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Azula learns restraint.

the best Azula Redemption fanfiction I’ve read

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My Self-indulgent TyZula Fanfic.

Hello, i know i’ve been off this account for what seems like a million years. But firstly, if like you to know that this is no longer an art blog. Now, i will merely post my self indulgent TyZula fics. But what is TyZula? Well, it’s a ship that consists of Azula and Ty Lee, both from Avatar: The Lat Airbender. If that’s not your thing, then don’t read it.

The fics takes place after book 2. Anyway, here’s chapter 1.

TURTLEDUCKS

  Turtleducks, the perfect amalgamation of everything Azula hated within an animal.

They are small, defenseless creatures, completely reliant on their environment to survive. When they are hungry, they beg for food. And when they are scared, they simply swim away, afraid to even face whatever it was that frightened them so. What pathetic creatures.

And to think that Zuko takes a liking to them. But then again, that’s not very surprising. Much like the ducks, he too is defenseless, he too begs for food and shelter, and he too runs away from his problems. When father challenged him to an honorable Agni Kai, he cowered before him, begged for his forgiveness. What a fool her brother was, and still is.

Though, it’s quite ironic for her to be calling him a fool, when she’s the one feeding these sad creatures. If it weren’t for Ty Lee, she’d have attended to the many other things her father assigned her.

However, Azula had agreed to accompany Ty Lee in the feeding of these ducks, no matter how insignificant they may be. And much like Zuko, it seemed Ty Lee’s taking a liking to them. Something to do with how ‘cute’ they are. Though, Azula was sure that ‘cute’ meant defenseless.

     “Isn’t this fun, Azula?” Ty Lee asked.

Azula didn’t bother to face her. She wanted it to be over with, for Ty Lee to just dump the bread into the pond and take her somewhere more enjoyable, have them do more stimulating activities. Right now, that’s all Azula could think about.

     “No, not really,” Azula answered.

Ty Lee spoke as she cocked up a brow, “Why not?”

Her question was so simple, yet Azula couldn’t answer.

She wanted to tell Ty Lee, of all the reasons she absolutely loathed being in this very spot. From the sheer boredom of sitting around and doing nothing, to how it would remind her of her mother sitting here all-day round with Zuko, showering him with the love she never got.

All of it she wanted to spit out and get it over with, but they had no time. And Azula couldn’t bear to weep over her sob story right now, it would be a waste of energy.

     “I just don’t like it. This is such a waste of time; we could be doing something better.” She said with a scowl, eyes glared at the ducks as if they were plotting her murder.

Ty Lee tilted her head; intrigue ran through the girl’s face.

     “Oh? Like what?” Again, she asked her such a simple question, yet Azula couldn’t seem to answer it.

There were a million and one things Azula figured Ty Lee and her could do. They could go for a walk, visit town square and perhaps even get their portraits taken. They could be eating, talking, hugging. Quite literally anything else other than to sit around and feed these parasitic, ‘cute’ looking ducks.

This was terrible, absolutely abhorrent. What benefit do they gain from doing such things?

     “Azula, I can’t know what you’re thinking unless you tell me.”

     “I want to do something else,” the princess answered in a whisper.

     “What? I can’t hear you.”

Azula gritted her teeth. “I want to do something else.”

Finally, she was able to fully push out those words.

“Well, what do you want to do then?”

Again, what was she supposed to say? The princess already knew what she wanted, but how is she supposed to convey such thoughts?

Agni, now she was thinking like an idiot. Words! she needed to use her words. What kind of foolish question was that? If she wanted something, she should say it out right.

A sight left the girl's lips; Azula couldn’t help but notice how easy her life would be if people just knew what she wanted. Then, she wouldn’t have to waste her breath, or any of her precious time chastising an incompetent soldier, or telling Ty Lee how she wanted to hug her.

She took in a breath, as Azula never thought she’d utter such words in her life. With a heat arising from her neck, her face followed suit. The royal felt the seeds of regret brew inside of her.

     “I want to…hug.”

A few moments of silence passed by, nothing said between the two of them.

Oh Agni, Ty lee must think she’s crazy, absolutely pathetic. What kind of a fool would ask for a hug? How sad is that? She was stupid to even bring that up.

     “Wow, I didn’t expect you to actually say it,” Ty Lee giggled, “This is the first time you’ve asked for a hug.”

Azula averted her eyes from the acrobat’s grey stare.

Again, her face felt heated as her fingers tapped furiously on the grass. She couldn't bring herself to look at Ty Lee, she simply couldn't. Not in this state.

     “No, Azula, it’s fine. I’ll hug you, okay?”

