OMG so this is awkward

So it's been months since I updated Always Read the Fine Print on Spirit Deals, & I've kept meaning to come back to it but never got round to so much as opening the document

Just sat down to write today, sure that I had enough of the chapter written that it wouldn't take much work to get it done

Only it seems I was more right than I thought because it turns out I had the next chapter ready to go THIS WHOLE FUCKING TIME??? And it must have been done since before I posted chapter 3, because the date the file was last fucked with is the same as the publication date

But hey! Guess I'll have the next chapter up tonight?

Always Read the Fine Print on Spirit Deals [4/?] - Azula Gets to Bully Her Father (As a Treat)

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Relationship(s): Ozai/Ursa, Ozai & his family, Ozai & his issues

Summary: This fic is about two things:

1) Treating Ozai as an actual character with motivations beyond simply Being Evil For The Sake Of Evilness, & dealing with his relationship with his family.
2) Making him suffer.

OR:

Ozai makes a deal with a spirit. It does not go well for him.

Chapter 1: What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

Chapter 2: Things Go Very Wrong

Chapter 3: Ozai Cries in This One

Chapter 4: Azula Gets to Bully Her Father (As a Treat)

Extract:

The moment her mother walked in, Azula had her face scrunched up in a perfect expression of terrified upset as she hunched over, hugging herself. She even managed a few tears.

“I- I just- I just wanted to s-s-say hi to dad! B-but he- he threw fire at m-me!” She pointed at the scorch mark on the wall, before rushing forward and pressing her face into her mother’s skirts, sobbing loudly and shaking.

Ursa glared at her husband. “What is wrong with you, Ozai?” He opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off. “I know that you can be rather demanding where our children are concerned. But this is a new low, even for you.”

He tried pointing at the very obvious red handprint left on his leg, but she wasn’t even looking at him any longer, concentrating on her daughter. “Now then, Azula. How about we get some mochi and go into the garden, and you can tell me all about your trip?”

Azula pulled away slightly, looking up at her mother with a cautious smile that was as fake as her tears. “That s-sounds lovely, mom. I’d really like that.”

She smirked over her shoulder as Ursa led her out of the room, as he could only watch, too shocked to protest.

He’d taught her to be ruthless above all else, to seek out weakness and attack it without mercy. But she wasn’t meant to do that to him!

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