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Korrasami: Peaceful Moments~Avatar Week: Grateful

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Summary: She had never realized just how much little things like this meant—just nodding off with the one she loved in the evening. Tiny fic. For Avatar Week 2015, day six: Grateful. Word count: under 400 (shortest thing I’ve ever felt satisfied with xD;;)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own LoK or the characters.

AN: Takes place a month or two after the Spirit World Vacation, I think?? Something like that. +++

Every moment since they had made their relationship official was a wonder to her. Only a few years ago, she’d have never dreamed that they’d be with each other—that Korra would ever reciprocate her feelings—but here they were, snuggled together in the main room of Korra’s home in the Southern Water Tribe. Korra had fallen asleep a few minutes ago, and Asami gently moved her fingers up and down the girl’s arm which was wrapped around her, careful not to wake Korra up.

The pair arrived in the South a few days ago, announcing their relationship to Korra’s parents and to Katara and Kya. Luckily, none of them had voiced negativity towards the relationship. Tonraq had been especially excited at the news, proclaiming that he had always preferred the engineer to the cop boy—a comment which earned a number of laughs. When Korra’s parents had pulled their daughter into a group hug, Asami found herself getting pulled in, as well, to her bewildered delight.

She was so, so lucky. Despite all the horrible things she’d dealt with in her life—she didn’t even want to get into all that now, she was too happy to dwell—right now she was utterly content. Korra grunted in her sleep, prompting Tonraq to peek into the room from the kitchen, and his face broke into a wide grin when he saw Asami nestled into his sleeping daughter’s arm, head resting on the front of Korra’s shoulder. He soundlessly withdrew again, choosing not to disturb the girls. Asami stopped moving her hand and reached around Korra’s waist instead. This was such a peaceful, little moment.

She had never realized just how much little things like this meant—just nodding off with the one she loved in the evening. From the corner of her eye, Asami swore she saw a shooting star in the darkening sky. Idly pondering if she should wish on the star, Asami let her eyelids finally shut, nearly ready to fall the rest of the way asleep herself.

Nuzzling ever-closer to her lover, Asami privately hoped that many more simple moments just like this one were in their future. She smiled as she realized she probably didn’t even have to make a wish.

+++ AN: As mentioned on another story, I know this is pretty late, but it is still within the submission deadline for Avatar Week, so whatever =P EDIT: While I WAS almost done with the Rebirth prompt, I just can’t feel satisfied with it. If I ever do submit the fic, I guess it’ll have to be separate from Avatar Week. And obviously I’m not submitting for Power or Chains, either. So, I did 4/7 prompts that I actually submitted. Thanks for reading them—or even just this one =3 Anyway, I hope you liked this~ Thanks for reading, as always♥

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Korrasami: Banyan-Grove~Avatar Week: Connections

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Summary: Korra hated having to travel alone,especially when she couldn't even call Asami for weeks on end.Realizing she's near the Banyan-Grove Tree, Korra goes to peek in on her wife and gets more than she had even hoped to. Korrasami. For Avatar Week 2015, day four: Connections. Word count: ~2000

DISCLAIMER: I do not own LoK or the characters.

AN: 8.5-10 years post-LoK finale. So Korra is ~30-31 in this, and Asami is ~31-32.

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Traveling alone no longer had much appeal to Korra. It meant not seeing Asami, sometimes for extended periods of time. Sure, when Korra was able to access a phone, the lovers could at least talk, but too often nights passed where neither woman could relax into the solace of their wife's voice. In the past few years, a rebellion of sorts had built up in the lower sectors of the Earth Kingdom. Instituting a new political system was proving much more difficult than Korra had originally anticipated.

Since Wu had stepped down and Kuvira had been imprisoned, Korra and others had worked hard to develop a new government, and prospects were looking decent until two years ago, when the lowest regions of the Earth Nation had felt that they had too little say in the changes to their homeland, and some had reacted with violence. The squabbles had remained relatively controlled until about two and a half months ago, when a dispute escalated into a small clash. Even though the conflict was still more or less localized, there was a risk of it spreading. And so Korra had been sent down to fulfill the peacekeeping role of the Avatar.

