I'd love the see the notes for Bad Fortune AU, on Tumblr or AO3 or wherever! Even a bulleted outline can be very entertaining 👀
I love your drawings about the AU where Zuko is a fortune teller!! Thank you for making them!! - AnonFisio
SORRY FOR REPLYING TO THIS SO SO LATE i am trying to finally shake off my hiatus a bit… and okay my notes are thee most confusing thing like even i barely understand looking at them now. but i do have a little segment of the first chapter written in that same document so im including that below:] if i reorganize the notes i may post them sometime since i will never ever finish this particular au tbh 😭
The midwives track rain-wet feet into the delivery room. Outside, the clouds are swirling so dark they blend into the night sky, thick and unforgiving, highlighted only in passing with the full moon.
These are not the proper conditions for a royal birth. Funny, how the heavens do not care about that.
(Or, perhaps, they do. Perhaps that is worse.)
It is nearly dawn by the time Ursa cradles her baby. She lies on a pillowed ledge by the round window, overlooking the gardens. Wind and water whip at the just-blooming flowers; scatter the fragile leaves. There is not a hint of thunder in the sky. No lightning cracking through the stars.
Zuko’s skin is cold as rain against hers.
The sun bursts over the horizon line just as Prince Ozai breaks into the room. Ursa holds Zuko tighter to her bare chest and privately wonders what it would be like to have a husband who she would hold her child out to. Who she would trust to cradle him.
Ozai barely glances at the boy before announcing, “The doctor will prepare a solution. The child will die peacefully.”
“No, please,” says Ursa, thinking she rarely says anything else these days.
Ozai considers, “Fine. Out of my mercy, he shall be left upon a cliff face. If the Spirits—“ here he raises a mocking brow, unimpressed as always in his wife’s belief in such things— “see fit, then the boy will be taken in by some other wretched soul.”
Ursa had not wanted the child, had not wanted the husband, had not wanted the marriage. This is a poorly-kept secret. But with Zuko pressed to her now, her heart speeds at the idea of leaving him (a feeling that will reoccur in her life, but thankfully she is no prophet and does not know this.) “What do the Fire Sages say?”
Ozai’s lip curls, “A reading, that’s what you want?” He gestures to the puddles in the grass, the overflowed pond, “Even I could spout that nonsense with omens like these. Clearly, he shall be no bender. He was not even born under the right stars.”
Here lies the center of the problem. Every member of the royal family has been born by the sign of the Dragon—Ursa had learned, upon her arrival at the palace, that the wedding time was very planned. It made her a little sick. Maybe it was this same sickness which had carried through her pregnancy, maybe that is why the child has been born a month too early. Maybe that is why he has been born a Rabbit—a sign of kindness. Of virtue. The same sign, incidentally, as his mother.
An embarrassment to the royal name.
“Let the Sages tell it,” Ursa begs, a choking sensation rising in her throat, “please, my dear. At least—consult the Firelord first.”
It sends a chill down her spine, the way Ozai’s eyes land on her, the gaze somewhere between wrath and disgust. But it unnerves her nowhere near as much as the way he looks at Zuko.
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“You must already know,” is what he says. The words are quiet, gentled by pity. He says them only to her, carefully lowered that her husband looming in the corner might not hear.
Ursa gulps, considering pulling her baby right to her heart and running fast from the Head Sage.
“Get on with it,” Ozai snaps.
The sage’s eyes flick between them, panicked, before he collects himself; before he focuses on Zuko, asleep in his mother’s arms, this child cursed by his very birth. This child born too early and too cold. This child born with clouds over his head; without sun; without spark. Without any great glory. This child whose only piece of luck, it seems, is in being born at all.
“The level of prowess he will reach with bending is… unclear,” he announces, and Ursa’s heart drops to her stomach.
“He’s a bender?” Ozai asks, too calmly.
The sage’s eyes flash, frown deepening, recognizing the awfulness of his own honesty when he replies, “…It is unclear.”
“Roku’s granddaughter,” Ozai scoffs, “the result is just as worthless as his bearer.”
Ursa does not sob. She holds an eruption behind her throat—kept at bay, lock and key. She holds herself inside herself. She holds her heart with hedge cutters.
“But,” the Sage puts in, “he may yet have other talents. I foresee the possibility of a… truly glorious future for him.”
