I Write Sins Not Tragedies.

Set the Scene!!: Katara and Zuko have just gotten married. They're at a Meeting Hall at the North Pole. Zuko's nervous and is thinking to himself in a deserted hallway…

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Zuko paced the corridor. He should be joining Katara in the Grand Hall soon, but he's too nervous. His breath clouds in front of him, and he shudders with every intake of breath. Fire benders weren't used to this weather, it's too cold for him. He is lost in thought, when here hears two voices. He looks through a door at his left. A woman from the water tribe is talking to another man. He looks like a waiter.

"What a beautiful wedding," the woman coos.

Yes, it was, Zuko agrees silently.

"Yes, yes," the man replies, nodding fervently.

"Yes, but what a shame, about the bride…"

"I know, marrying a fire bender…" She cuts him off.

"No, haven't you heard?! All her men? All over the nations, I heard. An earth boy, a rebel fighter, and a monk! The poor girl is such a whore."

Zuko's temper flares. Ice melts beneath his feet, steam rises. He reaches for the open door, throwing wider.

"Haven't you people ever heard of closing the damned door?!"

The woman blushes, searching for words. The man's eyes are wide. They mutter apologies, bowing stupidly. Zuko scowls and leaves in a huff. He stops. His curiosity gets the best of him. He turns back and walks to the room. As he suspects, the pair of water peasants weren't finished talking. The woman continues with her gossip, undeterred.

"So, first, she meets up with the Avatar…"

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Okay, so here's a little Avatar one shot. I was listening to the song "I Write Sins Not Tragedies" (Panic! At The Disco) and I started imagining this… the fact that my mind has been horribly polluted with Zutara lately probably doesn't help, but that's okay… Alright, well, keep rockin' writers, peace out.

-Puff