While her friends had wanted to accompany her, she couldn't let them unless she was sure she really needed their help. Everyone had their own lives to deal with, after all. Mako was balancing multiple jobs, and Bolin had a new baby girl to care for alongside his wife (he was proving to be quite a sweet father). And Asami, though she tried to join Korra for Avatar business as often as possible, was even more swamped than usual with Future Industries. The unfortunate side-effect of having friends with impressive skills and wonderful personalities was that they all had so much to do all of the time. Korra included. It made sense that her friends couldn't just uproot at any time to travel, even if everyone wanted to help each other and show support. If there was an emergency, Korra could still call on them, at least. As it was, Korra headed out nearly two months ago, alone.

But understanding the occupations of her comrades didn't mean Korra wasn't missing them. Especially her wife. Korra hated how busy the two of them were. Asami's business was expanding more and more and Asami scarcely seemed to have time to relax, let alone assist her beloved in a war zone. Okay, so it wasn't on the level of a war at this point, but still. (And Korra knew Asami would be there in a flash if it came to it)

It was the middle of the night, and Korra lay awake, restless, her arms crossed under her head as she pondered how the members of Team Avatar were doing. The village she had stopped in for the night was one of many in the southwestern region which had very limited access to technology. Apparently, only a handful of the buildings here had electric lights, let alone phones. At least she was closer to the larger cities than she had been in some time. They'd have phones.

It had been more than three weeks since the last time Korra and Asami had the chance to talk. The few times Korra had been able to use a phone, her responsibilities sadly had needed to take precedence. She told Tenzin to keep her other loved ones updated—to make sure they knew she was okay—but there was never enough time for her to call any of them herself. The power suppliers in many of these villages were severely understaffed. The result was that not only did few have much technology, but even those who had it were very selective about when, why and for how long it could be used.

Would it really be so bad to give the Avatar even just 5 minutes to talk to her wife, though? Korra pouted into the darkness, shifting to her side in hopes that maybe she'd fall asleep. Her efforts were in vain, however, as thoughts of her loneliness pervaded her tired mind.

After another half an hour passed, Korra groaned, exasperated by her inability to sleep. Giving up on the prospect of a good night's rest, she slowly got off of the bed. She'd already paid the owner of the inn for her stay, so she figured she could leave if she wanted to, even if the hour was obscure. Shrugging, she opted to do so. Before she left the inn, she wrote a brief note for the keepers, so they wouldn't think the Avatar had gone missing while staying at their place of business. Placing the paper in a readily visible area, Korra nodded at the bright red, blocky lettering, and exited the inn, careful to not wake the other customers.

As she walked through the silent, still village, Korra realized that she was nearing more than just the larger city of Omashu, but that the Foggy Swamp, home of the Banyan-Grove tree, stood between the locations. She frowned in thought, trying to remember how she might get there.

Her speed picked up as she caught sight of an extremely large shadow an hour later. Growing more excited with each step, Korra whipped out her glider and reached the Swamp not long thereafter. Racing through the trees, murky water and thick mud was easier than she remembered it being—perhaps because she knew the place now, or perhaps simply because she had a specific goal in mind this time around. Really, she could have attempted carrying out her objective as soon as she saw the thick roots rising above the ground, but the Avatar felt like looking out over the region from high up on the tree instead.

Once she had climbed up to a high branch, Korra focused her energy intently, pressing her hand on the surface of the tree and closing her eyes to further enhance her concentration. Spiritual energy flared up around where she touched, golden and warm. Toph had told her that this tree connected to more than just the swamp—it could reach anywhere in the world. Now was the time test the idea herself.

Her heart beat fast in anticipation and hopefulness, her mind filled only with thoughts of Asami. Keeping her eyes closed, Korra didn't see the light spread and travel through the groves of trees. She knew, however, that the spiritbending was working. She could feel the energy flow, adding to the exhilaration she was experiencing.

At last an image not conjured by her own head filled Korra's mind. Waves of dark hair peeked out over a thick blanket, and Korra didn't need to think to recognize her own home. A smile ghosted at the corners of her lips when she noticed that Asami was curled up on Korra's side of the bed, and that Korra didn't see her blue pillow. Asami likely was snuggling with it. How cute was her wife? She couldn't even see the woman's face, but the cuteness of the simple image eased her loneliness some.

Over 30-years-old and still quite smitten with her best-friend-turned-wife, Korra let a out contented sigh as she watched Asami, paying absolutely no attention to the passage of time. At some point, Asami suddenly threw the blanket of and sat up in a huff. Korra was startled by this—had Asami been awake the whole time she was checking in on her?