Ozai snorts, “The mightiest non-bender is still a non-bender. It’s a stain upon the royal name.”
“What other talents?” Ursa asks, except it sounds more like begging.
“A special ability,” the Sage answers, “unlike anything the Royal family has seen before. It could be the difference between the Nation’s victory or defeat.”
It is an act of courage, however meek, that the man looks her husband right in the eye when he speaks. That he emphasizes the sentence with care.
Ozai lets out a low, exasperated growl. It is an act of begrudgement that he says, “The boy has six months to spark.”
It is only after the prince and the sage leave that Zuko starts to cry.
In a month’s time, the Fire Sages will lie about the date of Prince Zuko’s birth. In a month’s time, the entire nation will celebrate Ozai’s heir. In a month’s time, no one outside of Caldera will know the truth surrounding the little prince’s birth.
In six month’s time, Ursa will feed her son a spoonful of ground fire-flower. She will hate herself as she brings him coughing ash to her husband, as he hums his approval of his firstborn bender.
In nine month’s time, Azula will be born a dragon. The sunlight will reflect off Ozai’s sharp teeth, and only then will Ursa realize that he did not smile once the day of his son’s birth. Now here he is, bathed in midday light and summer heat, grin closer to a shark’s than a father’s.
ok i can see how zuko would probably be racist/sexist in canon but do u have any examples? im tryna understand
well its important to make clear that he is racist & sexist because he’s an imperialist whose nation functions thru a imperialistic militaristic society that upholds very strict ideas abt gender, sexuality, and race. most importantly to his arc and to the fn is their imperialism which is justified most prominently by racism. zuko says in his speech to ozai that he was raised on the idea that the fn is acting as a force of goodness in the world, spreading its prosperity to less prosperous nations. he was raised on the idea that the fn is inherently the best nation and that all other cultures need to be taught this greatness and assimilated into the fn by force. (of course thats horrible, but even that is also an oversimplification and is actually “”kinder””” than the truth of what the fn is doing. i mean the war is about power and exerting power thru colonialism and like. the fn obviously isnt actually making life for the ppl of where they colonize more prosperous, they are murdering and oppressing and taxing and… well you get it; its imperialism. anyway.) the point of all that is zuko justified the war thru the idea that non-fn ppl are inherently worse than fn ppl. so.
as for sexism, this post is good, so instead of talking ab that myself i wanna take this opportunity to list a few really epic zuko quotes
•”these little girls can’t save you!”
•”you’ve got a big appetite…. for a girl…..”
•”i saw it and i thought it looked pretty.. aren’t girls supposed to like things like this?!!”
•honorary mention to when he said to katara “well, aren’t you a big girl now?” just cuz i hated that.
oh also im sure there are more of these but some racist zuko quotes off the top of my head
•”you little peasant!” (abt katara)
•”thats cute, but this isn’t air temple preschool.” (and the ensuing “ok we’ll be sure to do that, guru goody goody”)
i just wanted to say that i love even now you mark my steps (and you like ‘‘em dead) the katara zuko relationship is so fun and the sokka characterization and just like everything about it is so good i’m anxiously awaiting for the next update, thank u so much for writing it
🥺 thank you so so much this is so kind & this was so nice to wake up to!!!!!! idk when the next chapter will be done cuz as well as the usual factors that make me take forever to write, the pirate show is currently consuming my mind:(….. but i do have a bit of it written!! i’ll put a little tiny section to preview under the cut :]
The Chief was separated from the rest of the men, alone in his own cell. She caught only a glimpse of him, but from the corner of her eye she swore he bore some striking resemblance to his daughter. Or, rather, his daughter bore resemblance to him.
When they got to the office, Azula caught her own reflection across a shining sword hung upon the wall, and ignored how her father’s eyes flashed in place of hers.
“Have that taken down,” she demanded of the agent beside her, “I’m no non-bender. It’s tacky.”
“That’s an original Piandao,” commented Mai.
“Fascinating,” Azula drawled. “Get it out of here.”
wait i just saw u rbed my ask to ash ab fics and i have to thank u bc i was wondering who had that excellent ao3 username (is that what ppl call it for ao3?) but anyway. wonderful excellent lovely fic 10/10 as well ✨🌱🤲
THANK U SO MUCH i always wanted that url on tumblr and couldn’t have it so having it on ao3 is the dream….. and yah thank u i rlly appreciate it 🥺🥺
