin
3.  Jet
4.  Ozai
5.  Spark!
6.  Hakoda
7.  Zuko
8.  Mai
9.  Iroh
10.  Lu Ten 

( First Time, 4 & 6 (Ozai and Hakoda) )

 

( Angst: 7 (Zuko) ) ( AU, 1 & 8 (Ursa and Mai) ) ( Threesome, 3, 6 & 9 (Jet, Hakoda and Iroh) ) ( Hurt/Comfort, 5 & 10 (Spark and Lu Ten) )

 
( Crack: 1 (Ursa) )

( Horror: 10 (Lu Ten) ) ( Baby!fic! 5 & 9 (Spark and Iroh) ) ( Dark: 2& 8 (Jin and Mai) ) ( Romance, 4 & 7 (Ozai and Zuko) )

( Deathfic, 2 & 3 (Jin and Jet) )

The AU:  Sun Child, in which Princess Zura was pregnant when she was banished from the Fire Nation.  Now she roams the world with a child in tow, seeking the Avatar as the key to redemption- for her, and her daughter...

The Prompt/Summary:  Jet stalks our favorite firebenders- part one.

The Fic-

( Supervisor Lim of the Dai Li muttered as he read the report- )

 

The AU: Princess Zura was pregnant when she was exiled- now she roams the world with a child in tow, seeking the Avatar as her chance at redemption- for herself and her daughter...

The Prompt: Where is Lan Min during the invasion of the Northern Water Tribes?

The Fic: Part 2.

( Zhao is getting away. )

Not sure if this one follows the original script too closely or not- hopefully it adds enough to make it fun.

The AU: Princess Zura was pregnant when she was exiled- now she roams the world with a child in tow, seeking the Avatar as her chance at redemption- for herself and her daughter...

The Prompt: Zhao and Zura's...interactions. At any time you want, but Zhao being Zhao and Zura exploding are very much wanted.

The Fic:

( "Uncle," she said, stepping down onto the deserted shore... )

Just chewing over my own Ursa head-canon- this struck me while I was driving and fortunately stuck around long enough for me to get to a keyboard. I love fine-lady Ursa, but I also like blending it with tough-as-fucking-nails-and-doesn't-think-that's-weird-at-all soldier-girl Ursa- I used to think of her as just a swords-woman, but I find myself closer and closer to outright stealing Becky2112's twin-dao-and-blue-flame gig.

This in particular is all about how she can love Ozai and still be good-mom-without-being-naive in my head.

( He has beautiful hands, and she wants him to put them on her bloody- )

For Floranna. Sort of a series of dribs and drabs before the main event- I liked the large end-piece, but felt it needed some introduction, and the bits that I had were sort of a set.

This may touch on sensitive things- consider it rated for teen pregnancy and considered suicide.

The AU: Princess Zura was pregnant when she was exiled- now she roams the world with a child in tow, seeking the Avatar as her chance at redemption- for herself and her daughter...

The Prompt: The time after banishment but before giving birth, Zura panics.

The Fic: Exile

( They check the Air-temples first- )

I'm in a creative mood. So- this here is an open Avatar: the Last Airbender meme. Post up to three- I'll promise one.

Since this is wide-open, please give me a specific to work off of- a line, a quote, a nebulous verb, something. Just a pairing does not count.

(And just as a note- the Dragon Hatching AU meme is still open, if anyone's interested!)

Edit- Meme is closed. I will fill out at least one of everyone's prompts, and more if circumstance permits. Thank you all for your patience, your comments, and the fun you've given me^^

So I've got Ozai/Maleficent in my head and they need a fairytale.

Ozai goes on whatever sort of trip young princes go on, and gets taken off to Maleficent's castle, where she teaches him the secrets of dragon-skin and makes him one, trying to strip off his humanity and give him a coat of scales and a heart of iron. He leaves or escapes, goes home and weds his betrothed, Ursa.

Maleficent shows up for the naming/whatever ceremonies for their children, with mixed blessings in hand. For Zuko- "He will be strong, and valiant, and he'll need it." Azula- "She will be everything that you want of her."

Meanwhile, Ozai's got a dragon-skin locked away, sort of a Hans-my-Hedgehog/werewolf thing/selkie thing, where it's slowly drawing him away every time he puts it on, whether for need or for joy. Ursa doesn't like this, and there's going to be something along the lines of a May-Margaret in the Ballad of Tam Lin, wherein she has to hold fast to him and/or give him a new shape/cover him with her mantle rather than the dragonskin. Her early attempts to cleanse him of its influence, perhaps by burning it, may be the catalyst for driving Ozai to Maleficent again briefly. Oh, and she gets to kill Maleficent in a swords-n-fire catfight, too.

Title: Dragonskin
Show: Avatar: the Last Airbender crossover with Disney's Sleeping Beauty.
Pairing: Prince Ozai/Maleficent
Genre: Writing-dribble/brain-spurt?
Rating: Implied adult-ish...?


What happens when a dragon takes off its skin?, he wonders. Not the gross anatomical question, but one with very real bearing, considering it's what he seems to have slept under.

When she is at her zenith, she blacks out the sky, wings flared hot and dark and purple. When she walks about, it is as a nearly- not- human woman, sleek horns drawn back from an elegant face, all else hidden beneath flowing billows of robes, her furled wings framing delicate wrists.

It is that which lays about him now, rustling like silk and like scales and heavy and thick like the warmest damask. Her castle is chill and damp, and he knows were he to step out from the bed and touch feet to floor, it would chill his blood. Under her abandoned robes, however, it is supremely warm.

Unnaturally warm.

He takes a breathless moment, nothing like panic- and then relaxes, feeling no pulse within the thickness of its black tatters.

Still, it is with a little reluctance that he bundles deeper into its sleek warmth and goes to seek his hostess, and the fate of his clothes.