     “Okay,” Azula spoke. Yet, her voice was neared a whisper, almost inaudible.

Ty Lee inched closer, and as if to fluster the princess even further, the girl couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of a blushing Azula.

With the two of them mere inches apart. Ty Lee wrapped her arms around the princess as she rested her head on the princess' shoulder. The Azula reciprocated the hug, though her hands were hesitant, as they merely hovered above the brunette’s back.

     “Relax, Zula. That’s kind of the whole point of a hug.” The brunette stated.

     “Okay,” was all the princess said, finally able to lay her hands atop Ty Lee’s back.

The brunette hummed at the sensation of Azula’s hands against her skin. A little detail that made Azula’s lips quiver; her arms had to readjust so as to prevent the evident fidgeting.

The princess pulled Ty Lee closer, savored every bit of the other’s presence.

Her head felt empty when Ty Lee was around. No matter how much trouble she found herself in, if she was there, Azula can take it. Because how was she supposed to worry, when she’s not thinking of anything?

The warmth in her face had now settled down, and turned into a fleeting sense of giddiness she couldn’t put her hand on. What was this feeling called? If only she knew.

Now, i’d like you to know that i’ve written 6 chapters, currently. And if you’re interested, feel free to read the rest here :p

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27665366/chapters/67698398

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The 7th Chapter of my TyZula fanfic.

Greetings, i have come back, and i’ll just drop the latest chapter of my fanfic.

SHORELINE

 Water splashed past Azula’s bare feet, sand slipped between her toes as the princess stood and watch the waves move against her. The ocean was cold, near freezing, as if the water had recently melted from southern icecaps.

Water benders took a liking to the ocean. It wasn’t for no reason, however, as living near a large body of water must be awfully convenient for them. However, Azula couldn’t wrap her head around why they chose to live near the poles.

It was cold there, and if one was caught without their winter coat for even five minutes, they’d surely freeze to death. Yes, it is true that they’d be able to bend everything around them, from the water, to the ice and snow; but the poles seemed a bit too extreme.

It amazed her, how such a backwards civilization could survive the frigid climate. If they managed to survive for so long, common sense dictates that they were doing something right, whatever that may be.

Azula dragged her feet across the now wet sand, her feet lugged some clumps of turf as she took languid steps. From what Zuko told her, his visit to the southern water tribe wasn’t anything extraordinary.

In fact, they were still living in igloos and tents, a mere pitiful wall of snow built between them and the outside world. And even then, the wall seemed to have been built by one idiot, as her beloved brother didn’t need to do much for it to fall. So maybe they were doing something right. But even still, those peasants were still far behind the fire nation. Unsurprising.

‘Ty Lee, where is she? And how long does it take to find sea shells?’ Azula thought.

The girl had invited Azula to spend time near the shore of Harbor city. At first, she dismissed it, the imminent thought of her brother telling everyone about them laid fresh in her psyche, not to mention the fact that Harbor city was terribly crime-ridden.

But after a few minutes of annoying persistence, most of which revolved around how they were to spend time around Harbor city, and not actually inside of it—Azula relented. Because it was either that, or having her ears constantly assaulted.

Azula stepped closer to the ocean, her feet now buried underneath the orange tinted waves. They came and went in a steady rhythm, brushing past her with great ease. The only constant was its cool temperature, something Azula wished to change.

In the distance, light footsteps approached her. They bounced atop the soggy ground; the sound of her ever-familiar giggle caused Azula’s ear to twitch.

     “Zula, check out this cool sea shell I found,” Ty Lee said.

The princess turned to face the brunette. Her braided locks shone due to the orange light of the setting sun. The shell stuck close to the girl’s ear, her brows rose up as a look of intrigue washed over her face.

Azula pursed her lips. Ty Lee; she was trying to kill her.

     “How am I supposed to ‘check it out,’ if you won’t give it to me?” Azula asked.

     “I’ll give it to you in a second.”

Despite Ty Lee’s words, she proceeded to listen for much longer. And after the thirty second mark, Azula got tired of waiting.

The princess began to drag her feet once more. She took little steps away from the brunette; her feet continued to collect more sand.

For some reason, the water and how it gently crashed against her skin, it was all quite relaxing. She hadn’t need to worry about Zuko, or her father, or whatever else Azula usually thought of when she’s back at the palace. They were obsolete, hadn’t mattered in the presence of the sea shore.

Her father…Azula wondered what he would say had he known she was ‘wasting’ her time near Harbor city. Well, the man wouldn’t really care what she was doing, or what the princess chose to busy herself with. Realistically, if he did discover Azula’s outdoor activity, he’d at most scowl.

