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emkini · 1 year
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I like to think Iroh and Lu Ten hoarded literally all of the royal family’s buff genes. everyone else got twigged because Agni knew they’d be too powerful if they had tree trunk legs
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44um-theannoyinggirl · 3 months
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Crown Prince Lu ten and his little cousins
I need more of him and his relationship with fire sibs
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fabdante · 3 months
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i'll probably do another little comic tips and tricks type thing like i did with that other comic timelapse i did (perhaps on tampering expectations and being flexible) but for now, here's this one also because i've been slacking on time lapses
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big fan of the Lu Ten lives and is surviving in Ba Sing Se as a regular dude AU. I am having many thoughts about this 👁️👁️ concocting my own fictional universe and furiously bouncing it around in my brain, if you will
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azulas-daddy-kink · 1 year
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In no particular order, here are my least favorite AtLA/LoK half-baked fan theories:
- The old lady who heals Korra after she washes up on the beach is actually Azula (she looks nothing like her wtf?).
- Sokka is Suyin’s father... no. Just no.
- P’Li / Ming Hua is Azula’s daughter.
- Asami is Azula’s granddaughter.
- Lin Beifong must be a lesbian (you know, because she can’t just be single and childless, there has to be a “reason” for it).
- Ty Lee being part Air Nomad.
- Autistic Zuko / Azula. 
- “Azula has [insert heavily stigmatized mental disorder here] because I read a Web MD article about it.”
-  Ozai had Lu Ten killed.
- 8 year old Azula murdered Kya... somehow. (Yes, this is a real take).
- Azulon actually told Ozai to kill Azula, not Zuko.
- Azula “slept her way to the top”.
- Iroh is Azula / Zuko ’s biological father, not Ozai.
- Azula knew Aang was alive from the very beginning and purposely took Zuko home with her so that she could set him up to be the fall guy (in which case, why did the conversations in her bedroom and by the turtleduck pond even happen???).
I’m sure there’s more but these all came to mind lol
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Tadashi Hamada, Tensei Iida and Lu Ten are the same person.
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shadelorde · 3 months
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“Iroh deserved to have his son die!” Is an idea I’ve seen once or twice in here.
Do you not fucking understand what you’re saying? That not only does someone “deserve” to go through the grief and pain of losing someone they love, someone deserves to die (in this case, his KID) to teach their loved one a “lesson?”
This is literally the rhetoric that Azulon uses. You don’t fucking think that Zuko deserves to die to pay for Ozai’s shittiness. Why do you think Lu Ten deserves to die to teach Iroh a lesson?
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There's no such thing as too dead to participate in Avatar: Year of the Dragon.
Prompt list here. Event rules here.
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ilikepjo24 · 7 months
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Lu Ten is feeling agitated at his uncle Ozai for being a jerk to his dad and is sitting alone before his cousins spot him and demand him to play with them. He glumly nodded and they proceeded to take him to their bedroom to have a pillow fight. Lu Ten is easily out matched against the pair and is left laying on the floor claiming he’s accepted the fact of never recovering from the shame and humiliation of losing the battle. Ursa called Zuko and Azula to tell them its lunchtime and the two quickly sprinted off, leaving Lu Ten to smile warmly at the notion that even if he’s not happy at least his cousins are.
That's so adorable 😭😭😭
Baby Azula and baby Zuko being babies and having fun playing games with their cool older cousin is everything. It would make my day too, if I had the chance to experience it.
Thanks for the ask!
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robstetrician · 1 month
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my day be so fine and then I leaves from the vine. falling so slow. like fragile, tiny shells. drifting in the foam. little soldier boy. come marching home. brave soldier boy. come marching home.
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theduckeminence · 1 year
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Hmmm yes. Au in which Lu Ten is an earthbender who faked his death to avoid disgracing his Nation and family, ran away into Ba Sing Sa where he lived a new life in the lower ring, befriended new people, fell in love with a Dai Li agent. Only then for his life to be interrupted by the Avatar and his father and cousin being in the same city as he was. Chaos ensues.
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mikewheelerscloset · 2 months
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a little part of me died when leaves from the vine instrumental played during Lu Ten's funeral
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goldenavenger02 · 27 days
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brave soldier boy
For @badthingshappenbingo. Prompt: wiping the other's tears away
"You don't need to be like uncle Ozai or Azula," Lu Ten finally said, watching as Zuko tried his hardest to blink back tears, "because you can be like aunt Ursa, or my father or me. You don't have to be rageful."
"I wish I was going with you."
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Lu Ten couldn't help but smile as he watched his cousins firebend in the training yard.
Azula was a marvel, a firebending prodigy at just nine years old, who would grow up to do great things for the Fire Nation; her flames burned bright blue with heat whenever she lost her temper, but he had confidence that she would conquer that temper like she did with every challenge that came her way.
