Hello! Welcome to the world of AWTF! This story will follow an AU where Aang gets captured when facing Azula during the episode "The Crossroads of Destiny" (Last episode of Book 2). In this story, Aang does not die from getting shot with lightning but goes unconscious, along with some other plot-related things which you will figure out. This story is going to be rated M because of cursing and some lemony stuff later on in the story.

The main ship will be Azulang (Aang x Azula) but will include Zutara and Sukka.

I also took the liberty to alter the ages of the characters:

Aang and Toph are 16

Suki is 17

Katara, Azula, and Ty Lee are 18

Mai and Sokka are 19

Zuko is 20

Alright, since this is my first Fic ever, chapters are going to be around 2000 to 2500 words and I hope to have a new chapter uploaded every week.

With that out of the way….LET THE STORY BEGIN!

Oh, also, this first chapter contains torture.

Chapter 1

Aang awoke in a very dark room surrounded by chains. He tried to move his arms and legs but they were bound to the ceiling, leaving him suspended in the air. Trying to gauge his surroundings, Aang looked around but could see nothing but metal encasing him in his cell.

"Well, this is just fantastic," Aang sighed to himself. "There's gotta be a way I can get out of here and find Katara." He tried to swing himself and wiggle one of his arms free from the shackle, suspending him in midair, but it was no use; they were too tight around his wrist.

What he failed to realize was that every time he moved, the chains would make a noise signaling to the guards posted outside of his cell that he was alive and awake.

"Should we go tell her that he's awake?" the guard asked his counterpart concerned. Neither one of them had ever met their enforcer and they both wanted to keep it that way. It was the guaranteed way to stay alive in this awful war.

"I'll go tell her that the little shit is awake. You better keep watch in case he tries to escape, though I doubt he can," he said to his partner as he walked away towards where he thought the Princess would be. It was a walk that seemed far longer than it was due to the fear that he would never see his partner again, causing this walk to be so agonizing.

Arriving at the throne room from the dungeon beneath the Palace was easier said than done for the guard. There were Fire Nation personnel everywhere in the Palace due to the nature of the War. As he walked into the throne room, the guard slowly walked up to the foot of the throne and bowed.

"My Lady, I come bearing news from the dungeon," The guard announced in a timid manner. He was, however, able to get his point across to the person he was speaking to.

"Really? And what news would that be exactly?" The Princess asked without so much as glancing up from her perfectly manicured nails.

"The Avatar is awake, my Princess."

Now he had her attention. Looking up at him, she produced her trademark grin, causing the hairs on the back of the poor guard's neck to stand at attention.

"Perfect," Azula said, smirking. I will go see him immediately." Getting up from her throne, she started to walk down to the guard and smirked, already knowing that he was about to piss his pants.

"Escort me to the prisoner," she said to him causing him to shudder and squirm.

"R-right away my P-princess," the guard sputtered, immediately walking back toward the dungeons like his life depended on it...which for his case, it did.

Arriving at the cell door, the guard unlocked it and let Azula into the cell, closing the door tightly behind her once she was inside.

While in his cell, Aang was trying to remember how in the world he got there. The last thing that he remembered was being in the Avatar State, then feeling a jolt of electricity run through him, and then falling towards the ground. But how did he end up suspended in the air in a prison cell? He didn't even notice when the producer of the bolt of lightning that knocked him out entered the very cell he was trapped in.

"Wow, Avatar," sneered Azula. "Isn't it funny how you can go from being the most powerful person on the planet to being trapped in a metal box with no way out?" Azula produced her smirk which penetrated his thoughts, jolting him back to the plane of the living.

"Oh well, looks like you're trapped here," she continued. "No way to contact that Waterbending bitch of yours to try and save you; no ten-ton flying bison to bust you out here. Just you, me, and four chains holding you up in the air." She paced around her prisoner, examining him up close and taking in what she saw.