The blue pillow was indeed in Asami's arms, and now Asami bent over to bury her face in it. She nuzzled the silky fabric, then sighed dejectedly and got out of bed. Korra's pillow came with her as she made for the door, being tossed back to the bed before Asami left the room. For the first time since arriving at the Swamp, Korra felt irritated. If Asami went into her drafting room at this hour—whatever the hour was, it surely was not an appropriate one—then Korra wasn't sure what she would do with herself. She worried excessively over her beloved's lack of sleep, whether she was home or not. However, Asami didn't get up to work. Exiting the room, Asami wandered out to the race car track. Korra focused the energy so it would follow her love.

The engineer stood, gazing over the large area for a few moments, and then a soft, nostalgic smile touched her face. She rubbed her arms in the night air to warm them, and then made her way to the car garage. Though Asami had a number of cars which were faster, she didn't hesitate to select the blue Satomobile which she had started using while Korra was away after the Zaheer incident. Korra's eyebrows rose, confused by the choice. Was Asami just going somewhere, rather than going a round on the track? Well, whatever she was doing, it was not exactly a normal hour to do it at, so Korra guessed anything went, shrugging.

Asami lazily drove around, almost absently, then appeared to make a decision, speeding up the car and leaving her property. Korra exerted a bit more energy to keep up with the image of Asami, ever the more curious about what the brilliant woman was up to. Reaching a part of the city where Spirit Vines made up the ground, Asami climbed out of her car, darting into the Vines until she stood before the Republic City Spirit Portal. Placing a hand on her chin, her brow creased in thought. Then, her eyes alight with curiosity, Asami stepped into the portal.

After a moment's hesitation, Korra took her hand off of the great tree, sitting down where she was. Taking a meditative stance, Korra easily entered the Spirit World. Willing herself to where the Republic City Portal opened, Korra was quickly transported there.

Once she arrived, Korra found Asami, standing while watching over the quiet world. As Korra stepped a little closer—though still too far away for Asami to have heard her—Asami suddenly whirled around, a marvelous smile already on her face. In return, Korra's own fond smile turned to an excited one as the two ran to each other. Korra knew she would be able to embrace Asami, though Asami seemed to assume that if one of them was in spirit form, they could not touch, even here. As thus, her green eyes widened as Korra lifted her up in a tight hug. Eagerly accepting that they could touch, Asami wound her arms around Korra, running her fingers through loose brown hair and kissing Korra's forehead affectionately.

Placing Asami back on the ground, Korra kept her arms wrapped around Asami's waist. Both of their eyes were filled with light, shimmering with the intensity of the emotions they felt.

“I found you,” Asami breathed the words, not taking her eyes from Korra even as the Spirit World reacted to the happy Avatar, causing flowers to sprout up all around the two of them.

“I saw you come here and came after you, so I'd say I found you, actually,” Korra laughed before kissing Asami warmly.

“Oh, really? And how did you know I came here?” Despite the bemused smile on her lips, Korra knew Asami was genuinely interested to know.

Toying with the ends of Asami's hair, Korra airily replied, “Couldn't sleep, but I was near the Foggy Swamp, so I decided to check in on you using the spiritual connections the tree there has.”

The smile hinted towards a smirk, “I knew I sensed you somewhere. Your energy popped up, and I felt like maybe I could see you if I came to the Portal, for some reason. Looks like I was right.”

“I'm glad you came here.” Korra held Asami closer again, relishing the presence of her beautiful, quick-witted wife.

Asami chuckled, “I'm glad you followed me. I miss you so much.”

“Me, too. I can't wait to come home.” Of course, for the time being, Korra felt like she was home. Asami was her home, after all. Much more so than any building ever could be.

+++ AN: Yes, Asami knew Korra was coming from behind because I love the idea of her having a SoulMate-SenseTM like Katara had, and she DID demonstrate this sense in the show, so... Soumate sense ;D

Sorry, I got depressed and had school and stuff, so this is now WAY later than I meant for it to be. It was almost done on the right day, but I couldn't finish it... Also, I may be skipping Day 3: Power altogether. I can't decide what to write for it. I'm not gonna force myself to do Power and Chains if I have too much trouble with them, but I'll see what I can do before the deadline on the 7th. Thanks for taking the time to read this and for bearing with me~ And cheers for another crappy title~~

[nashidakyouko]

Reflected Smiles~Avatar Week: Mirror

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Summary: Katara watches Korra playing with the Airbabies and has emotions because of Korra's connection to Aang. Takes place at the start of LoK B2. Mini-fic. I totes could have phrased this summary better, but whatever, I'm tired. For Avatar Week 2015, day two: Mirror Word count: ~450

DISCLAIMER: I do not own AtLA/LoK or the characters.

