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Facing An Open Sea. Avatar. Ty Lee/Azula. R.
In Avatar-watching news, I am halfway through the firebending masters episode.
1. I think I'd like Azula more if her face was capable of making more than one expression. Okay, she's badass and evil, we get it. Is the permanent smirk really necessary? Even when she's sleeping or getting her hair combed? Really?
2. omg boys crying! Don't cry, emo kid! My gag reflex when it comes to boys crying in fic is pretty strong, so it's always a little befuddling to see it in a canon. I have to remind myself that a) boys do cry, and b) the Avatar characters are teenagers on a Nick show, so it's to be expected that they're gonna be a little n00b sometimes. There is a little n00b in all of us, waiting to get out. KILL IT WITH FIRE. That's what Azula would do.
3. So maybe that's why Zuko sometimes acts like a character from badfic? I mean, I get that he has a lot of valid problems. Valid problems do make badass enemies more compelling, but then it turns out Azula is the badass and Zuko is the woobie. Over the course of the series, it seems like everyone took a level in badass except for Zuko. He's just never been the same since Ba Sing Se. Now all he does is whine about his family and wanting to fit in, and make out with his girlfriend. Anyway, he's pretty entertaining, and actually beginning to be less of a tool in this firebending masters episode.
4. I like everyone's upgraded looks this season!
5. Bwaha! And the Sun Warriors are Aztec-esque. Well-played, sir!
6. MONKEYFEATHERS lololol. Oh Aang. THINK ABOUT OUR PLACE IN THE UNIVERSE omg oh Zukooooooo.
Last post, I was all like, "Where are the sexy 'The Beach' episode tags??" Then I wrote one. The title is from 'Bells of Creation' by Trail of Dead, which is actually totally all about Narnia. It's about vastness and impermanence, and it's all like, "And I watched as all creation was sang into being," and "And I turned to you and said, 'We should never leave,'/We were changing." And I am like, <3.
Facing An Open Sea
Avatar. Ty Lee/Azula, peripheral Mai/Zuko. R. Warnings: jailbaity sexytimes, spoilers for episode 3x05.
Episode tag to 'The Beach'.
There is a secluded stretch of beach owned by the royal family where the sand is whiter, softer, and the ocean bluer, or maybe that’s just how Ty Lee remembers it. Her memories of this place are overlaid by the way the sun gilds their bodies, the feeling of being weightless in the water, and the pleasant inconvenience of shaking sand out of her hair.
She balances herself on her forearms, moving her legs back and forth through the air in a languid motion, enjoying the stretch. A few feet away, Azula dozes in the shade of a large umbrella. Even in repose, she is beautiful with the potential to strike.
“So,” Ty Lee says. “What do you think Mai and Zuko are doing?”
Azula opens one eye. “Come here,” she says, “and I’ll show you.”
+
There are similar scorch marks on Mai and Ty Lee’s clothes.
“He gets overexcited sometimes,” Mai shrugs.
“She means it,” Ty Lee says.
+
Ty Lee is floating on her back in the ocean when she feels Azula’s hands on her waist. She twists in the water to face her, and Azula drawls, “Careful the tide doesn’t carry you out to sea.” Friendly words that still sound snide: her specialty.
“I’m a good swimmer,” Ty Lee replies.
Azula smiles. Ty Lee knows smiles are supposed to be good things, but she doesn’t really like Azula’s that much. It never seems to express the things a smile is supposed to. “Well, good for you,” Azula says, and pulls her closer.
+
After the flurry of confessions on the beach, Azula claims she’s tired and going to bed, and Ty Lee follows her because she doesn’t want to hang around while Mai and Zuko make out. She doesn’t really think Azula is tired; the girl just has problems dealing with openheartedness if she’s not taking advantage of it.
The path back to their house is dark, but the ball of flame floating above Azula’s palm lights the way.
“Hey,” Ty Lee says softly.
“What.”
“I don’t think you’re a monster.”
The flicker of the firelight exaggerates Azula’s smirk. “That’s sweet. I do think you’re a circus freak.”
Ty Lee feels the blood rushing to her cheeks.
Azula adds, “You said that was a compliment, right?”
“Um, I guess.”
“All right, then.” And just like that, Ty Lee sees Azula dismiss it from her mind.
+
“Do you ever miss your mother?” Ty Lee asks.
“Let’s not talk about my mother.”
So they don’t. She slips her hand into Azula’s, but Azula doesn’t hold it in return, doesn’t even seem to acknowledge it, so Ty Lee just withdraws it again.
+
She wants to ask “How jealous? How often are you jealous?” but she doesn’t. If she thinks about it, it even makes some sense, sort of. Jealousy and desire go hand in hand, and maybe that goes double for Azula, who doesn’t seduce, but conquers.