He looked to be around six feet with not an ounce of fat on him. His head was covered with light scarring and a bruised cyan arrow. Looking down to the rest of his body, she noticed the nice red and orange scar at the swell of his back where the lightning entered his body. He was definitely at the peak of physical fitness boasting sculpted back and calf muscles. Walking to the front of him she noticed the small amount of scars that littered his face and torso; and what a torso it was. His muscles looked to be chiseled out of stone. He wasn't the most buff person in the world, but his muscles looked to be at peak condition. This was probably due to the amount of running and fighting he was doing on a regular basis due to the war they were currently fighting.

Azula smirked once she finished her inspection of the prisoner and liked what she saw. He was a very attractive man. Too bad he was her prisoner and wasn't going to be leaving this cell anytime soon.

"What are you even doing here?" Aang spat at the Princess who was currently staring at him. "Don't you have a city to be conquering or were you so stupid that you burned it to the ground?"

Azula grinned. "I'll have you know that the way I run the city that you so kindly handed to me is being handled with the utmost care and attention."

"I bet. We don't want to upset daddy now, do we?" Aang fired at the princess. She glared at him, now processing the insult.

"How dare you insult the Fire Lord in front of me Avatar!" Azula boomed, raising her hand and producing a light blue flame. She fired it at the defenseless Avatar, causing him to cry out in pain. "You're lucky I can't just kill you right here, but you could be of use to me alive." She continued to pelt him with fire until she saw him whimper.

"I'd rather die then help anyone like you!" Aang screamed while in serious pain. He didn't know how long he had been in here or how long it had been since he had had any sort of food or water and it was starting to get to him.

"Such a pity," Azula sneered. "I guess the food and water will just have to wait. Only compliant prisoners are allowed to have food and water. Let's not even begin to talk about sleep." She smiled, taking out a bottle of water and drinking from it right in front of him. The sight of water caused Aang to struggle against his bindings trying to get even a taste of the water in front of him. Unfortunately for him, Azula saw this and produced another torrent of flames around Aang's body, causing him to rile in pain and agony as his skin slowly started to burn and char.

Azula admired the handy work she did. As she was about to leave the prison cell, she spoke in a singsong tone: "Remember, Avatar, only good prisoners get food and water, so don't go trying to escape." With that, she made her exit, leaving the Avatar in a state of pain and delirium.

As she was walking down the hallway back to the throne room, she was stopped by her two best friends: Mai and Ty Lee. Both had heard the screams from across the palace and wanted to see what was going on.

"Azula, what was all that screaming?" Mai asked in her monotone voice. Her face was void of any emotion while Ty Lee's was showing lots of concern and curiosity.

"Ohh, nothing, girls," Azula said. "It was just a chit-chat with our newest and most powerful prisoner, the Avatar."

As soon as they heard that title, both girls shuddered at the memories that were associated with that name. Having seen him and his group of friends in action, they were definitely afraid of what he could do.

"What happened in there? You never explained the screams," Mai asked curiously towards her friend.

"Well, I just taunted him and burned him when he didn't cooperate," Azula responded simply. "It was actually quite an enjoyable experience," she added smugly, though she really did enjoy torturing him. The way he was so…powerless brought a jolt to her that she could not explain.

"I think that he will be complying with my demands very soon and we can start phase one of the plan," Azula continued as she thought up more ways to torture the poor man.

"You never did tell us this master plan of yours," Mai droned.

"Yeah, what gives Zula?" Ty Lee pouted. "You used to tell us all of your evil schemes!" She was making a fool of herself, causing the other two girls to roll their eyes and start walking toward their chambers.

"I'll tell you both eventually. Right now we just need to focus on doing the impossible: break the Avatar!" Azula grinned as she walked towards her sleeping chamber followed closely by her two friends, who were still very confused by what she meant.

Azula, however, was very sure of what she meant and was actually looking forward to the sadistic plans she was formulating in her head.

"You think today was rough, Avatar? You haven't seen anything yet," Azula said, smirking as she closed the door to her bedroom.


Katara was running out of the cave where the fight had occurred. She had just seen Aang, the Avatar, the last hope of humanity, get shot down with lightning by Azula and she was scared for her life. When she did get out of the cave, she was met by Sokka and Toph who were on top of Appa.

"Katara, jump on, we don't have much time!" Sokka cried while trying to steady Appa, who was also nervous.

Katara jumped into the saddle and shouted for him to go when she heard someone call for them to stop.