Sometimes, Katara was overtaken by emotions when she watched Korra. Especially when Korra played with Tenzin's children. She remembered finding it ironic that Aang's immediate successor should struggle so much with spirituality and Airbending. Aang never got to meet the kids who Korra wrestled about with outside. He would have so enjoyed to know them. Katara could so easily visualize her late husband zipping around on an airscooter, racing his grandchildren. But he never had the chance to, and he never would. The nostalgic smile that had graced Katara's face melted into a slight frown at this thought.

Seventeen years had passed since Aang died. When the new Avatar had been found thirteen years ago, Katara had mixed feelings. Of course she wanted to meet the girl and teach her. She hoped they would become close. However, she knew it was bound to cause her pain, too, watching the next Avatar grow up, a piece of Aang in her spirit—and inevitably leaving the Southern Water Tribe to fulfill her duty to the world.

For today, at least, Korra had returned home for the festival, bringing along her friends. Katara was glad to see Tenzin, Pema, and the kids, greeting her family warmly. Everyone had arrived a few hours earlier, and people were now scattered about chatting. Soon enough, Meelo got Korra into a race, and Ikki and Jinora followed suit. The four of them were laughing as the air cut through snow and caused spurts of the water to fly around, quickly soaking the players.

Taking advantage of the kids' being distracted by the sprinkling, Korra made snowballs and threw several rapidly at Ikki. Ikki jumped in shock, and the race suddenly turned into a snowball fight. Both parties used their bending to assist them, which served to make the flurries in the air flare up all the more. The playing field looked more like a blizzard than anything else at this point. Smiling at these antics, Katara was about to try and join in the games—maybe show these kids how to really own their bending—when the flurries calmed down, revealing the kids clinging onto Korra, trying to pull the strong woman to the ground.

That was when an all too familiar crooked grin broke out on the young Avatar's face. The sight froze Katara in her tracks from surprise. How had she never realized that this smile was exactly the same as Aang's? Sure, she'd noted a similarity between the expressions before, but only now did she see that it went beyond a passing likeness.

Ah, she was wrong before. Aang knew his grandchildren quite well. He was right there, reflected through Korra's smile.

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AN: Sorry this is a day late =P We do technically have until March 7th to finish the prompts, so I didn't want to stress about getting this up. I was super busy yesterday, so. Also, unimaginative title is unimaginative. Also, not my best work, please forgive me. I mean, it's not HORRIBLE, but still. Hope you guys enjoyed it anyway? 

[nashidakyouko]

TyZula: Open to Change~Avatar Week: Beginnings

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Summary: TyZula. For Avatar Week 2015, day one: Beginnings (-->Second chances). Azula had been trying hard to get more stabilized for several years, and she feels it's time to pay Ty Lee a visit and try to make amends. Word count: 1975

AN: I know Azula may seem OOC, but her arc was incomplete, and so I think (as does Aang in the comics) that Azula will change. Still snarky and stuff, usually, but that attitude wouldn't fit with what she wants to do here, so she intentionally quashes it.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own AtLA or the characters.

Ty Lee was apprehensive as she fixed her gaze firmly on the ground. She wouldn't look Azula in the eyes. She couldn't. Sure, people were saying that the ex-Fire Princess had been changing as of late, but after all they'd been through, it figured that Ty Lee wasn't just going to jump into Azula's arms the second she saw her. Hands gripping the sides of the chair she sat on, Ty Lee bit her lip to prevent herself from being the first to speak. The two of them had not said a word to each other since Azula suddenly appeared in the doorway.

Scratching her cheek awkwardly, Azula tried to think of something to say. Her default—an array of insults—was not going to help the situation. Nowadays, being cruel wouldn't get her what she wanted. But she didn't have much experience still with how to interact with others without invoking their fear in some way. Of course, Ty Lee seemed to be afraid even without Azula doing or saying anything. Coming to Kyoshi Island was probably a bad idea. When Azula had heard that Ty Lee was there, though, teaching new recruits for the Kyoshi Warriors, she found that she couldn't keep away. Azula needed to see her energetic childhood friend.