+
“It’ll be fun!” Ty Lee enthuses. “It’ll be like a double date!”
Azula raises an eyebrow. “A double date?”
“Or something,” Ty Lee mumbles. “Oh, come on, Azula! We’ll bring bean cakes and mangoes and-”
“Oh please. Let Mai and Zuko go on their stupid picnics. I have better things to do.”
“…Okay,” she says, resisting the urge to roll her eyes, “so what do you want to do?”
Azula raises her face to the sun, mulling this over. “I’ll meet you on the beach in ten minutes,” she decides. “Let’s have a duel.”
Ty Lee grins, though she knows she will lose. Whatever. She leaves things like slavering over the honor of victory to Azula and Zuko. She does like giving Azula a good runaround though, and making Azula focus on her.
The picnic can wait.
+
“Don’t come,” Azula commands, and Ty Lee whimpers. She writhes against Azula’s touch and reaches for her, but Azula swats her hands away. “I mean it. Don’t. Not yet.”
Ty Lee slurs her curses and muffles her moans and doesn’t look at Azula’s face. She doesn’t want to look. She doesn’t need to. Ty Lee knows what she’d see: the proprietary light in her eyes, the self-satisfaction edged in lust. Ty Lee likes sex for the joy of it, the sheer exhilaration, but when Azula discovered sex, she acted like she had discovered a new firebending move, and applied herself with the same fearless discipline and air of triumph.
“Azula,” Ty Lee breathes, then Azula does that thing with her fingers and Ty Lee tenses as the pleasure grips her body. She clutches the bedsheets and arches, throwing her head back, and through the bedroom window she can see the upside-down vision of the late afternoon sky.
Azula says, “I told you not to do that.”
“Sorry,” Ty Lee mumbles, still panting. “You’re too good at this.”
“You’re too easy,” she replies, once more giving off the impression that she knows Ty Lee better than Ty Lee knows herself. Sometimes Ty Lee even believes it.
“I-” she begins, and trails off when Azula crawls over her body.
“What shall we do about your disobedience?” Azula purrs, her hand brushing the underside of Ty Lee’s breast, the heat in her fingers already building.
+
Azula leaves her marks where no one can see, which is no mean feat during summer at Ember Island. During summer at Ember Island, people see most of Ty Lee.
The boy she meets at the beach brushes his fingers against the burn scar on her inner thigh, and asks, “How’d you get this?”
“Oh, you know,” Ty Lee shrugs, and changes the subject by letting her strap slip off her shoulder.
1. I think I'd like Azula more if her face was capable of making more than one expression. Okay, she's badass and evil, we get it. Is the permanent smirk really necessary? Even when she's sleeping or getting her hair combed? Really?
2. omg boys crying! Don't cry, emo kid! My gag reflex when it comes to boys crying in fic is pretty strong, so it's always a little befuddling to see it in a canon. I have to remind myself that a) boys do cry, and b) the Avatar characters are teenagers on a Nick show, so it's to be expected that they're gonna be a little n00b sometimes. There is a little n00b in all of us, waiting to get out. KILL IT WITH FIRE. That's what Azula would do.
3. So maybe that's why Zuko sometimes acts like a character from badfic? I mean, I get that he has a lot of valid problems. Valid problems do make badass enemies more compelling, but then it turns out Azula is the badass and Zuko is the woobie. Over the course of the series, it seems like everyone took a level in badass except for Zuko. He's just never been the same since Ba Sing Se. Now all he does is whine about his family and wanting to fit in, and make out with his girlfriend. Anyway, he's pretty entertaining, and actually beginning to be less of a tool in this firebending masters episode.
4. I like everyone's upgraded looks this season!
5. Bwaha! And the Sun Warriors are Aztec-esque. Well-played, sir!
6. MONKEYFEATHERS lololol. Oh Aang. THINK ABOUT OUR PLACE IN THE UNIVERSE omg oh Zukooooooo.
Last post, I was all like, "Where are the sexy 'The Beach' episode tags??" Then I wrote one. The title is from 'Bells of Creation' by Trail of Dead, which is actually totally all about Narnia. It's about vastness and impermanence, and it's all like, "And I watched as all creation was sang into being," and "And I turned to you and said, 'We should never leave,'/We were changing." And I am like, <3.
Facing An Open Sea
Avatar. Ty Lee/Azula, peripheral Mai/Zuko. R. Warnings: jailbaity sexytimes, spoilers for episode 3x05.
Episode tag to 'The Beach'.
There is a secluded stretch of beach owned by the royal family where the sand is whiter, softer, and the ocean bluer, or maybe that’s just how Ty Lee remembers it. Her memories of this place are overlaid by the way the sun gilds their bodies, the feeling of being weightless in the water, and the pleasant inconvenience of shaking sand out of her hair.
