An AU where Asami's mother unknowingly lines up the stars when she refuses her daughter be homeschooled and finds a too-big-for-this-town girl from the Southern Water Tribe (who may or may not know she's the Avatar yet) to be her penpal. / Or, a krew finds each other as kids story.

There's no better place to convert than in a dingy alleyway as you breathe your last breaths. Or, Mako thinks he's dying. He doesn't know what that means. Or, The author was having an existential crisis, and is hardcore projecting.

Because Ozai married a non-bender and fate withholds its gifts for strange reasons - Zuko is born without a spark in his eyes and grows without a fire in his veins, but he is always the one who gets burned. (This story has been adopted by Prince Zukos honor on Ao3)

Zuko is 84 when he finally retires as Firelord. His hair's gone white and his joints hurt, but he's spent 67 years of his life on the throne and he's going to take a vacation if it kills him.

Zuko's always hated portrait days. Or maybe it was just the people in them.

(Part One of The Way of Tea) The general watched his niece and nephew closely. The struggle between good and evil was reborn in them; both of them. The question now was who had the power to restore balance to the world, and who had the power to destroy it. It was a question he would have to answer. And once he gave an answer, it would become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

In an a dusty Earth Kingdom village, a house made for four is left with a mother, her son Lee, and unresolved issues over a Fire Nation prince.

The arrows rain down a little faster and the Blue Spirit finds himself on the other side of Pohuai Stronghold. Zuko is trapped in more ways than one. [Canon divergence from s1e13 The Blue Spirit]

The dragon was supposed to stay hidden until it was big enough to defend itself, but Druk didn't exactly want to stay secret for long. If anyone had to find out, at least it was just Sokka. Right?

You know your prey. They are wicked people with cruel eyes and ravenous souls. They are the defeated, the villains, the ones with failed plans and broken dreams. "Again," you tell them, voice a thick mist, "I can let you try again."

The Mechanist lets his son fly, and in that way he lets him fall.

It's going to take more than a little spirit water to bring Aang back from the dead after Azula's lightning strike. Someone has to guide him back. Zuko is the last person anyone would've chosen.

Bite-sized stories of the in-betweens of Avatar. Chapter 3: Sokka is the fun uncle of the gaang, and everyone abuses the fact.

Azula holds onto sanity by hairs. Literally. They break every time, and she pulls again and again and again; and no one ever offers her anything stronger.

They know how to take a life, are expected to and are willing, but that doesn't make it any easier.

Even from those earliest days, Korra had never been truly alone.

"It had all started as a usual morning." - Azula, on the day of her brother's Agni Kai.

Aang and Katara were born with thousands of miles between them, a hundred years apart, and don't even share the same language, but somehow, they still manage to understand each other. After all, a smile is universal. (One-shot set in an AU where language barriers are a thing)

In which Zhao isn't such a hard-headed, suicidal lout, and takes Zuko's hand at the North Pole.

A disease eats at Zuko's mind and slowly, but surely, picks apart the man Izumi calls her father.

Part 2 of 'The Avatar and the Firelord'. The letters are a snapshot into the years Aang and Zuko spent apart, and even the Firelord can't stop time from burning.

Oleander, snakeroot, belladonna, white jade; it's the poison in his teapot and the cyanide on his plate. Zuko learns his killers by name.

After finding a certain poster, Sokka tries to learn something new about Zuko. Instead, Sokka learns that he did not judge Zuko's boundaries as well as he'd hoped. And he learns this by crossing aforementioned boundaries.

Toph doesn't manage to get back to the temple after Zuko burns her feet. They have a nice talk.

If you've ever gotten a hold of the A:TLA unaired pilot episode, you'd know things. You'd know about how the Avatar State was reworked and how Katara almost wasn't Katara and about a certain prince's pet that never made it off the cutting-room floor.

The Avatar is late. And the world doesn't wait for him.

In a tale of two Irohs, Iroh II decides that the knife that has been passed down to him is in the wrong hands.

What other options were there? Phone calls were risky, text messages could kill you, the Internet was a no-go and Iris messages ain't cheap. Pen, paper and a pretty reliable postal service; that's all they had. So welcome to the Mailroom.

And to drive an airship, apparently.

His blood runs cold as he opens the door to his old beach house and offers his past on display.

"Before today, Ozai was just a faceless, vicious, tyrant; and even then, that was enough to keep us awake at night. But now, he's invincible. There's no reason to doubt it. We can't afford to think like that. I'll give you a reason. I'll make him crack. I'm sorry." Post-Comet, Oneshot.

It'll come true, at least in his case they always did, but the world has a special way of making sure he runs to hell and back before giving him anything.

Sozin's Comet passes the horizon, Azula's left in chains and the crown finds itself atop Zuko's rightful head. That's what happened, but not as simultaneously as you'd think. The rules of Agni Kai are quite convoluted, and the battle may be over but Zuko can't call himself victor just yet.

Zuko's fate could have diverged either way on many occasions. Under the catacombs. At the North Pole. On the day of Sozin's Comet. But when the scale tips the other way the day it all started, the day of the Agni Kai, he finds that destiny is not done with him just yet.