AN: My Tyzula Advent contribution, about a cute and dysfunctional canon Tyzula family.

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"I'm scared," Anka whispered, wrapping her arms around Azula.

She had invaded her parents' room. If Azula knew what she was getting into, she did not know if she would even have a child. No, that was a horrible thought; she loved her daughter.

"Well, I can obviously protect you from whatever you fear," Azula said, picking up her daughter and setting her on the bed. She landed on Ty Lee's legs and the acrobat jumped up.

"Whas happenin'?" Ty Lee slurred through her sleepiness.

"I'm scared of the monsters. I woke up and I couldn't-couldn't move and there was a ghost lady with a really long face at the foot of my bed and the palace is haunted!" Anka cried out, reaching out for Azula again. Her mother held her and let her crawl into the bed.

Ty Lee did accept it, albeit with a grimace.

The moment Azula lay back down, Anka smiled to herself.

"You would want the palace haunted, Anka. You love ghosts," murmured Ty Lee, noticing her daughter's very smug expression that she certainly inherited from the woman who gave birth to her and not the one who properly raised her.

"Ty Lee! She is scared and you are traumatizing her," Azula said, which was the standard response whenever Anka did not get whatever she desired.

Ty Lee mumbled to herself, "I'm gonna kill your parents one day," and rolled over and went back to sleep as Anka clung to her.

Ty Lee then smiled to herself, because she was so not angry. She loved it when Azula was maternal and sweet. It was the cutest most romantic thing in the whole world, and Ty Lee so takes credit for her positive attitude occasionally rubbing off on her wife.

Azula went back to sleep.

She could protect her daughter while unconscious.