AtLA: DevotionTitle: Devotion
Word Count: 400+ words
Summary: Firelord Azulon is dead. Ozai and Ursa make plans for the future.
Ursa slid open the door to the chambers she shared with Ozai. The fire in the fireplace jumped at her presence, and Ozai whirled to face her.
"It's done?" he asked. There was something terrible and bright in his eyes, and for the first time in their marriage, she was afraid of her husband.
"It's done," she assured him, sliding the door shut behind her. Her hands trembled still, from fear and exhilaration. Her children were safe. Her husband was safe.
She had murdered the Firelord, and they would execute her in the morning.
Ozai seized her by the shoulder, and blue flames flared to life around her hands.
"You must go," he said, ignoring her flames. "Li and Lo sent word to the harbor- there are ships leaving tonight. Take any of them. Go. Go far and lie low."
"No, Ozai," she said quietly, reaching up to push back a few strands of hair that had
AtLA: FirefightTitle: Firefight
Characters: Ozai/Ursa, assorted unnamed Fire Nation pirates
Word Count: 700+
Summary: Ozai and Ursa slaughter a pirate camp.
"You should wear armor," Ursa said in a low voice. She loosened the ties of the scabbard across her back, preparing to draw her dao swords and let the leather sheath drop rather than impede her movements.
Ozai's gaze flicked to her briefly then back down to the pirate camp they were observing. He wore simple cotton clothes in imperial red and gold, a long-sleeved tunic over trousers. It looked comfortable and easy to move in, she would give him that, but it wouldn't protect him from a well-placed sword-thrust.
He took a breath. "When the sun touches the horizon, I think."
"Your firebending will be fading then," she felt obliged to point out. Lu Ten said Ozai had never worn armor during his search for the Avatar, either, but he'd had a shipful of sailors and marines to protect him.
"So will theirs." Her husband smiled, then glanced a
AtLA: Phoenix in AshesTitle: Phoenix in Ashes
Word Count: 200+
Spoilers: For the end of the series
Summary: Ursa cannot go to visit her husband in his cell.
Her husband is broken.
Her magnificent, foolish husband is broken.
Ursa stands outside the door of his cell, hardly daring to breathe. If he hears her, if he calls out to her- She would go to him in an instant. Even after all of everything he has done. She would curse him as she wrapped her arms around him, and burn him as she kissed him, but she would still hold him and kiss him.
She cannot go to him.
After he scarred her son, she could not go to him. Not without the heart of her fire flaring to white and fury in her heart. They would have fought and fought until one of them was dead, and she did not think it would be him.
She couldn't do that to Zuko.
(She couldn't do that to Ozai.)
She turns away from his cell before his slumped form draws her in. The Avatar said he gave her husband mercy by taking his firebending.
AtLA: SparkTitle: Spark
Word Count: 800+
Summary: A rainy morning on Ember Island during Ursa's pregnancy.
Ozai woke to find his bed empty, and the bedroom dark as night. He blinked owlishly then padded over to a window to brush aside the gauzy thin curtains. It was dark outside, the heavy grey of a gathering storm. The garden sparkled with wetness, and there were puddles all around. It had rained once already today.
With the clouds, he couldn't make out the position of the sun, but this had to be later than he'd slept in months. Sunrise usually woke him.
He let the curtain drop and went to find some clothes. As he did up the clasps on his robes, rain began to patter on the roof in a steady murmur. He smiled and went to look for Ursa.
They had retired to this little bungalow on a remote corner of Ember Island for the second half of her pregnancy. This was her third, and between the four months at the Palace and the two months here on the island, this child had liv
AtLA: SteamTitle: Steam
Word Count: 1482
Summary: Ozai has a hot bath, and Hakoda doesn't.
Hakoda had been cleaned and scrubbed to within an inch of his life, and only through the worst sort of underhanded fighting had he kept the Fire Nation servants from taking the decorations out of his hair. Then he'd all but been bounded and gagged while they wrestled him into silver-lined red linen clothes. Whoever had made them had clearly patterned them after his normal gear, then altered the designs to fall in more closely with Fire Nation fashions.