"Is that...ZUKO?" Katara cried. "Sokka, we gotta go back and save him!" She tried to get him to stop for Zuko.

"Umm, Katara, no offense, but...WHY THE FUCK ARE WE PICKING UP THE ENEMY?!" Sokka yelled at his sister, who was trying to turn Appa.

"Uh, guys?" Toph interrupted. "Maybe we should make a decision before someone falls off the fucking saddle."

Zuko took his opportunity and used Firebending to propel himself into the saddle. "Alright, guys, thanks for waiting. But we gotta get the fuck out of here."

Sokka begrudgingly commanded Appa to start flying away from the city walls.

"Ba Sing Se has fallen," Zuko said to the crew as the walled city moved further and further behind them.

A few hours later, Sokka found a nice patch of land to camp on for the night. Although, the group wouldn't be getting much sleep that night.

They were gathered around the campfire when suddenly he noticed something was off.

"Hey, wait a minute...where's Aang?" Sokka asked, looking around for his friend who he had not realized was missing until they landed.

"Actually, yeah. Where is Aang?" Toph wondered. "Wasn't he with you, Sugar Queen?" She looked at Katara who just had a blank expression on her face.

"Katara…what happened back there? In the cave? I-is Aang…" Sokka asked the question that first came to his mind when he realized that his friend was not with them.

"I...I don't know," Katara began. "I just saw that bitch strike him down with her lightning and then everything was going so fast that I don't-I don't know if he's alive. I don't know if he's dead….All I know is that he's not here and it's my fault...I should have done more. I…I wasn't strong enough. I just wasn't fast enough." She sobbed into her hands as Zuko made a move to try and comfort her, but was quickly stopped by Sokka who moved to protect his sister from him.

"Don't even THINK to go anywhere NEAR my sister after all the things you've done to her!" he commanded at Zuko, "after all the times you've hunted us down and tried to kill us!" He held his sobbing sister close to him.

"My fault?!" Zuko said to Sokka, who had gotten up into his face. "How the fuck is it my fault?! I didn't shoot him with lightning! I didn't do any of this. If you have anyone to blame, it's my crazy ass sister! Don't you dare pin this on me!"

"Look, Scarface," Sokka retorted, "I don't know what kind of scheme you're up to, but you don't belong here. You have done nothing to deserve being here. All you have done is hunt us down from the bottom of the fucking world. And now that Aang's not here, look who decides to show his ugly ass face? Let's think about it...oh wait...IT'S YOU!" He then shoved Zuko to the ground and kicked him.

Zuko, also fuming at the situation, retaliated, kicking Sokka in the legs and making him fall down. "Once again, you ice brained idiot, I didn't do anything!" he claimed. "I'm sorry I hunted you down for all that time, I really am. But I didn't kill the Avatar, I swear!"

Zuko punched Sokka square in the jaw, sending the Non-Bender to the ground.

"Oh, you done did it now, Fire Nation scum..." Sokka fumed.

He leapt from the ground and charged the Firebender, who was ready to block his attack. Punches and kicks were exchanged between the two before a barrier of rock formed, separating them.

"WILL YOU BOTH JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP?" Toph boomed as she tried to restrict the two angry men from killing each other. "Look, we've all had a very long and a very exhausting day. How about we all just get some sleep and then tomorrow we try to regroup and figure out the shitshow that was today, alright?" She gestured to Katara who already had her tent set up, ready to sleep.

"Alright, fine, I'll go to sleep," Sokka said, "as long as Sparky over there goes to sleep on his side of the wall."

"You know what?" Zuko flared. "Fuck it! I'll just sleep over there where you aren't." He grabbed Aang's sleeping tent from the saddle and set up his stuff far away from everyone else.

Seeing that everyone is settled and not moving anymore, Toph sighed, created an earth-tent for herself, and walked inside of it, closing off the entrance and hoping to get some kind of sleep. She didn't know what she was going to be waking up to in the morning, but she did know that she was going to have to face it, regardless of whether she got any actual sleep or not. She hoped that it was the former and not the latter, but these days it didn't seem like things were going her way. Or, anyone's way, for that matter.