Hi! So, I'm sorta back, but not really. For the past little bit I've been making up Many Stories but not really writing them down? But, now that this website isn't as popular as AO3, I thought it safe to just share some of my little one-shot stories. These ones are all AUs, but they're fun for me to think about, and I thought I'd share them with you. Huzzah :)
Just a story I made up where Aang's an assassin. Yeah. Fun times. In the end I had him rescued by Gyatso's organization, but things were very strange. Oh also he eventually had to save people with his Mad Assassin skills when his old masters showed up again. Yeah.
It's dark, and he knows what this means. It means the king, who was only minutes earlier finishing up some 'very important business' about the new security guards and making the palace more secure for his child who will be born next week - if things go well - is now asleep. He tries to be healthy, this king, and he doesn't want to be awake for too long. If it's time to sleep, it's time to sleep, and it is now the darkest part of the night.
He's been given a knife, and he knows what this means. It means his company doesn't want others to know that they're being involved with this one, probably because the king is popular. It means it's going to be a very very long night, and it's going to be messier than usual. He sighs. He hates messy nights.
It's silent, and he knows what this means. No one has given the signal yet, and he's only a little worried. Earlier, there had been a big fight, and it caused some tension. He hopes things can recover and go smoothly. He's not sure how much longer to wait before acting by himself.
A guard is walking around the palace, and he knows what this means. They're not coming. The idiots. Couldn't they have put away their grievances for one small moment? This is kind of important, and he doesn't want to be alone. He will, of course he will, but he doesn't want to. He thought he had clearly stated that earlier, but he supposes it doesn't matter as much as he hoped it would. He will need to go alone. He sighs, slowly, watching his breath rise far, far away. He hates going alone.
The king's wife - or the queen - is a very light sleeper. He tries extremely hard not to wake her. He has a message to deliver tonight, but it is not to her. He hopes he won't need to deliver it to her. She seems nice enough - he's not sure if she deserves it. Plus, she's about to have a baby. It doesn't feel right. So, as he goes into the palace, he is careful - more than normal - to not wake anyone else. He breathes a sigh of relief as he pulls up outside the king's room. Wherever she sleeps, he did not wake her. He did not wake her.
He opens the king's door. He knows the king sleeps in the bed in the center of the room. He knows he is to deliver his message, make sure it is written, and leave. Quietly, he pulls out his knife. It is a very simple job, one he has been given many times. He smiles, because he has gotten this far, and that in of itself is an accomplishment.
Yet, while he knows many things (that it is dark, that he has a knife, how to tell if his people have abandoned him, that the queen can hear anything, that the king sleeps in the center of the room), he does not know that the queen, since she married the king, has slept with him. Of course, he should have, he muses, as she shoots awake and out of the bed, shouting for her husband to wake up, wake up, because that's what most couples do, but he did not know that.
He sighs as he pulls out his knife. He has a message to deliver, and this is one of death. This is one of 'you must give up, ye foolish foolish kings,' and he had not wished to deliver it to the queen, as well. Or the servants who are now running to save their glorious leader. He sighs again. It will be messy. He hates it when it gets messy.