Felt I should add a warning. There is some Ozula though I attempted to tone it down, but just a warning! Thanks for the wonderful reviews!
"Aang…" The avatar shook from his sweet sleep. Immediately, his hand found soft, disheveled black tresses splayed across his chest. "Aang…" The sound of his name sounded like a heavenly melody from the lips of his perfect princess. Princess Azula's soft breathing began to lull the avatar back to a blissful sleep.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Aang's eyes opened wide, the princess murmured their son's name, but did not stir even as the knocks grew louder. The avatar kissed her forehead before gently moving her form so that he could rise to answer the caller. He could not remember retreating from the palace garden into the woman's massive, crimson bed. Stretching, he smiled as Azula snuggled beneath the covers to regain the warmth she lost.
Finding his yellow trousers, the avatar slid them on without bothering to cover his upper body full of purple hickeys and red lipstick. Opening the door, he shook at the princess's ex-girlfriend's puffy eyes.
"T-Ty Lee, um…." He sputtered, unsure of what to say in the awkward situation.
Both sets of brown eyes looked to the naked, sleeping princess, sprawled beneath her crimson in a deep, calm sleep before turning back to meet one another. Ty Lee heaved and Aang began to reach out to comfort the gentle warrior before blue eyes flashed and a brown hand turned the girl around to meet a comforting shoulder.
"Katara," groaned Aang, rubbing his shaven head, "has the summit started?"
The master waterbender rubbed Ty Lee's back in a maternal manner. "No, but our children wished to see their father for breakfast".
Aang's eyes widened. "Of course!" He answered, readily. "Azula and I will-"
"She's not invited!" Hissed his ex-wife. "Zuko felt it would be unwise for her to see Zaheer".
Anger rolled in the avatar's stomach. Obviously, the fire lord has no problem seeing my children! He thought, furiously snatching his staff.
"Then, I will wait until after the summit," he snarled, noticing the shock on Katara's face.
"Aang, you can't be serious".
"Yes, this is ridiculous! Azula hasn't seen Zaheer in over a year. What harm could it cause!" He growled in a hushed voice to avoid waking the princess. Katara's blue eyes narrowed towards the woman she truly hated before glaring back at the world's hero. Aang's eyes were ablaze for the woman who would have been his killer!
It was I who saved you! She thought, seething. Would she do that? I sacrificed so much for…you! She wanted to growl back.
"Well, Mr. Avatar, your other children will be waiting should you wish to see them…without that evil BITCH!"
A gust of air nearly slammed the door off its hinges, making Azula flail a burst of flame towards her lover. Aang doused the ball of flame with cold tea and a passive wave of his hand. He groaned against the door, making the startled princess rush to him in panic.
"Did something happen?" She asked, her voice straining as she took in the sight of the avatar's crumbling face.
Aang broke in her ams. His sobs increasing in volume until it filled the large room and seemed to pull Azula's soul. A surprising tear escaped her own eyelid.
Why am I crying? She asked herself.
More for herself than her lover, she clutched the grown, sobbing man's head to her bosom allowing his weight to pull them to the floor. She closed her eyes as strong arms wrapped about her waist, making more tears stream from her face uncontrollably.
"Azula-" choked the airbender.
"I'm here". Azula answered with a sniff. "Tell me, what happened? Is it the summit?"
Aang's tears wet her neck and shoulder as he shook his head, bringing the princess instant relief. Though she tried to ignore her feelings, she was fearful of her impending judgement at the hands of her former enemies. Ozai had been given judgement from Aang alone and was only relinquished from his bending. Unfortunately, the world saw his teenage daughter as a perfect substitute and she had little doubt that they would not be as honorable as the man crying against her chest.
"I…I am going to lose them," whispered Aang into her shoulder. "It is punishment. I-I made a terrible mistake. Spirits…my children…Katara".
Azula's eyes popped open at the name. In one swift move, she pulled the avatar's head away from her chest, holding him outstretched to see his face. His eyes were bloodshot and refused to make eye contact with hers. The princess was glad of this as he would not see how his words were affecting her.
"I…" she stuttered, biting her lip. I thought you loved me? You said it and I…I believed…I had accepted…I trusted…
Removing her hands, the princess rose, retreating quickly to grasp her canopy bed's post. She felt light-headed and sick to her stomach.
"My family…" The man continued, helpless from his position on his knees.
Azula squeezed the post as tight as she could manage with one hand and held her pulsing chest with the other. "But…what about Zaheer…and…" And me? She wanted to say, yet could not speak the words.
"I have four children, Azula!" Barked Aang in his agony. "Yes, we have Zaheer, but my other three were all with Katara," he pointed out with a sniffle.
