O cry Muse, of the tragedy laid on mountain feet, and the long years of rage, wrath and hate to follow the ones that share the blood of name Todoroki.
Because the wrath of every one of the spawns of Rei Todoroki carry and shapes who they are, well, the three elder ones follow the rule, it is still to be seen what paths the youngest can take besides clinging to those he loves dearly.
Not that Enji ever really sees that side of his son, both youngest and eldest daughter vanishing into the night after months of the... incident.
Failure weighting heavy on his back, insecurity coming with it, how could he not act up, how could he not be better and let them... let them act out their own deaths so viscerally.
Sekoto Peak was forever frozen, forever containing the ashes of mother and first son alike.
Boreas and Dabi would like that kind of thinking with a little more time of course, time enough to have the perfect opportunity.
Natsuo can only sigh, his family always so dramatic... but Fuyumi was right. Neither of them would be safe in that house without their mom saying, and Natsuo would bite the fingers off someone before letting go of the opportunity and comfort of the Todoroki fortune.
Demeter hums and sings when she gets a breath in, fight warming the blood on her veins like no other could, memory of the time when she would stand besides her twin and listen to their father teachings singing in her mind as she continues, as she feel that she can be herself instead of the caretaker she was being molded to be.
And Shoto wanders between trash mountains of the beach or the least bright corners of Mustafu, black and red hair unassuming as it is mirrored in his sister, and he wonders too, because he is free to do what he wants... but what does Shoto want?
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Number 3.Ā Our muses are in an abusive relationship and things take a turn for the worse.
Trigger Warning:Ā Abuse
Red. Black. Blue.
His world is smeared with these colors, painting his already marred flesh and leaving everything else behind until itās all he sees; all he knows. And really thatās just fine with him. He embraces this new home of his and how alive it makes him feel with every split lip and cracked rib.Ā
Itās not so bad, he always ends up reasoning, itās not like heās the only victim.
His bruises are there to match Camās after all.
Though with the metaās paler skin, they light up in a whole different way.Ā Prettier, Zuko thinks to himself on one of those days where heās finally got the squirming meta down and pinned underneath him. Usually he abstains from words like that āĀ especiallyĀ when referring to Cam (Agni knows, he didnāt need the ego boost), but he canāt help but think that the colors look so much more attractive on Cam than they do him.
Red is his favorite he thinks, and heās not sure if itās a throwback to his old life or not, but whatever the reason, he loves how deep the color looks running down the side of Camerons face. Or how it floods from his nose after a good punch and turns that white smirk of his pink, just like itās doing right now.
Theyād been in the middle of tossing each other across the room, backs against walls and spitting out insults around the metallic tang of blood in their mouths. It was merely by sheer luck that Cam had tripped on his footing and Zuko had managed to tackle him to the ground. But he hasnāt done a thing since heās pinned him, just stares at the reds and blacks and blues. Like Cameron's some kind of broken ā not to mentionĀ grotesqueĀ ā painting that he's not sure heās proud of.Ā
The only thing that pulls him out of his speculation is the grating voice of the man underneath him.
"And just what areĀ youĀ looking at princess?ā Cam mouths, straining to lift his head up underneath the weight of Zukoās palm on his neck.āTake a picture, itāllĀ lastĀ longer.ā Zuko scowls, eyes narrowing as he tightens his grip a little. His hand was being used to anchor the asshole down more than anything, but putting Camerons windpipe under a little duress was never a bad idea. It definitely shut him up.
"I have no doubt about that." He ends up retorting, eyebrow lifting and voice detached, like he wasnāt a hairpin away from strangling someone. "In fact, I sort of have evidence proving just that, if last night is any indication. Maybe thatās the real reason Artemis wouldnāt take you back, huh? Not up to her standards?" It holds double meaning. He knows. They both do.Ā And that āĀ thatĀ sets Cameron off, wipes that smirk clear off his face, and if Zuko didnāt know any better he would say he was snarling at him.
Good.Ā
Heās satisfied and a little short of cocky until Cameron gathers the strength to shove him off, and before Zuko can even get his bearings, heās being slammed, head first, down into the concrete floor of their dingy apartment.
Despite the thrum of pain surging through his head, instincts kick in and he tries to gather enough momentum to jump to his feet. But Cam has other plans, clamping his hand around Zukoās throat and slamming him against the floor again just for good measure. It hurts, but he doesnāt make a noise, just takes it in and glares defiantly up at someone who could snap his neck any moment.
The sneer on the Camās face screams the promise of payback, but itās not anything Zuko isnāt accustomed to by now. Who knows, maybe he wanted to be punished, maybe he wasĀ askingĀ for it.
Doesnāt matter even if he wasnāt because clawing at his hand does no good, heās iced up now and no matter how much he tries to scratch and pull, Zuko just canāt get a good grip on him. But the loss of airĀ isĀ starting to make him dizzy, so he tries kicking up at his torso to no avail. The last ditch effort of resistance only makes things worse for him; the grip on his throat is getting tighter by the second and Cameron looks crazed with the power he has over him. Zuko can actually feel himself choke around his words. Itās pathetic, but he also kind of likes it.