But even then, the unhappy expression had a unique effect of driving fear into the girl. If he rose a finger, Azula always made sure to prepare for the worst, even if she did good. He was volatile like that. No matter how hard she tried to stay in his good graces, there was no denying the man’s mercurial temper.

As the sun’s light grew ever fainter, orange turned into a bluish purple. The water was colder; her feet shivered slightly at the change.

     “Hey, I think we should head back.” Ty Lee’s voice came from behind the princess.

Azula turned around, her rather drab expression met with the brunette’s grey stare.

     “Done playing with the sea shell?” Azula queried.

     “Well, I wasn’t playing with it. More like, listening to the ocean.”

The princess quirked up a brow as she shrugged. “What’s the difference?”

Both of them stood in the water, just enough to cover their heels, the sea surf flowed gently against them. Ty Lee kicked some sand beneath the waves; Azula saw it as a bit strange. If it weren’t damp, weighed down by the water, she would’ve sent it further into the ocean.

     “I mean, if I was playing with it, I would’ve thrown it around and stuff. But since I was listening to the ocean, I kind of just, stood there—If that makes sense.”

Azula raised a brow, head slightly tilted. “What?”

Ty Lee smirked as she looked away, an awkward chuckle left her lips.

     “Yeah, I knew you wouldn’t get it.”

     “So, explain it to me until I do,” Azula demanded.

     “Zula, I don’t think we have the time. I mean, it’s getting dark and—”

Ty Lee was interrupted as Azula conjured a blue flame in her left palm; it hadn’t hurt as bad as the princess thought. But even still, the stinging was a constant.

     “Oh yeah, I kind of forgot you could do that.”

     “Ty Lee, elaborate. What’s the difference?”

     “I mean, do we really have to?”

     “Yes. I want to know.”

Another chuckle left the brunette’s lips. Unlike last time, it hadn’t come from embarrassment.

     “But it’s not that important.”

     “Ty Lee, stop dodging the question. It shouldn’t be too hard to tell me the difference,” Azula said.

     “I know, I know. I’m just saying, it’s not that important. So, I think we should just talk about it another time.”

Azula pursed her lips. “Fine, let’s head back then.”

The two of them continued to dip their feet as the pair walked back to the spot where they left their shoes. They walked side-by-side, Ty Lee in particular was so close to the point where Azula often felt her hand brush past the brunette’s.

Not only was it slightly painful, it irritated Azula.

Heat crept up her neck. “Lee…your hand.”

Ty Lee nearly jumped as she heard her nick name.

     “Woah, you haven’t called me that in a while,” she said, slightly impressed that Azula was able to even speak it aloud.

Azula looked away as her cheeks heated up. She pursed her lips as feet stomped on the near black water. She wanted to scream away the embarrassment, perhaps even scurry away so Ty Lee wouldn’t have to witness her sorry face.

     “Your hand,” the princess repeated once more.

Ty lee paused for a moment; her mind wandered around before she realized what Azula had been implying.

     “Oh, sorry about that.”

Instead of pulling away, the brunette clung to the arm of the already flustered princess. Her grip was tight, almost vice like, as if a snake had found its way to Azula—coiling around the princess before it eats her

As Azula tried to pull away, Ty Lee only toughened her grasp. And at some point, she found that she could no longer escape, doomed to have her side surrounded by the brunette. By that point, Azula didn’t know what to do.

Ironic, as she had a plan for everything. But the princess never though she had to escape from such an innocent looking girl.

     “What’s wrong, Zula?” Ty Lee asked in light voice.

The princess gritted her teeth. “Don’t you patronize me, Lee.”

     “You said it again.”

Azula scoffed. “Don’t touch me, you’ll hurt my hand.”

     “Well, I’m grabbing at your arm, not your hand. So, you should be fine.”

The worst part was, she was right. How annoying, Ty Lee shouldn’t be allowed so close to the princess. With all the heat that’s risen from her chest, Azula wondered just how long it’d take before she dropped dead.

Somehow, they managed to find their shoes. Ty Lee was quick to leave Azula’s side, the girl went on a hurry to put on her sand, or whatever it was she wore. Maybe they were sandals, or shoes; Azula wasn’t sure.

Slowly, her soggy feet left the cold waters and now stepped on the sand. They sunk a bit as a chill went up her leg, the night’s breeze did more than enough to convince her that she needed to put on her boots soon enough.

Azula looked around for a moment, her eyes unable to notice anything in the dark, save for the small excerpt that her flame illuminated.

     “Lee, help me put on my boots,” Azula said softly.

Her flame grew just a tad bigger as Azula pointed towards her tall shoes. The brunette grabbed them; Azula sat down around the drier side of the sand.

