So I haven't updated in who knows how long. I should warn you that these updates are not going to be frequent. I may update it three times in a week (unlikely) or three times in a year (very likely).

As for pairings... I usually prefer the canon stuff, but I have always gone with the ideal of "if it's written well enough, I ship it!" That said, I personally believe I am awful at writing any romance whatsoever. I love the fluff, but I'm terrified to attempt because I naturally dislike it.

As for the length... again, varies. I'd like to do the longer ones, but there's the whole thing with being able to come up with ideas and being able to write them.

Anyway, this is going to be another angsty one with Zuko thinking while feeding turtleducks (a short one, yes, but I'm writing this in school and I don't have much time).

Disclaimer: Do not own AtlA or any of the characters associated with it.


Zuko sat quietly at the edge of the fountain, thinking of the last time he did something like this.

He tore off a chunk of the bread that he had taken from the kitchen, tossing it softly into the pool of water. The turtleducks squabbled and dove after it, seemingly unused to this.

It had obviously been a while since someone fed them like this.

His mother was the one who would always do this with him, smiling and speaking softly.

She wouldn't be proud of him, like she had always said she was before. Not after what he had done.

He kept trying to convince himself that what had happened in Ba Sing Se was necessary. The Avatar was... gone. He was back in the Fire Nation, with his honor restored and respected by all. He had everything he had ever wanted, and more, but...

He stared at his reflection, unsure once again. It wouldn't leave his mind, the look on his uncle's face as he betrayed him.

But he didn't! It was Iroh who betrayed the Fire Nation, not the other way around! That's what Azula insisted upon.

But Azula always lies, whispered the traitorous part of his mind.

He shook his head physically, as though that would remove the thought from his head permanently, and stood. He flicked whatever crumbs that were left over on his fingers into the pond, watching as the ripples spread across it. The turtleducks' squawking increased as they plunged into the water to get tiny bits of bread.

Zuko needed to... well, he needed to do something to either forget about the rage or express it.


The end. This was supposed to be adorable, but then... angst. I seem to like to write that. Oops. Also, don't you love how my AN's are longer than the content? Lovely, amiright?

Anyway, requests are appreciated, and I hope you liked it.

Please review!

-TheInsaneM