just came across a new azutara fanfics and as a fellow (completely normal about it) sports fan and (even more completely normal about it) azula enjoyer, im now hooked
So i pretended to do this for anatomy and gesture drawing and called it a day
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
i'll leavue the fanfic here so others can enjoy it!
Caitlyn: Yeah, that's what we're doing. In the three days between seasons, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you.
As soon as Zoey sent her anonymous tweet, she sensed her arrival. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and goosebumps rose on her arms.
But she was ready. Rumi was fast, especially like this, but Zoey was no slowpoke, and she was strong.
Perhaps it was the lack of her partner in crimeās presence by her side, or the realization of who she had hunted down, but Rumi seemed almost sluggish when Zoey countered her tackle and brought her to the ground. The wrists of swiping claws were held down in one hand, while her other arm pressed Rumiās well-toned abdomen into the carpeted floor, pinning her body to it. No matter how hard the half-demon thrashed against her grasp, she could not escape. Gnashing teeth bit at the air, trying to find some purchase on Zoeyās body.
Normally, Zoey would allow her partner to sink those sharp fangs into her, but to do so right now would be to accept defeat, and there was no point in Zoey doing that when she was winning.
The room was well lit, but Rumiās face and body still seemed steeped in shadow. Her patterns were a blazing red, and her glowed golden.
To anyone else, she would be a terror to behold.
To Zoey, she was her beloved, her partner in crime, her soulmate.
She didnāt frighten her in the slightest.
She sat down on her girlfriendās bucking hips, bracketing them with her legs. Now completely trapped, Rumi stared up at her, indignant fury burning in those golden orbs.
Zoey smirked. āHey, sweetie. It seems that little experiment worked.ā Rumiās head snapped up again, trying to get a piece of her. Zoey dodged her and tutted scornfully. āAh, ah, ah. Bad girl.ā
Rumi froze, and a whine escaped her throat.
āBut you know how you can be a good girl for me?ā The older girl perked up. Zoey stroked her wrists with her thumb lovingly. āGive me your color.ā Silence followed. āI know you can, Rumi. What color are you?ā
Rumi stayed silent for a few more moments, and Zoey wondered if she wasnāt going to answer her at all. But finally, she spoke, her voice low and rumbling.
āGreen.ā
Zoey squeezed her wrists. āGood,ā she said, pressing her harder into the ground. āNow the real fun can start.ā
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