Azula felt her eyes cloud. She should have known better. She could not replace the good peasant. Katara had bared his children first. Azula did not fit the formula no matter her strange feelings. Love was never becoming for her…
"See ya' later, 'Zula!"
Azula gave a low wave to her only two friends before realizing that they were not there. She stood outside of her palanquin with four servants kneeling on either side of the steps of the carriage. She passed them and ascended the steps of the fire temple. At the top of the steps stood the world's uniter in his elegant robes, despite his hair being uncharacteristically out of its topknot and absent of his notable pendant. His face was clouded and full of disdain as she neared him.
Immediately, Azula bowed, her forehead kissing the floor respectfully. "Father, I missed you," she said sweetly, as expected of a proper daughter from a royal lineage that spanned decades of greatness as she learned from the academy.
"Of course, My Prodigy, you have been gone too long. Welcome home".
Azula's heart fluttered as she stood. She had come home empty-handed, yet the avatar was the least of her concerns during the invasion. The princess was hellbent on completing her task and protecting the man who loved her. She cut her eye at the pink sash left by her traitorous ex-lover when they rode the palanquin together in the late hours after her brilliant victory over the invaders.
Fool! She thought on the traitor.
She offered Ty Lee the world, yet it was not enough. She had wanted to own the princess's heart with no clue that Azula was already owned. Sure they had great times together, yet family came first and Ty Lee did not fit the equation according to her father. He was the only one allowed to own her and thankfully, she remembered when the traitor committed high treason against her family name along with her brother and his idiot cunt. All in the name of love.
Selfish, Bitch!
Ordering away her servants, Azula sighed as she prepared for a much needed slumber. She knew the proper lie to give the fire lord for her failure at the Boiling Rock Prison, the air temple and even the earth kingdom.
We're burning it all to the ground, anyway. She told herself, proudly. Oh, Azula, you are brilliant.
She had almost collapsed in exhaustion inside of her indoor wash basin. Grasping a linen towel, she stepped from the shower and began to dry herself. Glancing in the mirror, she screamed at the sight of her mother staring at her nakedness.
"What…what do you want?" She asked the reflection, shakily.
"This war is not yours, Sweetie," said Ursa, softly.
Azula created a fist of fire. "I-I, no you're gone…" She responded.
"Azula," called Ursa, yet the princess turned away from the ghost and flung herself into an unexpected grasp of her shoulders.
"Azula!" Growled Ozai, his eyes livid. This was not the first time he had walked in on his daughter talking to herself. "You, paranoid child! Look at you! You are sick, Girl! You disgust me worse than your weak brother!"
The fourteen-year-old trembled, whimpering as Ozai shook her violently, making her see circles when she looked up to face his disgusted eyes.
"A-Apologies, Father, I'm tired," she admitted, breathlessly.
"Tired? Really? Imagine how tired I am of your FAILURE! I gave you one task. ONE! And you not only failed, but you LIED to me about the AVATAR!"
Azula's eyes widened and she felt the blood drain from her face.
"You knew! Do you take me for a FOOL? You're reminding me of your mother…again".
"NO-" Azula tried to scream before seeing stars from a vicious slap across her face. She would have collapsed onto the floor if Ozai did not grasp her neck with a straining squeeze of his fingers.
"F-Father, I-I am not her," she choked out, grasping his forearm with both hands, attempting to capture air.
He is going to kill me. I have failed worse than Zuko! "Please…" she begged before instinct took over and her hands glowed with a radiant, desperate blue, turning her father's forearm bright red forcing him to toss her like the ugly, earth kingdom doll from Ba Sing Se that she never wanted. Blood burst from her nose in spurts when her face met the tiled floor. Agni! What have I done? She screamed in her head.
She had little time to react or apologize for her actions before pure fear shook her bones. Her father's eyes were set on her form. Azula attempted to scramble away, but felt the cold of the wash basin against her back just before Ozai was at her throat again.
"You have lost your respect for your lord, Child!" He spat, clutching her until she croaked. She had never seen him this angry. Zuko's agni khai had at least left the boy scarred and banished, yet she was trapped and dying. Her father was going to kill her for sure for the embarrassment she bestowed on their family legacy.
"Father, I love you! I didn't mean to! I am your loyal servant," she pleaded, flailing her arms, helplessly. She thought briefly on raising her hand to him again. No, he is all I have. She told herself.
Finally, there was silence. Azula's head fell against the edge of the wash basin, her chest heaving as she grasped for precious life.
"Prove it," spoke the fire lord, much calmer than before.
Azula looked up to see him standing above her, loosening the laces of his trousers as he did so. "Show me your loyalty, My Prodigy. I have protected you from your traitorous family. They left, I stayed. Show me that you are grateful…that you are NOT like your mother". Azula bit her bottom lip, tasting blood from her nose.