She balances herself on her forearms, moving her legs back and forth through the air in a languid motion, enjoying the stretch. A few feet away, Azula dozes in the shade of a large umbrella. Even in repose, she is beautiful with the potential to strike.
“So,” Ty Lee says. “What do you think Mai and Zuko are doing?”
Azula opens one eye. “Come here,” she says, “and I’ll show you.”
+
There are similar scorch marks on Mai and Ty Lee’s clothes.
“He gets overexcited sometimes,” Mai shrugs.
“She means it,” Ty Lee says.
+
Ty Lee is floating on her back in the ocean when she feels Azula’s hands on her waist. She twists in the water to face her, and Azula drawls, “Careful the tide doesn’t carry you out to sea.” Friendly words that still sound snide: her specialty.
“I’m a good swimmer,” Ty Lee replies.
Azula smiles. Ty Lee knows smiles are supposed to be good things, but she doesn’t really like Azula’s that much. It never seems to express the things a smile is supposed to. “Well, good for you,” Azula says, and pulls her closer.
+
After the flurry of confessions on the beach, Azula claims she’s tired and going to bed, and Ty Lee follows her because she doesn’t want to hang around while Mai and Zuko make out. She doesn’t really think Azula is tired; the girl just has problems dealing with openheartedness if she’s not taking advantage of it.
The path back to their house is dark, but the ball of flame floating above Azula’s palm lights the way.
“Hey,” Ty Lee says softly.
“What.”
“I don’t think you’re a monster.”
The flicker of the firelight exaggerates Azula’s smirk. “That’s sweet. I do think you’re a circus freak.”
Ty Lee feels the blood rushing to her cheeks.
Azula adds, “You said that was a compliment, right?”
“Um, I guess.”
“All right, then.” And just like that, Ty Lee sees Azula dismiss it from her mind.
+
“Do you ever miss your mother?” Ty Lee asks.
“Let’s not talk about my mother.”
So they don’t. She slips her hand into Azula’s, but Azula doesn’t hold it in return, doesn’t even seem to acknowledge it, so Ty Lee just withdraws it again.
+
She wants to ask “How jealous? How often are you jealous?” but she doesn’t. If she thinks about it, it even makes some sense, sort of. Jealousy and desire go hand in hand, and maybe that goes double for Azula, who doesn’t seduce, but conquers.
+
“It’ll be fun!” Ty Lee enthuses. “It’ll be like a double date!”
Azula raises an eyebrow. “A double date?”
“Or something,” Ty Lee mumbles. “Oh, come on, Azula! We’ll bring bean cakes and mangoes and-”
“Oh please. Let Mai and Zuko go on their stupid picnics. I have better things to do.”
“…Okay,” she says, resisting the urge to roll her eyes, “so what do you want to do?”
Azula raises her face to the sun, mulling this over. “I’ll meet you on the beach in ten minutes,” she decides. “Let’s have a duel.”
Ty Lee grins, though she knows she will lose. Whatever. She leaves things like slavering over the honor of victory to Azula and Zuko. She does like giving Azula a good runaround though, and making Azula focus on her.
The picnic can wait.
+
“Don’t come,” Azula commands, and Ty Lee whimpers. She writhes against Azula’s touch and reaches for her, but Azula swats her hands away. “I mean it. Don’t. Not yet.”
Ty Lee slurs her curses and muffles her moans and doesn’t look at Azula’s face. She doesn’t want to look. She doesn’t need to. Ty Lee knows what she’d see: the proprietary light in her eyes, the self-satisfaction edged in lust. Ty Lee likes sex for the joy of it, the sheer exhilaration, but when Azula discovered sex, she acted like she had discovered a new firebending move, and applied herself with the same fearless discipline and air of triumph.
“Azula,” Ty Lee breathes, then Azula does that thing with her fingers and Ty Lee tenses as the pleasure grips her body. She clutches the bedsheets and arches, throwing her head back, and through the bedroom window she can see the upside-down vision of the late afternoon sky.
Azula says, “I told you not to do that.”
“Sorry,” Ty Lee mumbles, still panting. “You’re too good at this.”
“You’re too easy,” she replies, once more giving off the impression that she knows Ty Lee better than Ty Lee knows herself. Sometimes Ty Lee even believes it.
“I-” she begins, and trails off when Azula crawls over her body.
“What shall we do about your disobedience?” Azula purrs, her hand brushing the underside of Ty Lee’s breast, the heat in her fingers already building.
+
Azula leaves her marks where no one can see, which is no mean feat during summer at Ember Island. During summer at Ember Island, people see most of Ty Lee.
The boy she meets at the beach brushes his fingers against the burn scar on her inner thigh, and asks, “How’d you get this?”
“Oh, you know,” Ty Lee shrugs, and changes the subject by letting her strap slip off her shoulder.