Here's a new story I thought of; drabbling in the Avatar fandom! These are just random drabbles, any time, any pairing, but no OC's. If you have any ideas or suggestions, PM or review me!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Avatar, and I got this original idea from Caris L. Clearwater of the GONE fandom! :)

Chapter One: Post-War Drabbles

Torture

His eyes fluttered open as he groaned. Waking up was always the worst; waking up after another session of torture. Not physical torture... His friends have been withstanding that for a long time, but he wasn't sure which one was worse. Physical beatings or this. Whatever this was.

She-- a demon, a devil, his disgusting, sick, psychopathic, sadistic torturer drew a long, painted nail across his bare chest, up along his arm, to the shackles chaining him to the bed. Her cherry-red lips drew up into a smirk.

"How was your night?" she whispered. He tried to choke out words that would make her shrivel inside, make her regret what she was doing to him, to his friends, but he couldn't make his tongue say them. He couldn't even find enough saliva to spit in her face. Her smirk widened as she dragged her nails along his throat until blood was drawn.

Azula then rose from the bed and walked out of the room, leaving Sokka alone until the next torture session.

Pity

A long, drawn out scream echoed down the iron halls of the prison, the scream of a man who was haunted by every demon and dark creature imaginable. Suki cringed and covered her ears, but didn't turn back.

"Why do you insist upon doing this?" Zuko whispered. She glanced quickly at the Fire Lord, and then turned her gaze to the tray of food in her hands and then finally back to the padlocked door.

"I don't know," she breathed. "I don't know what makes me show kindness to him. I guess it's just--"

"Pity," Zuko finished for her. "Do you pity him?"

"Maybe that's what it is."

The Fire Lord unlocked the door and then drew away from the Keyoshi warrior. "Make it quick, then, and call if you need anything. I'll be right here." Suki glanced back at Zuko.

"Are you sure you don't want to--"

"I'll stay out here," he said firmly. "Right now, I don't feel anything less then hatred for that man." She inclined her head, and then stepped inside Ozai's cell.

Battle

She kissed him slowly, and then more passionately, far more passionately then anything they had ever done together. Katara drew back, then, leaving Aang looking at her with widened eyes, yearning for more.

"What's the matter?" he asked, concerned, as always. She grabbed hold of one of her hair loopies, tugging it as she did whenever she was nervous. His eyebrows furrowed, and he took her hand in his. "Are we moving too fast?"

"Maybe that's it." The waterbender took her hand back almost instantly, recognizing the hurt in Aang's eyes, but not apologizing. "Maybe we should go a little slower." He smiled then. He could deal with slower.

"Like this?" The Avatar kissed her, lingering his lips over hers for a drawn-out period of time. Katara let him, but her mind was screaming to stop. Her mind was telling her to let him go. Her mind was battling with her heart, a battle of a tattooed, bald Avatar and a scarred, brooding Fire Lord.

She wasn't sure which was winning.

So there was three drabbles to whet your interest (I hope)! If you think I should continue, just review, and review with more pairings and ideas I can use, okay? Thanks!

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