"Whatāsā" He chuckles, something raspy and weak. "āWhatās the matter Junior? Canātā" Shit, it was really getting hard to swallow." āCanāt take theĀ heat?" And of all things he smirks. He fucking smirks and Cameron smirks right back. God, they really were a pair.Ā
"You think youāre so fuckingĀ smart, donāt you?ā Thereās no tease in his voice, no game to be played, and Zuko isn't surprised. Theyād pushed each other past games a long time ago. There were no boundaries, no breaking points anymore. Theyād been there, done that.
Hell, Cam had literally shoved himĀ offĀ aĀ buildingĀ once just to see if he could break more bones thanĀ 'last time', this was tame in comparison.
Then, just when blackness starts to crawl into the corners of his eyes and he thinks heās going to pass out, Cameron lets go. Zuko gasps and coughs, heated hand flying to his neck to ease the pain away. But thereās no time to recover and the next thing he knowās he was flying across the room, courtesy of Camās more ice-bulked arm, smackdab into the wall.
"Oh no. Youāre not getting offĀ thatĀ easy.ā Through the ringing of his skull, Zuko can hear Cam laughing like a hyena. Man that laugh seriously pissed him offā¦
ābut then again, everything about him did.
Slowly he hoists himself up from the floor. Running the back of his hand over his mouth does little to wipe away the blood, but looking at it serves to get his adrenaline pumping. Looks like Camās playing hardball today ( not surprising since heād brought up Artemis). The meta didnāt usually use his powers. And if heĀ didĀ it wasnāt for anything more than a thin layer of armor. And for obvious reasons too. Cam played dirty, but if it was an element off, the firebender would definitely win. So he used what he could while Zuko kept to the bare minimum, which was just how he liked it anyway.
Because if Zuko stooped that low, he really was no better than his father (not that he was that far off at this point, but there had to be some divider, there had to be limitations).
So he settled for this. The feel of Camās nose breaking against the bone of his knuckle. The taste of blood on his palette as he got slammed against the wall again andĀ again. Every cut ā every bruise punched into his skin was a step towards feeling alive.
It used to frighten him how far he was willing to go, how far he was willing to hurt, and how much he realized heĀ enjoyedĀ it. But it wasnāt like he cared about Cameron.Ā
Or maybe he cared tooĀ much. The lines were blurred on that one and they never talked about it so it didnāt matter.Ā
Cameron just made him that way, plain and simple. There was no Uncle to guide him and there was no Katara or Aang to pacify him. It was just him, the meta, and the distorted anger that manifested itself inside each landed hit. And as long as he wasnāt hurting anyone besides the two of them he could pretend that he wasnāt like the monsters heād called family. Because he wasnāt doing this to hurt anyone or for power. He was doing this because that was just how it was here.Ā
He was Zuko, son of Ursa. He was the Firelord. And he was aĀ fighter.Ā He did what he had to in order to survive and that was all there was to it.
The sounds of laughter bouncing off the walls ring in his ears even after he lands an uppercut and sends Cam staggering back. Heās heaving for breath now, lungs burning with the effort to keep up, but he doesnāt stop, keeps moving until he has the meta beneath him again with a lazy shove and stumble to the ground. Wrestling him hadnāt proved easy ā damned idiot was slippery all iced up ā but like hell was he giving up now, not when Cam was giving it his all and deciding to not play the coward for once.
Everything that comes next is a blur, starting with Cameron making a very,Ā very, fatal move.
"Boy, I bet your mom would be real proud of you, huh, Firelord?" It's enough to stop his movements so that the only thing he's focusing on is the way the meta's mouth is twisted into a grin. "--Scrapping around with filth like me, grinning andĀ enjoyingĀ it. Oh, I bet sheās turning in her grave."
"Shut up!" He roars, backhanding the meta straight across his mouth so hard that it stings. Exes were one thing, fathers another. But mothers? That was always deathwish material.
Cam doesn't stop cackling though, even when each comment is met with a punch to the jaw, he goes on until all Zuko can hear is the sound of bone against bone. He just keeps punching and punching. Blow after blow, until the meta can't get the word in.
He doesn't even know if the blood flying is from Camās mouth or from his own knuckles and he doesn't care.Ā The scream though. The sudden scream that rips through the air... He knows it isn't his. And he knows why.
He could never forget the agony of someone being burned, nor the smell of singing flesh. Never.Ā
Memories of a room full of people and a painĀ so greatĀ it knocked him out all come rushing at him like a bullet and only thing keeping him tethered are the screams, loud and horrible, echoing around him. They shackle him to reality but he can barely do more than watch the steam rolling off his shaking palms.
The louder they get the more clarity comes to him until suddenly he's falling over himself trying to reach Cameron, to fix this. To take it all back somehow.
Zuko falls to his knees, hands reaching and trying to get him to stop thrashing so he can see but he's blindly violent, whipping his head around as if it can somehow stop the pain. Zuko swallows down his own panic, but with Cam a tortured mess, it's hard to fight the yearning to run.Ā Finally, he manages to rip the metaās hands away, but what he see's in their place sends bile to his mouth.