Her sharp eyes wistfully appraised her past comrade, taking in her pink pajamas and noting that her hair was loose this evening. It looked like she was planning on a night in; there was a pile of letters on her bed that she probably was planning to reply to. The sun had been setting when Azula arrived, and now only a thin haze of orange clung to the bottom of the deep blue sky.

Sighing, the nervous woman started with the basics. Those would be easier to get right, she hoped. “H-hello, Ty Lee. How goes... the Warrior lifestyle?” Ty Lee fought to keep her gaze down. “May I come in? I was... hoping we could... talk...” It was still hard to keep polite, even with the basics, apparently. Her instincts demanded that she speak authoritatively; that she enter whether she was permitted or not. But she needed to prove that she was trying to change. She was upset at herself for being tempted to regress totally to her previous state as soon as she tried to speak to Ty Lee. Yes, she still had a ways to go, and some harshness seemed to be inherent to her personality, but it suddenly felt as though she hadn't made any progress. Even if she did manage to avoid forcefully bending this situation to her will.

The only reason Zuko had let her go alone was because he believed she was making progress. She had even helped to save the Avatar's group when they'd been searching for her estranged mother. It seemed that her Zuzu had been open to giving Azula another chance. This was baffling, considering how their relationship had always been so destructive. Especially to him.

Being with the Avatar—changing himself—seemed to make him realize that others had the potential to better themselves, as well. Especially if they were as young as they had been. Still, it had taken 3 years for him to feel it was safe to let Azula roam freely once she had returned after Ursa was found. Really, she couldn't blame him for being cautious. And she still dealt with her mental traumas and anger issues. A medicine developed in the Northern Water Tribe was helping her to have fewer hallucinations, and Zuko had insisted on trying to work on their sibling problems through consultations with an old sage who was well-versed in such affairs. Though she was loathe to admit it out loud, Azula knew these sessions had helped. When she had first been brought back home, these visits had been frequent, but they weren't as needed anymore.

Their relationship was likely to retain some of its rockiness for years to come, but at least there was some degree of smoothness now, where there had only been jagged crags and blistering flames before. Progress.

Azula was so caught up in her thoughts, she nearly missed Ty Lee's inquisitive, “... Why should I let you in?” The words were said quietly, but they had an edge to them. That edge caused Azula's heart to sink.

Hesitantly, Azula tried again, “I already told you why I'm here.” Wanting to avoid sounding annoyed—she was only annoyed at herself at the moment, anyway—she quickly added, “Sorry. I could have phrased that better... I truly just hoped we could talk.” A pause, then she softly amended, “I believe there are things we have left unresolved.” Good. She had managed to say the word 'sorry' without sounding venomous. It still wasn't easy for Azula to apologize.

Finally, Ty Lee glanced up at her guest. Even though she had feared Azula, looking at the 20-year-old filled her with sadness at realizing just how long it had been since the pair had last seen each other. With a heavy sigh, Ty Lee nodded, “Okay. Come in... Azula,” so long had it been since Ty Lee had said that name, she found herself surprisingly thirsty for it, enjoying the way it felt to say anew.

Shoulders relaxing somewhat, Azula entered the room, closing the door. Ty Lee moved to her bed, gesturing to the chair. Azula sat down, never taking her eyes off of Ty Lee. Ty Lee had always been pretty, but maturing into an adult had made her wholly beautiful. Drawing nearer to this youthful beauty had Azula's heart pounding.

Ty Lee watched Azula, fascinated by the atypical displays of nervousness from the woman. She waited again for Azula to speak.

After a few more moments spent in this odd silence—since when was Ty Lee so hushed?—Azula said what she had come to say, “Ty Lee...” She made strong eye contact to try and convey her sincerity, “I came to tell you that I regret what I did... How I treated you... I... I'm genuinely sorry.” She glanced away for a second, then got herself to look back into Ty Lee's widening eyes, “I understand if you do not wish to give me another chance. You deserved an apology, either way. The way I used you, manipulated you... the things I said and all of the threats... I am so very sorry...” The apology was not long winded, but it was wrought with sincere remorse.

