atla fanfic on the fly
Jun. 15th, 2010 12:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jade_sabreSo today I was reading the comments on the latest installment of Kyoshi Hold 'Em (shiperrific crack fun) and someone was laughing at the idea of Aang going through puberty, and said it would like Azula getting her period. So I tried to write crackfic and then kind of failed, but I was pleased enough with the results to repost them here, with minimal editing. Also unbeta'd, so comma abuse probably abounds.
Title: idk, "End of the Innocence" or something, 'cause it's ironic
Author: Meeeeee
Rating: G unless you're a boy easily grossed out by casual mentions of girls gushing blood
Azula woke up, and there was blood on her bed.
She immediately suspected an assassination attempt, except that logic failed her at the point where she had apparently failed to wake up for said attempt. Unless, of course, she had killed the assassin in her sleep, which was a distinct possibility. She smiled at the thought.
Still, there remained the problem of blood on her bed. If she had been Ty Lee she would have screamed, and if she had been Mai she would have assumed that she had practiced her knife skills on the house guards and then cleaned her knives on her bedsheets while sleepwalking again. If she had been Zuko she would have run crying to Mommy before remembering that Mommy Was Gone and then locked herself in her room to cry all day again--the palace had been unusually dry-eyed since his exile, the silence from his bedroom almost unnerving. But she was Azula, and Azula had no need for intermediaries. She bathed--noting traces of blood on her legs, a puzzling development--and allowed her attendants to dress her normally before departing from her rooms to the public part of the palace, where she requested an audience with the Fire Lord. Once the guards permitted entrance, she discovered her father having court with his generals, and a small thrill went through her, as it always did, that he would interrupt such proceedings for her.
"Princess Azula," her father said, "I sincerely hope this matter is important."
She would have straightened, had her posture been anything less than perfect, but instead she merely inclined her head and said, "Of the utmost importance, Father. Someone has attempted to murder me in my sleep."
The crackling of the increased flames broke the silence that followed while the generals kept their gazes carefully trained forward to avoid looking guilty. The Fire Lord's voice was neutral as he said, "And what proof do you have of this?"
"Blood, sir. On my bedsheets this morning."
One general's eyebrows narrowed, and the Fire Lord said, "Is there something you wish to say?"
"Confess, more likely," Azula muttered.
The general coughed and said, "Fire Lord, you are...a man of the world, and if you'll permit me to say, the princess has reached a certain age where perhaps..."
The tension threading through the generals suddenly snapped, and more than one exchanged an amused glance. Fury coursed through Azula's veins, and she waited for her father to punish them for ignoring the severity of the situation. Instead, the Fire Lord settled back in his chair, the frown on his face strange--regretful? Surely he hadn't--Azula sternly ordered herself to avoid such treasonous thoughts. Even if he had, it would only be to test her strength, and in that regard, she would never fail him.
"I see," he said at last. "Princess Azula, bring your tale to Li and Lo. They will assist you in determining the cause of your ailment."
"It is not ailment, Father, I--"
"Princess Azula," he said, in his tone of dismissal, and Azula inclined her head and clicked her heels as she executed a perfect about-face, more concerned about the fact that her face wanted to tremble instead of seethe with rage.
Of course, once Li and Lo, standing outside her bedroom door, explained what was happening--and what would happen, for her foreseeable future--her cheeks burned as hot as her fire. That all her father's generals--his male generals--had known something so--so intimate about herself and she had not, that in their heads they laughed at her humiliation--
"It is the sort of thing your mother would have told you, had she been here," Li said, in the causal way that belied the fact that Li and Lo were the only people left in the palace who spoke of the absent Fire Lady.
"She is not here, and I don't need her here, when you two seem perfectly capable of telling me everything," Azula said tartly. "She hardly would have been as timely."
The two old women exchanged looks, and Azula, tired of people exchanging looks at her expense, ordered them out of her presence by slamming her door in their faces. She turned and saw the offending bedsheets still on her bed, and so she burned them. This resulted in her entire bed, engulfed in flames, collapsing; she couldn't help but see it as fitting. It was her childhood bed, the one where her mother had tucked in her at night, where Zuko had come running with his nightmares; and as Li and Lo had said, she was a woman now. A woman who would one day sit on a throne and look down upon a table of generals and dare them to laugh at her.
