✵ —; Hello! This is Kal. I am of legal age and I like reading fanfics and I sometimes write (mostly poetry). I am trying to break out of my comfort zone and get back on writing fanfics and perhaps continue my OCs stories that are rotting on my backlogs. Anyhow, I might only be focusing on writing my pookie Jason Todd but that's still up for a debate with myself (we do not get along.)
I hope to have meaningful interactions with y'all and a fun time reading and writing on this platform. See you around! <(￣︶￣)>
You can also see some of my works on ao3!
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Hello why did no one tell me that the unicorns operations would also bring me pain and suffering. I thought they were supposed to be silly little missions for me to get free pulls
"The hot, humad air around you seems to grow cold..." Was this implying that he was getting so upset about the situation that his evol was (brainfart can't think of how they actually describe it in canon) overwhelming him, which is why MC resonated with him???? HELLO???
HE'S BEING OPENLY VULNERABLE HERE? "You hug him from behind and he bends down slightly to let himself rest in your embrace." The way she talks him back down HELLO??? tapping the mic IS THIS THING ON????????????????????
So yesterday when I was looking for a good heart wrenching Zuko fic, I realised that we don't have enough angsty one with the original angsty boy (not that he deserves more, the poor baby has been through enough).
Enjoy the poor execution of this idea that popped in my mind.
TW: blood, graphic violence, severe physical trauma, and medical distress. If you are sensitive to body horror or medical trauma, please proceed with caution or skip this post.
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The smell of scorched earth and wet iron was already thick in the air, but it was the silence that truly terrified him.
Zuko’s boots skidded on the slick moss, his breath coming in jagged, uneven hitches that burned in his throat. He had lost sight of the Earth Kingdom scouts minutes ago, the forest swallowing their shouts, leaving only the oppressive drip of humidity and the pounding of his own heart. Then, he saw it—the splash of crimson against the vibrant, mocking green of the ferns.
“No,” he breathed, the word a fractured thing. “No, no, no.”
You were slumped against the roots of an ancient great-oak, your hands pressed firmly against your side, but the dark, viscous fluid was already winning. It seeped between your fingers, painting your knuckles in a gruesome, shimmering glove of red. It was a deep, jagged gash—a polearm’s parting gift—and every time your heart thundered in your chest, the forest floor drank more of you.
Zuko collapsed to his knees beside you, his hands hovering uselessly. He was a prince of a nation built on ash, a master of the most destructive element known to man, and yet he felt like a child reaching into a storm.
“Don’t look,” you rasped, your voice thin, like parchment tearing. Your face was the color of sea-foam, eyes fluttering as you tried to catch his gaze. “Zuko, look at me.”
“I have to stop the bleeding,” he choked out. He tried to tear a strip from his tunic, but his hands were shaking so violently the fabric wouldn't yield. He was drowning in the sight of it—the way your skin was beginning to cool, the way the ‘wet smack’ of blood hitting the leaves sounded like a death knell. “I can’t—I don’t have any bandages left, the supplies were on the ostrich-horse—”
He looked at the wound again and his stomach turned. It was too wide. Too deep. A tourniquet wouldn't work here. The realization hit him like a physical blow to the sternum, leaving him gasping.
“You have to close it,” you whispered.
Zuko froze. His golden eyes went wide, reflecting the flickering, dying light of the canopy. He knew what you meant. He had seen it in the infirmaries of the Fire Navy—the last resort of the desperate. Cauterization.
“No,” he snarled, a visceral rejection. “I won’t. I can’t.”
“Zuko, I’m fading,” you said, and the terrifying calm in your voice was worse than any scream. You reached out, your bloodied hand cupping his jaw, leaving a smear of warmth on his pale skin. “You have to. Use your fire.”
“I will kill you!” he burst out, a sob finally breaking through his chest. He thought of the scent of his own burning flesh on the day of the Duel. He thought of the screaming in the arena, the smell of the charcoal that had become his face. “I don’t know how to be gentle with it! It’s destruction, it’s—it’s a curse! I’ll burn you, I’ll hurt you—”
“You could never hurt me,” you interrupted, your thumb brushing over the edge of his scar. You looked at him with a terrifying, unwavering devotion, even as your eyes began to glaze. “You’re not him, Zuko. Your fire... it’s life now. It’s what keeps us warm at night. It’s you. I trust you.”
“I’m going to cause you so much pain,” he whispered, his forehead dropping to touch yours, his tears falling into the blood on your shirt.
“I know,” you breathed, your grip on his hand tightening with the last of your strength. “But you’re going to save me. Please. Do it before I can’t ask you anymore.”