A thoroughly stunned Ty Lee continued to stare intently at Azula, trying to gauge the truthfulness and meaning of the words. Azula, on the other hand, took the silence as a rejection, and she broke the steady gaze, turning towards the wall to hide the tears welling up in her eyes. She had known the chances of forgiveness were slim, but that didn't change the fact that this pained her deeply. More than even the rejection itself hurting her, she was tormented by thoughts of how deeply she hurt Ty Lee—for someone as sweet as Ty Lee to withhold forgiveness—Azula felt again that she was little more than a monster. Thinking of how she hurt the woman she loved made the guilt fester in her very soul. It was all she could do to keep the tears from spilling over as she awaited an official judgment.

Azula turning away so abruptly took Ty Lee by surprise. It seemed an odd time to so pointedly look away. Peering closely, however, revealed a very slight shaking of Azula's shoulders. Ty Lee didn't want to make an assumption of what emotion caused the trembling—her assumptions about Azula's heart had been wrong too often—but whatever it was, it was affecting Azula powerfully. It seemed to be a negative emotion. Against her will, Ty Lee felt sorrow to see Azula struggling like this. After all these years, she was so sure she was over Azula, but this encounter made it clear to her heart that she still loved the twisted bender.

She was about to speak when Azula choked out, “I am trying to change. I want to change. Zuzu thinks I can do this. But perhaps I would be better off staying in prison, after all. All I do is hurt the people I love, one way or another.” Single tears slid down both of Azula's cheeks, but no more fell after them. She needed to maintain as much control as possible.

At these words, Ty Lee blushed, Love? With some effort, she forced herself to take Azula's words about changing into consideration and, for now, ignore the implications of her last statement. Ty Lee had heard the stories of Azula's progress from friends and from Zuko, but it wasn't until now that she thought they may be true. She hadn't dared to think Azula would change. She hadn't dared to make herself vulnerable to Azula again.

And yet, Azula had come all the way here, only to apologize. She hadn't even coerced Ty Lee into letting her in. She was obviously trying hard to avoid being needlessly harsh. She felt different than she used to. Her aura was still intense, but it wasn't as threatening as it had been when they last met. And she was trying not to cry. She was trying to change. She was really trying to change. She wanted to show Ty Lee that she was open to changing.

Ty Lee leapt off the bed and, deciding to help Azula change, deciding to give her a chance to make amends for the wrongs done when they were children, she embraced the still-shaking woman from behind. They could try to start over.

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A year later, Azula had made remarkable progress in handling her moods. Since reuniting with Ty Lee, it seemed she had renewed determination to improve and heal. She still bit the occasional head off, and she still had a sharp tongue, but her threats were often more for show than they once would have been. Indeed, parts of her were always going to be rough, but she wasn't really the tyrannical, manipulative, cruel 14-year-old girl she had once been. In fact, Azula had come far enough that she was ready to take another step. True, it did not relate directly to her problems, but she had decided to only do this if she really believed she wasn't going to revert back to who she once was.

Ty Lee was staying at the palace for a few weeks. Now that she and Azula had become friends again, they visited each other from time to time. This morning, Ty Lee was happily making breakfast. Servants had offered to take care of it, but Ty Lee wanted to cook something for Azula herself. Perhaps a breakfast-in-bed was in order. Humming as she went, Ty Lee half-danced to Azula's room, knocking on the door with her foot.

The knock startled Azula greatly, and she jumped up. Azula opened the door and Ty Lee rushed in, placing the food on the nearest table. The braided girl frowned when she saw that Azula was already prepared for the day. Breakfast-in-room, then. The two chatted idly as they ate, soaking in each other's presence.

When they were done, and Ty Lee was about to take the dishes away, she was stopped by Azula clearing her throat. Spinning to face her friend, Ty Lee tilted her head quizzically. Face rapidly growing red, Azula made herself take the step, “Ty Lee, I would like to take you out on a date. If you are not opposed to such an honor... would you accept my proposition?”

Now Ty Lee was blushing, too. This was certainly not what she expected from her visit to the palace. Still, a giddy smile overtook her face soon enough, and she tackled Azula as she excitedly agreed, “I'd love to!”

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AN: Hey guys. I only have time for drabbles/short fics (400~2000 words) for Avatar Week, but I didn't want another Week like this to slip by when I know it exists and have SOME time on my hands. Missing Korra Appreciation Week is still saddening to me, but I was too busy to do anything. I'll try to answer the prompts for all the days of Avatar Week, but I may only be able to do 3-4 of them. We'll see how things go.