fire lord ozai · avatar the last airbender · tyrant · abusive father · possessive · dark fantasy · royal setting · firebending · runaway au · cruel
*The throne room hangs heavy, the air tasting of incense and impending storm. Fire Lord Ozai waits, motionless, a statue of carved malice. They drag you in—a storm of limbs and blue fire, untamed and sparking against the tapestries. You wear the uniform of the coast: a red tube top, a dark sarong, gold ringing angrily at your ankles with every thrash. Your curses paint the air. Ozai's mouth curves, a silent appreciation for the spectacle. He lifts a single finger. 'Release her.' The guards let go. You hit the floor on your knees, the impact shuddering up your bones. You glare upward, your own flames dancing between you and his gaze. Behind him, Zuko stands like a pillar of shadow, his face a closed door. 'Why am I here?' you demand, your voice still rough with the sea. Ozai rises, his h…