He wasn't the first person who had stood back to watch her calculated, timed movements and knowing that regardless of what position she would hold in the Fire Nation, she would hold it with both fury and grace.
Zuko was very good for an eleven year old in his own right; his flames had come in later than Azula's, but he made up for it with his wit and quick actions in the training yard even if that meant that his foot was pointed the wrong way or his flames didn't hit the target exactly where they were supposed to.
Regardless of how long it took, Zuko would always complete the task given to him.
He only waited to walk up with his hands clasped together after the last of the flames had gone out, knowing better than to sneak up on a pair of firebenders, "when I get back from Ba Sing Se, you two are gonna be better at this then Avatar Roku himself."
"You were finally sent for? By the soldiers?" Azula's eyes shone bright with the fire she had just been wielding as the pair ran up to him.
"Myself, as well as my father. They are about to break through the outer wall, which means it's time for all hands on deck," Lu Ten explained while crouching down to their level, "we leave in the morning."
"I wish I could go with you."
"As much as I think you would be an excellent warrior on the frontlines, Azula," Lu Ten stopped for a moment, hoping that this war would be over before Zuko was the age of enlistment, let alone Azula, "your duty is here, to the people. You have to keep their morale up, so they don't think that this is a waste of time."
"They would be stupid to think that." Azula shook her head with a smile before walking away, presumably to go play with her friends, Ty Lee and Mai.
"You don't have to lie to me, about my firebending," Zuko said once she had walked away while putting away his helmet, "I'm never going to be as good as Azula."
"Hey, I can't firebend at all, remember? All of this is impressive to me no matter what," Lu Ten argued before leaning on one of the training dummies, "and who said you had to be as good as Azula?"
"Uncle Iroh is the "Dragon of the West", you were first in all of your classes, Azula is a prodigy and I'm…" he sighed, sitting down on the grass, "I'm just Zuko."
"You're right. You are "just Zuko"," Lu Ten nodded as he sat down beside him on the grass, holding his arm out to invite his cousin to lean against him, "I don't know about you, but "just Zuko" can be pretty great too."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive. Because you are quick on your feet, you always get the job done no matter how long it takes, and you are so kind. I know that if you ever become the Fire Lord, that you will rule our people with a strong but gentle hand."
"Father doesn't want me to be gentle," Zuko muttered, pulling his knees to his chest, "he says I need to be tough, like Azula."
Lu Ten had to bite his tongue before he said something distasteful about his uncle Ozai. Despite his father being next in line for the throne, he was also a general and if his father died on enemy lines, the crown would go to his uncle.
And despite never having been on the receiving end of uncle Ozai's wrath, he knew that if he said something out of line, the punishment would be severe.
"You don't need to be like uncle Ozai or Azula," Lu Ten finally said, watching as Zuko tried his hardest to blink back tears, "because you can be like aunt Ursa, or my father or me. You don't have to be rageful."
"I wish I was going with you."
Unlike his sister, Lu Ten knew that it wasn't because Zuko wanted to fight or to help the Fire Nation but that, even if he didn't know it himself, he was looking for an escape.
Instead of saying that, however, he leaned forward and used his thumb to wipe away the tears on his face before whispering so quietly that he wasn't sure if his cousin even heard him, "I wish I was staying."
When he received no reaction, he knew that he was in the clear and reached into his pocket to pull out the medallion. It had been one of his many achievements in school, finishing first in his officer class. It shined in the golden sun, proudly displaying the goal he had completed.
"You should have this," Lu Ten spoke, setting the medallion in Zuko's palm and wrapping his fingers around it.
"But this is important to you." Zuko protested, but he hadn't pushed it back towards him in retaliation.
"It should belong to someone who is destined to do great things and despite what others might say, you are destined to do great things, Zuko."
He held his cousin tightly in his arms when he sprang up to hug him, feeling the tears soak into his hair and his clothes, "shhh…"
"I'm gonna miss you."
Lu Ten rested his hand on the back of Zuko's head and pulled him in as close as possible, fighting back his own tears as he muttered, "I'm gonna miss you too."
When Zuko finally pulled away, Lu Ten wondered if firebending felt like the pure rage that was cycling through him when he saw where his sleeves had rolled up to his elbows.
And the five pink, fingerprint shaped splotches in his little cousin's skin.
...
He took his time packing.
Realistically, Lu Ten knew that he did not need much. Weapons and armor would be provided, so he took with him what he always took. Night clothes, paper and ink for letters, clothes for under his armor, hair ties and his notebook.
In most cases, the rage making its way through his bones would be written down in that notebook before he ripped the page out and tossed it in the fireplace. A technique that his own father used when his own rage grew to be too much.