Azula smiled, and her room burned.
Title: idk, "End of the Innocence" or something, 'cause it's ironic
Author: Meeeeee
Rating: G unless you're a boy easily grossed out by casual mentions of girls gushing blood
Azula woke up, and there was blood on her bed.
She immediately suspected an assassination attempt, except that logic failed her at the point where she had apparently failed to wake up for said attempt. Unless, of course, she had killed the assassin in her sleep, which was a distinct possibility. She smiled at the thought.
Still, there remained the problem of blood on her bed. If she had been Ty Lee she would have screamed, and if she had been Mai she would have assumed that she had practiced her knife skills on the house guards and then cleaned her knives on her bedsheets while sleepwalking again. If she had been Zuko she would have run crying to Mommy before remembering that Mommy Was Gone and then locked herself in her room to cry all day again--the palace had been unusually dry-eyed since his exile, the silence from his bedroom almost unnerving. But she was Azula, and Azula had no need for intermediaries. She bathed--noting traces of blood on her legs, a puzzling development--and allowed her attendants to dress her normally before departing from her rooms to the public part of the palace, where she requested an audience with the Fire Lord. Once the guards permitted entrance, she discovered her father having court with his generals, and a small thrill went through her, as it always did, that he would interrupt such proceedings for her.
"Princess Azula," her father said, "I sincerely hope this matter is important."
She would have straightened, had her posture been anything less than perfect, but instead she merely inclined her head and said, "Of the utmost importance, Father. Someone has attempted to murder me in my sleep."
The crackling of the increased flames broke the silence that followed while the generals kept their gazes carefully trained forward to avoid looking guilty. The Fire Lord's voice was neutral as he said, "And what proof do you have of this?"
"Blood, sir. On my bedsheets this morning."
One general's eyebrows narrowed, and the Fire Lord said, "Is there something you wish to say?"
"Confess, more likely," Azula muttered.
The general coughed and said, "Fire Lord, you are...a man of the world, and if you'll permit me to say, the princess has reached a certain age where perhaps..."
The tension threading through the generals suddenly snapped, and more than one exchanged an amused glance. Fury coursed through Azula's veins, and she waited for her father to punish them for ignoring the severity of the situation. Instead, the Fire Lord settled back in his chair, the frown on his face strange--regretful? Surely he hadn't--Azula sternly ordered herself to avoid such treasonous thoughts. Even if he had, it would only be to test her strength, and in that regard, she would never fail him.
"I see," he said at last. "Princess Azula, bring your tale to Li and Lo. They will assist you in determining the cause of your ailment."
"It is not ailment, Father, I--"
"Princess Azula," he said, in his tone of dismissal, and Azula inclined her head and clicked her heels as she executed a perfect about-face, more concerned about the fact that her face wanted to tremble instead of seethe with rage.
Of course, once Li and Lo, standing outside her bedroom door, explained what was happening--and what would happen, for her foreseeable future--her cheeks burned as hot as her fire. That all her father's generals--his male generals--had known something so--so intimate about herself and she had not, that in their heads they laughed at her humiliation--
"It is the sort of thing your mother would have told you, had she been here," Li said, in the causal way that belied the fact that Li and Lo were the only people left in the palace who spoke of the absent Fire Lady.
"She is not here, and I don't need her here, when you two seem perfectly capable of telling me everything," Azula said tartly. "She hardly would have been as timely."
The two old women exchanged looks, and Azula, tired of people exchanging looks at her expense, ordered them out of her presence by slamming her door in their faces. She turned and saw the offending bedsheets still on her bed, and so she burned them. This resulted in her entire bed, engulfed in flames, collapsing; she couldn't help but see it as fitting. It was her childhood bed, the one where her mother had tucked in her at night, where Zuko had come running with his nightmares; and as Li and Lo had said, she was a woman now. A woman who would one day sit on a throne and look down upon a table of generals and dare them to laugh at her.
Azula smiled, and her room burned.