Her feet were still wet, even covered in sand the more she rubbed them against the ground. It was nice, to have turf, and salt water, and even some small pebbles be stuck against her skin. It was so mundane, so grossly simple.

And to think, crown princess of The Fire Nation, Azula herself, would partake in such trivial things. The smell of the not so distant sea, the cold shivers that traveled up and down her leg, even to the way her hand stung as she kept it up.

She hadn’t needed to be there. In fact, Azula should’ve been up in her room, ready herself for bed, think of another plot to impress the fire lord. But instead, the princess stayed at the shore as Ty Lee put her shoes on for her.

     “Thanks,” the princess muttered.

     “Yeah, no problem.”

Ty Lee remained seated in front of the princess as the two girls merely stared at one another, it proved too much for Azula. The princess quickly averted her eyes as she extinguished the flame.

     “What wrong?” Ty Lee asked.

Azula paused. “Stop staring at me.”

     “Well, you do this to me all the time. So, I think it’ll be fair for me to return the favor.”

Again, she was right.

     “You’re unbelievably cruel,” Azula said.

     “Right, sure, Zula.”

The princess pursed her lips. For a moment, she considered biting back. However, Azula knew that the conversation would only devolve into one of their many, many, useless arguments. Honestly, it was a miracle that the two hadn’t already squabbled over something ridiculous. Azula intended to keep it that way, less she wanted to waste anymore of her time.

The princess looked off to the side. As expected, she found nothing of interest, both due to the lack of light and for the very fact that Harbor city wasn’t the fun and happy place she used to think it was.

When Azula was a girl, she had the foolish believe that the circumstances outside were equivocal to that of the palace. She would be surrounded by servants, left and right, begging to be commanded by her royal presence. But now that she’d grown out of such an embarrassing phase, she couldn’t help but think of how uninclined her younger self was—despite everybody’s appraisal of her intellect.

Then again, they were most likely spouting such compliments to get into her good graces. Though Azula did consider their comments to be correct, she was still able to see through the vapid air of superficial charm they put up.

In fact, now that she thought about it, Azula had never received genuine compliments. Sure, everyone loved to tell her; indulge her by ceaselessly admiring the princess’ perfection, but they rarely meant it. Honestly, it seemed that the only source of genuine praise Azula would receive was from her father. And even then, she wasn’t stupid enough to think of them as everlasting.

He would only humor the girl’s ego had she done something to appease him. Outside of that, no such compliments would come her way. But it could’ve be worse, she could’ve been treated like Zuko; an unwanted rat that had been banished for three long years.

But Azula would be lying had she said she didn’t mind her father’s rare affection. However, he was fire lord, so it would only make sense for him to not have plenty of time.

Even with such a rational explanation, Azula’s chest wouldn’t stop aching.

     “Hey, I really think we should be heading back,” Ty Lee’s voice cut through Azula’s train of thought.

The princess looked back at the girl. “Lee, tell me something good about myself.”

     “What?”

Azula pursed her lips. “Compliment me.”

     “Uh, okay,” the brunette paused, “You’re super smart...?”

Azula sighed. “I knew it.”

In one smooth motion, Azula stood up, a ball of azure flames now in her left palm.

     “Come along.”

     “Wait, what was that about?”

     “We can discuss it another time.”

The princess began to walk away from the shore line, she expected Ty Lee to do much the same. However, the brunette kept with her pattern of unpredictability.

     “Oh yeah, and one last thing before we leave,” Ty Lee said.

Azula took in a deep breath. She released it on a long, long sigh. The girl turned around.

     “What now?”

Ty Lee approached the disgruntled princess. Her slender fingers slid past Azula’s cheek. Gently, they caressed the cold skin, her calloused fingers drove Azula’s flame to burn brighter. The brunette smirked as she noticed the change in temperature, from both the flame, and Azula herself.

They then slid down the princess’ face; nested around her waist. Ty Lee pulled Azula close, the distance between the both of them now gone, as the brunette wrapped her arms around Azula’s back.

     “I love you,” Ty Lee whispered.

     “…You’re so cruel.”

Azula dispelled the fire. Just like that, her hands gripped at the brunette, the embrace much tighter than Ty Lee’s.

Her knuckles screeched at her; the stinging pain stabbed at the princess’ fingers. Azula couldn’t be bothered to let go. Her body can scream and shout all it wanted, she wouldn’t listen, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Ty Lee, her plan had worked, Azula was going soft.

Hey, if you’ve read this far, thx a lot fam :) If you want to read some more of this type of stuff, feel free to read my fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27665366/chapters/67698398