But this was more severe than an argument with a fellow recruit; someone had burned Zuko with their bare hand and he had no idea who he could safely confide in.
'Grandfather may see it as an acceptable form of discipline. Father would question everyone in sight and put the two of us in danger. Uncle Ozai...he might have done it himself, he has always been so hard on Azula and Zuko to succeed and if he didn't do it, he allowed one of their teachers to do it.'
Which only left him with one choice, the safest choice.
He made his way to the greenhouse on the eastern side of the palace, the servants side of the palace, and opened the door, unsurprised to see exactly who he was looking for, carefully studying the different plants and separating them out between medicinal and edible.
"Aunt Ursa?"
"Hello, Lu Ten. I heard the news," she put down the stem she was holding into one of the glass jars before turning, her head held high with a small smile like always despite her constant underlying sadness that he could always feel radiating from his aunt, "your grandfather must be proud."
"Can I speak to you? Privately?"
"Of course," she insisted, nodding at the lone gardener who bowed before exiting the greenhouse, "is something wrong?"
"If..." He swallowed, knowing that his next words could be considered in a number of ways, "if someone was hurting one of the heirs to the throne, what would be the best course of action?"
"Treat any wounds, and then make sure that the person who had done it never stepped foot in the palace again. All of the nations, regardless of differences, frown on child abuse." She explained, her voice remaining steady as her hand shook around the stem she was holding, "did someone hurt you, Lu Ten?"
"No, no, I'm fine," he assured her, watching her movements still as she plucked the green and blue leaves from the plant she was holding, "I was speaking to Zuko and Azula earlier, letting them know that my father and I are leaving in the morning and...Zuko had these burns on his wrist."
"As much and as hard as he practices, that is inevitable."
"They looked like fingerprints, Aunt Ursa."
She dropped the plant she was holding and looked directly into his eyes, "Lu Ten, are you sure?"
"I swear on Agni itself."
She nodded, brushing a few loose hairs behind her ear before sealing the jars and turning back to him, "please send him to me. You should be getting ready, I will speak to him."
"Okay."
"And Lu Ten?" She added, forcing him to turn back to look her in the eyes again, "make sure that Azula and Ozai do not hear anything about this."
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He had been too busy to follow Zuko to where his mother had been waiting for him in the infirmary. He still had to confirm location and tactics with both his father as well as the othet soldiers, even if he wished to take out all of his weapons training on the person who had done this to his cousin.
But, just as he was following his father to the travel cart that would take them to their boat in the first rays of sunlight, he couldn't help but watch as one of Azula and Zuko's firebending teachers left with his luggage all while Ursa watched from the entrance with a glare that put fear into his heart.
His aunt Ursa was terrifying in her own right, but as he tossed his luggage into the cart and sat next to his father, he couldn't help but wonder if Zuko had been telling the truth about the marks.
After all, despite how much abuse was frowned upon in the Fire Nation, disrespecting your elders was even more frowned upon; and with the way uncle Ozai always kept a strong hand on Zuko's shoulder, he couldn't help but wonder if the real enemy had been ousted.
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wilcze-kudly · 30 days
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Avatar's cutest kid tournament
Round 2.5
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satanic-saint · 1 month
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I'm about to write the most blasphemous, sexiest Zhao/Lu Ten fic, it's going to be rivals to friends to lovers to strangers
Hurt/Comfort/Hurt, you know. Here's the concept below, I don't care if I get no likes, I just need to scream my thoughts
Lu Ten has an oddly big connection to the spirit world and that alone has lead him to being able to meditate and put himself in the spirit world, and he's actually the reason Iroh wisens over the years. However, due to misguidance of his country and believing this war is to share prosperity and better people who aren't able to help themselves, he still excitedly wants to be a part of his great country's military.
He meets Zhao at boot camp and all while Lu Ten is met with royal respect, he insists in just playing the role of the fellow cadet. He believes this will humble him and guide him on being a better leader for his own future military when he's an old man and finally follows in his own father's steps when the time is right. Because surely Iroh, his wonderful father and general, will surely be Fire Lord one day, many years away.
Zhao doesn't understand him, thinks he's foolish and spoiled beyond belief. Thinks he's an idiot and doesn't know the coming era will be truly based on gained greatness so he better be using his title now. Zhao thinks he himself might even be more revered than a Fire Lord some day.
Lu Ten senses something fascinating about Zhao. Something keeps calling out to Lu Ten that Zhao is tied to the moon. He'll do something great one day and the moon spirit will be looking down on him. And he knows it's meant to be involving the ocean, so he's the reason Zhao chooses to go into the Navy. He thinks it's perhaps for a beautiful reason because Lu Ten himself feels tied to the sun spirit.
One man trusting in the spirits and one man destined to eventually hunt them continously circle each other until one's light is finally extinguished
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