"Oh, God." He shakes his head, immediately denying. "No, Iā¦ I didnāt mean ā " There's no finishing his sentence, there's no doing anything but looking at the damage heās done.Ā
Blue. His skin was supposed to be a pale blue. It wasnāt supposed to look so--soĀ red. And black -- God, heād charred the flesh. And there was smoke. Like heād tried to use his ice to fix it but he couldnāt focus long enough to get it to work. Zuko's hand flies to his mouth as he tries to contain his own urge to scream in horror. He remembers the pain from all those years ago, how it was so overwhelming and it felt like it wouldnāt ever end. And Cam, he was an ice meta. How was he awake?Ā
How was heĀ alive?Ā
Was that whatĀ heādĀ looked like back whenā¦ when his father hadā¦
He canāt breathe. God, he canāt breathe. Cameron's screaming āĀ shriekingĀ in pain and it's all because of him. He burned him. He burned him and he did it on purpose to hurt him and he wasĀ justĀ like father. No better, just another psycho to add to a lineage of monsters. This was it.
This was where he was always meant to end up.Ā
"No. No, Iām sorry. I didnāt mean to, I swear I didnāt mean to." But he doesn't ever get an answer save for more garbled pleas for the pain to stop. Zukoās remaining hand jolts back, like the longer he touched him, the more risk he ran of getting burned himself. Not like it matters, nothing exists outside of those screams anymore. Nothing ever will.
And yet he still says sorry, right up until he canāt take the yelling anymore and knocks Cameron out with a firm thrust of his skull against the concrete. But that doesn't mean the screams stop for him. That doesn't mean that he still couldnāt hear them screeching in his head or that he could see anything beyond the image of burning flesh.
He would never forget them, and he would never forget how horrible those reds, blues, and blacks looked surrounding Cameronās flesh.
Ship it, duh. If it has a shipname then itās an official otp ok
Like Zuko and Cam have a lot of similarities (daddy issues to the max, anyone?). They both really just wanted to be accepted and appreciated for being them, but 99 percent of the time that blew up in their face. One of the big things that Iāve noticed is that they define their self worth on how useful they can be to those important to them. Again I go back to talking about their dads. Itās clear from what Iāve seen of Cam that his self-esteem stems from his dad thinking him useless and a failure. Cam hides this with bravado and a āfuck it im awesomeā attitude while Zuko is sort of the opposite. He lashes out, yells and gets upset over the fact that his dad thinks heās not worth much instead of burying it down. Heās open about it in the right circumstance, willing to admit that he sucks while Cam pretends heās the best thing in the world even though they both feel shitty deep down.
But while they have these similarities itās clear they are still very different people. Cam seems like heās very into self-preservation, look out for numero uno and only help a stranger if thereās something in it for you (there are exceptions of course, but very few). Zuko on the other hand goes out of his way to help/protect people even if heās risking his own neck. He doesnāt care, heās not scared of getting hurt or getting into trouble and he wouldnāt think twice about putting his life on the line if it meant helping someone who needed it (he has self preservation too but not enough to put himself before others who are in immediate danger).
And while they both are grey area characters, they are pn different sides of that spectrum. Which is why half the time they fight. Zuko is a goody-goody and Cam is a criminal and doesnāt really see anything wrong with that. Theyāre both willing to budge one way or the other depending on the situation and they donāt exactly talk about the whole āgood vs badā thing, but when they do they butt heads.
Thatās only half of why they fight though. The other half is self-loathing, plain and simple.
Even if they wonāt admit it to themselves, the reason they can go from chill to throwing punches in .5 seconds is that they see themselves in each other. And the fact of the matter is that they do not like themselves deep down. They feel pathetic and useless and like they canāt do anything right no matter how hard they try. So they take it out on each other. Itās a masochistic way of punishing themselves even if they donāt realize it and they donāt hesitate in insulting each other because itās something they think they deserve. Projecting their hatred onto each other under the guise of āYouāre the good/bad guy so I hate youā is an easy way to escape the self-loathing.
Thereās also the silly bit of stuff I like about them. How Cam is sleezy and coy and has no filter and can rile up Zuko pretty easily. How he actually brings the more angry and violent side out of him and makes Zuko not feel bad about throwing punches. I donāt get to play up Zukoās darker side very much and this ship letās me bring it out which is a defintiely interesting dynamic to say the least. And thereās also the fact that the two knuckleheads never really had friends growing up, or praise, or good relationships in general aside from a very select few so when they decide to throw each other a bone once and a while itās nice and confusing for them because they donāt handle compliments all that well.
I think with what me and Cam have going, the ship is going to be full of angst, anger, resentment, and maybe learning to accept themselves a little better once they realize why they rag on each other all the time.
AND THATāS ALL THE COHERENT THOUGHTS I HAVE FOR THIS SHIP RIGHT NOW IāM DONE OKAY BYE