Minutes passed slowly before her father finally shook in pleasure and finally loosened the painful grip he held on her hair. A satisfied moan left his lips before he threw the linen towel she had used earlier at his teary-eyed, bloodied daughter.
"You love what I can do to you, Child," he cooed, sweetly. "What I have done for you. Clean up your mess".
With that he left Azula for thirty excruciating minutes. The princess stood on wobbly legs, unable to look at her reflection when she passed the mirror, fearing she would see the woman who betrayed her family first. She would NEVER be Ursa. The woman and her son were weak, but she was strong enough to restore her family's honor alone. Her destiny was to rule and carry on her family's legacy.
Her father was there to meet her and lead her to his chambers without the aid of speculating servants. He did not need them to witness his bare daughter flanking him as loyal as a trained platypus-bear. He owned every inch of her and always would. Of course, as with any teenager, she needed reminding of that fact at times and he was happy to oblige. She was his last hope. Zuko was a lost cause and he could not lose his last family left in his grasp.
"Are you crying, My Prodigy?" He asked, lovingly, helping her unto the crimson bed.
"No, Father," murmured the princess.
Without further words, Azula performed flawlessly for her father, holding back her tears and screams of embarrassing agony. Glancing at a small replica of their family picture on the nightstand, she shook from the fire lord's weight, but managed to stay upright while he panted harshly against her neck, obviously approving of her test of loyalty.
"I love you, Father," she reminded him. "Promise you will not leave me".
Ozai howled against her spine, pausing to speak in hushed tones, "Hush, Child! This is called fucking! A father does not love his own daughter in that way, you, sick girl," he grunted. "This is to teach you a lesson about loyalty. It is needed when your family dominates the earth. Your mother was not fit for the task. But you…" His voice trailed as he began again, stopping after several moments to finish. "You were made to be on your knees, Girl! Owned by me and whomever I see fit for you to marry when I am done with you. There is no LOVE in it".
Azula choked back a gasp, managing to groan. "Of course, Father, am I perfect…again?"
"You were always perfect, My Prodigy," he moaned back, taking her lips in his. "Our family is perfect the way it is".
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Aang pushed inside of the beautiful woman with his entire length, attempting to forget about Katara and his children. He did love them all, but Azula held his heart in her powerful hands. He was in love with the princess and would find a way to keep her in his life along with his children. If Katara wished to be a part of it, wonderful, if not, so be it. His mind was made up.
"I love you, Azula," he moaned repeatedly as he kissed her collarbone softly.
The princess held him between her legs with her back against him, working his erection with slow rolls of her hips atop him. She felt nothing even as the avatar came harshly inside of her. She was a fool once again. She felt ashamed as she fell forward unto her crimson bed. The scent of raw, dirty sex would not leave her nostrils.
"We should ready ourselves for the summit," said the avatar, rolling away from her body to lie next to her.
"Go to your family, Avatar," said the princess in a tone that he had not heard in a while.
Confused, Aang reached for her face. "I do want to see them," he said.
Azula moved before he could touch her, throwing on her robe and tightening her sash around her waist as she rose from bed.
"Azula-" began Aang, sensing her distance. "Did I…do something wrong?"
Azula's jaw clenched. "Yes, you left your family for me. You are an idiot," she announced.
The words were like a vicious slap across his face. "But, you are my family. You and Zaheer".
Feeling her fingers spark, Azula could not attack the man lying on her bed as she had done so easily before. His beautiful face made her falter.
"Don't you understand anything, Idiot!" She snapped, enunciating each word as if twisting a knife. She was always good with words and she was determined to stick it to the avatar as plain as she could. "I am NOT your happy ending! I hate you! I will NEVER be your perfect little housewife! I am a weapon! I killed you before and I would do it again if given a chance! You are weak! You thought because we fucked that I would change?" She gave a haughty laugh for good measuring, trying not to crumble at the hurt across Aang's face at her words. It only hurt more when she laughed. "We are not family…I am a mistake! Go back to your EX!"
"Azula, please!" Cried Aang, standing, he pulled up his yellow trousers as Azula charged her fingers, her eyes full of anger. "Don't do this, Azula. I know you don't mean this".
The door flew open, yet the princess dropped her hands unable to send her bolt to the man she foolishly loved. She could not kill the father of her beautiful son, her savior. He had made her feel again, even if it was for a moment. She was lucky enough to have that. Katara's waterpouch trapped her wrists in burning ice along with her ankles. Azula closed her eyes, she did not want to face her life anymore.
"Katara! Wait!" Cried Aang, hurrying to his love.
"Don't!" Shouted Azula, stopping him in his tracks. "This was never real, Avatar. You have your family. Do what you do best and save them from…me".
Dark tresses covered her face as the princess was led from the room towards her judgement.