The head of household servants studied him, then raised his eyes briefly towards the ceiling. "At least we don't insult the Firelord by sending you to him in rags."
So. Ozai wanted him. Again.
"Take him. Lock him in, but if you chain him down... On your heads be it." The head of household servants gestured extravagantly and turned away.
The two guards behind Hakoda grabbed him by the shoulders and hauled him to his feet. It only took a few strid
Tortall: The ParrotTitle: The Parrot
Characters: Tristan Staghorn, Emperor Ozorne, the grey parrot
Word Count: 900+
Summary: Prior to leaving for Fief Dunlath, Tristan goes to find his glorious emperor in the aviary.
"Seems a bit drab for your birds." Tristan Staghorn leaned in the doorway of Ozorne's aviary. Birds flitted about freely in the elegant marble room, roosting in great potted plants and perching on the edges of ornately carved drinking fountains. It had suited the previous emperor's needs, Tristan knew, but a new aviary was almost complete. It would be complete within a few months, or Ozorne would nail people's hides to walls.
Perhaps not literally.
His emperor was simply dressed this morning, wearing only a cloth-of-gold tunic and a scarlet wrap. His jewelry was minimal; ruby beads dangled from his myriad braids, six rows of black opals guarded his throat, rings of plain gold with no settings ran up his ear and covered his hands. Perched on his arm, in contrast to
Tortall: CutTitle: Cut
Characters: Daine/Rikash, Numair
Word Count: 1200+
Summary: Stormwings are infuriating, Daine is exhausted, and holding back takes too much effort.
"You still haven't claimed him?"
"Claimed who?" Daine asked, hands settling on her hips. She was knee-deep in a slow-moving river right now, using the cold water to push her magic. She felt about ready to sleep for a week if she got half a chance, but until she healed the People hurt by those damnfool miners poisoning the water- "I don't have time for this, Rikash."
Steel feathers rasped and clicked, and the Stormwing chuckled. "I can tell."
Rikash perched in the branches of an ancient willow, leaves shredding against his wings. Grackles chattered curses at him, but Daine felt no People hurt or dying under the Stormwing's talons. He said nothing more, and Daine took a deep breath.
Her eyes slid closed, and she gently teased out the copper fire of her magic, sending it flowing with the water of the river. It spread and
AtLA: Stick in the MudTitle: Stick in the Mud
Characters: Bumi, Pakku
Summary: Bumi makes a new friend.
The Water Tribesman stands ankle-deep in the river, eyes cold. He's half Bumi's age, barely out of his teens if the earthbender is any judge. A slight tremble runs through his frame, but Bumi doesn't mistake it for fear. Not from this scowling brave with the armband of a master on his left arm.
Bumi grins. He hasn't a fun fight, not since Aang vanished and Kuzon withdrew.
His grin makes the Water Tribesman scowl all the more.
"What's your name?" Bumi calls, bare feet sliding on the white, white sand of the riverbank. "Got to know a man's name before you bury him."
The water around the Tribesman stops flowing. "What's yours?"
"Pakku," he says, and the river roars high behind him like a dragon.
It is a fun fight. Pakku is fast and slippery, harder to hold onto than an eel. Bumi's soaking wet before too long and half-drowned, but there's enough earth in the wat
AtLA: TouchTitle: Touch
Characters: Piandao/Jeong Jeong
Word Count: 400+
Summary: Piandao explores the scars on Jeong Jeong's body with the usual results.
Dark fingers traced down the scars on his face. "Punishment or a double-bladed sword," Piandao said quietly.
Jeong Jeong closed his eyes, fighting back the fires that threatened to ignite under that simple, gentle touch. "One or the other."
Piandao undid the latches of his hauberk and stripped it from Jeong Jeong, then helped him out of his padded tunic. He paused, hands resting at his friend's belt, then the firebender felt his mouth against a knotted, dull red scar on his shoulder. "Barbed arrow at Jagedai."
"Yes." He'd almost lost the full movement of his arm. Catastrophic for a firebender, but he had listened to the surgeons when they told him how to take care of it. A year of following their advice, and he'd saved his abilities.
The surgeons still marveled when he told them that. Apparently peo