Zuko pulled back, his face a mask of absolute, agonizing grief. He shifted, his movements mechanical and stiff, as he moved your hands away from the wound. The sight of the raw, pulsing tissue made his vision swim. He felt like he was back in the palace, watching the sun disappear, knowing the world was about to end.
He inhaled, a shaky, shuddering breath, and called upon the spark.
Usually, his fire felt like a roar. Today, it felt like a sickness. He focused everything he had—every ounce of control Iroh had ever beaten into his stubborn skull—into the tips of his fingers. The air began to shimmer. A low, orange glow began to emanate from his palms, the heat radiating outward until the moisture on the nearby leaves began to hiss and curl.
“I love you,” he whispered, a final apology.
He pressed his hand down.
The forest didn't just hear your scream; it felt it. It was a sound that didn't belong in the world of the living—a raw, guttural shriek of the soul being torn apart.
The sound of hissing meat filled the air, a thick, cloying white smoke rising between Zuko’s fingers. The smell—the horrific, sweet-and-acrid scent of burning flesh—hit Zuko’s nostrils and he nearly retched. His eyes were blown wide, fixed on the way your back arched off the ground, your heels digging into the dirt as your entire body went rigid with a pain so absolute it transcended consciousness.
“I know,” Zuko chanted, his voice a broken litany. "I know, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
He didn't pull away. He couldn't. If he stopped now, the wound would only be half-sealed, and you would bleed out in the middle of your agony. He had to be thorough. He had to be a monster to be a savior.
You were sobbing now, the screams breaking into high-pitched, wheezing gasps for air. Your hands flew up, clawing at his forearms, your fingernails digging into his skin deep enough to draw blood, but he didn't feel it. All he felt was the heat traveling up his arms, the vibration of your agony shaking his very bones. He watched your face contort, your eyes rolling back until only the whites showed, your teeth bared in a silent, horrific grimace.
He was the one doing this. He was the flame. He was the scar-maker.
The guilt had fangs, biting into his organs, twisting his stomach until he felt the bile rise. He was staring at the visceral ruin he was creating, the black, charred edges of what used to be soft skin. Every second felt like an eternity in the Boiling Rock.
Finally, the bleeding stopped. The liquid red had been replaced by a blackened, puckered crust of charcoal and trauma.
Zuko jerked his hands back as if he had been the one burned. He fell backward, his hands held out in front of him, glowing orange as they cooled. He stared at them with utter loathing. They were shaking so hard they were a blur.
The forest returned to its oppressive silence, save for your ragged, wet whimpers. You had collapsed back into the dirt, your body still twitching with aftershocks, your face drenched in a cold, grey sweat. You didn't look at him. You couldn't.
Zuko scrambled toward you, but stopped inches away, afraid that even his shadow would hurt you. He looked at the ruin of your side, then at your face, which looked ten years older than it had five minutes ago.
“I did it,” he whispered, the words tasting like ash. “You’re—you’re alive.”
But as he watched you shiver, your breath coming in tiny, terrified hitches, Zuko knew the truth. He had saved your life, but he had broken the world. He sat there on his knees, hunched over himself, the white noise of horror roaring in his ears. He had become the nightmare you told him he could never be. He had used the gift of the dragons to turn the person he loved into a casualty.
He wanted to hold you, to pull you into his chest and tell you it was over, but his hands... his hands still smelled like you. Like the fire. Like the end of everything.
He stayed on his knees in the dirt, a prince of nothing, watching the smoke rise from your skin into the cold, uncaring sky.
briefly taking my phone out at work and looking at images of my favourite character like im a soldier in the trenches looking at a picture of their loved one back home
Theo being aware of Luna every time she's around but he doesn't say anything~
This small comic honestly was going to be very different with the other students making fun of her and Theo seeing how she was actually interacting with the thestrals and getting angry but it would've take much more time I do not have😭
Jason Todd AU writers PLS HEAR ME OUT. (i am not forcing you to take this but actually on bended knees begging you to consider 😔😔😔)
Pls pardon how messy i tried to jot down my ideas about the plot. i am on manic mode while typing it😆
ANYWAYS IF BY ANY CHANCE SOMEONE ACTUALLY LIKED THE IDEA PLEASE PLEASE TAG ME SO THAT I COULD READ😭😭😭😭😭 as much as I wanted to write this plot, i just do not have the willpower to do so and it might take me decades to finish.
Edit: I WANT TO TAG MY FAVE WRITERS BADLY BUT IM SHYYY. SO I JUST HOPE THIS POST WILL FIND THEN AND THEY'LL TAKE AN INTEREST😭😭😭✋🏻
