Wednesday - The Four Elements

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Hello everyone, I'm still crimson_antics and this is my third day of hosting.

Today's theme is The Four Elements. Your prompts can be about fire, water, earth, air, or a combination of those.

Don't forget the rules:
* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill do contains spoilers, please warn accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass by.

Please think of our codemonkeys and use the following format for your prompts:
* Supernatural, Lucifer +/ Michael, Heaven on fire.
* Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, Earthquake.
* SGA/SG-1, John/Cam, Up in the air.

If none of today's prompts inspire you, feel free to browse through the Lonely Prompts.

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Fill: Any Other Day

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(Only preslash, sorry!)

“You have to be more aggressive!” Zuko shouts. “Firebend at me.”

“I don’t like being aggressive!” Aang protests. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can dodge, you idiot. I know you don’t like violence, but you’re going to have to use it when you face my father. Now, fire!”

Aang takes a deep breath and moves into the form, pressing his hands forward to send a ball of flames hurtling toward the prince.

“Excellent!” Zuko takes a step back, arms flashing up to block the projectile, but his food twists under him. Yelping, he goes down, and the fiery orb whooshes over him.

“Zuko!” Aang runs forward at the same moment the other boy cries out in pain.

Sokka hears the sound and comes rushing from the next room. “What happened?” He scans the scene and drops down beside them.

“We were practicing,” Aang babbles. “He told me to attack him, but he tripped, and–”

“Calm down, Avatar,” Zuko grouses. He struggles to sit up, cradling an arm close to his chest. His face is set in a grimace. “I’m fine.”

“You’re hurt,” Sokka observes, reaching for the bottle of water always at his side for such instances. “Let me see.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Aang says.

“I said I’m fine,” Zuko insists.

Sokka reaches for him anyway.

“Ah! Careful!” The prince jerks away, keeping his injury close to him. “I’ve been firebending since I could walk; it’s not like I’ve never been burned before. But you don’t have to poke at it!”

“I get that you’re trying to be strong,” Sokka says, “but we all need to be at our best. Let me heal you.”

“No.”

“Zuko, stop being ridiculous.”

“Sokka’s right, let him help you.”

“I made a mistake,” Zuko insists. “I messed up; I should have to deal with the consequences. If that had been a real fight, I’d be dead right now.”

Aang pales at the idea.

“Do I really need to get Katara and Toph over here to help convince you?” Sokka threatens. Zuko’s set expression doesn’t change. “Fine. Aang?”

“Right.” He leaves to get them.

As soon as he is gone, Sokka turns back to the prince, his expression softer. “We only have a few minutes. Now, let me see.”

“I’m not going to change my mind just because he’s gone. Ah!” Zuko’s uninjured arm tightens on the other.

Rolling his eyes, Sokka reaches out again, and thankfully the other boy doesn’t pull away this time. Instead, he averts his eyes and reveals his wound. The burn on his left forearm is red and puckered.

Sokka sucks in a breath. “That looks like it hurts.”

Zuko glares at him. “You think?”

“Sorry. Hold still.” Sokka uncorks the bottle and brings out the water. A cool glow shines from it as he concentrates the liquid on Zuko’s wound.

The prince lets out a long, relieved breath as the pain ebbs away. “Thank you,” he murmurs when it is done and Sokka has put the water away again.

“You don’t have to thank me.” Sokka looks at him, taking in the rogue prince, the shaggy hair and scar, stubbornness, determination, and pride. He likes all those things about Zuko, even if he is a pain sometimes. Zuko looks up at him, and their gazes lock for a moment.

Zuko breaks away at the sound of footsteps, muttering, “The others are coming.”

“Yeah.” Sokka shakes himself a little and gets to his feet.