turned to shame; pg13; atla
Title: Turned to Shame
Pairing: Azula/Zuko
Rating: PG-13 (soft)
Warning: Incest. DUH. Maybe semi-bondage? Not really.
Summary: Takes place AU during 3x01 “The Awakening” in Azula’s bedroom. Azula’s plotting and wants to know how the Avatar could have survived her final blow. Zuko is the key, and incest commences.
“All that glory... turned to shame,” Azula whispered. She drew out her words like a hot iron, ready to press against her brother at any given moment. Azula’s arms stretched out, feline, as she turned to face her competition. “You yourself said that was ‘impossible.’ The Avatar simply couldn’t have survived.” Azula grinned wickedly. “Right, Zuzu?” Her grin cracked sharply into a snicker as she settled down into her bed. Her fire kingdom bedclothes made her feel at home for the first time in a long while; the insignia below her collar bone gave her pride. She fingered the silken patch that represented her future nation while watching Zuko. His reaction was moot, anyway. Azula knew something was amiss. The Avatar’s quick escape, with the help of that foul traitor Iroh... the man who called himself the Dragon of the West, plotting with the enemy! Azula had taken the time to visit Uncle Iroh’s cell to spit in his face. She had no time for familial disloyalty. She knew where to cut her loose ends, and Iroh had been in the way; Zuko had been under Iroh’s traitorous influence for far too long. It was about time that Zuko had a real role model to look up to: their father, Fire Lord Ozai, would suffice in bringing Zuko to the fore.
A muscle above Azula’s left eyebrow twitched as she saw Zuko turn to leave. Was that what she really wanted-- Zuko’s redemption and rise to power? Azula almost laughed out loud. Hardly. If anything, Zuko was another-- decidedly trickier-- obstacle to her crown as Fire Lady Azula. She would take the crown, she would rule. Zuko was not strong enough, he was never strong enough to lead the Fire Nation to victory. He could only hinder the Fire Nation’s dominance over the other Nations. Not even as a child had Zuko ever exhibited signs of being a true leader... Azula pouted as her brother’s figure reached the door. “Zuzu... leaving so soon?”
Azula felt a cackle in her throat subside as she rose again to meet him. Her robe was slung casually about her middle, wrapping her harsh figure in glory. Pushing up the sleeves, Azula crept up to her brother’s stalled body. “You bask in honor now, Zuko,” she murmured into his left ear, pressing her right cheek against his scar. The skin she touched was rough and calloused; beneath her touch she could feel Zuko quiver before pushing her away. “But I shall take the final prize.” Azula slammed the door shut in front of them before he could run. “What are you talking about, Azula,” Zuko growled, turning to face her. “I’m the first born, and I’m the male heir. There’s no way you could take the crown in my stead--”
“Do you think you could stop me?” Azula hissed, a single thread of lightning trickling around her hand like a snake. “You wouldn’t even dare.” She shot the small spark at him, and he ducked a split second before the blow struck a small vase behind him, obliterating it. Zuko seethed. “Yes, I could stop you. I have Father’s approval again, and thus the approval of the state.”
“Do you, really,” Azula yawned, putting a hand over her mouth apathetically. She feigned disinterest, but her eyes blazed. “The Fire Nation loves me, Zuko; our people love their loyal and talented Princess. Half of them don’t even know you’ve come back, Zuzu. They still think you’re banished on the high seas, forever cursed to search for the Avatar. I’m the one they love,” Azula raged with finality, spinning to dodge a seed of fire from Zuko’s palm, “and don’t you ever forget it.”
They danced around the bed, lightning shooting from one end and fire from the other; from the outside, it looked like a sickly twisted dance, for each burst of power consumed the other until the two took a small pause. “You’ve already lost,” Azula barked at the Prince, who was now doubling over in pain. “Resting already? How can you lead a nation when you can’t even defeat your own sister?” Another bolt of lightning surged across the room, and Zuko dropped to the floor to protect himself. Azula climbed eagerly on top of the bed and stood towering over her defenseless brother. “Oh, Zuzu,” she sighed. “If the Avatar is alive, how will you explain it to Father?” She jumped off the bed, cradling a small ball of fire in her palm. “How will you explain it to me?”
Azula’s mouth hovered over Zuko’s scar. Zuko’s breath quickened and his fists clenched as Azula placed her hands around his neck; her touch was tentative at first, but hardened into a vice grip. Zuko gasped for air and clutched at Azula’s arms; they wouldn’t budge.
“How could the Avatar have survived, Zuko,” Azula hissed, her mouth inches from his own. Her breath smelled of ash and tea. Zuko was ashamed to identify it as Jasmine. “Tell me Zuko, before I break you.” Zuko closed his eyes and tried to block out the menace above him.
“Look at me when I speak to you,” Azula bellowed. Zuko’s ear’s rang with the sound of her voice; his eyes cracked open once more. Inner conflict often broiled within Zuko, but at that very moment it was in a maelstrom of turmoil. Azula’s brazen stare inches away from his face, it was an achievement not to succumb right then and there. “Tell me. Now. Or I’ll give you a second scar to match your first.” Azula raised a hand against Zuko’s right cheek like a dagger in the dark. Zuko’s eyes widened.
“No--”
“Then tell me, Zuko. If I do maim you, Mai will be so unhappy. She likes your pretty face-- at least, this side of it,” Azula remarked, pointing to Zuko’s unblemished cheek. She bent her face down to touch her lips to his cheek. “Don’t make me do this, Zuzu,” Azula whispered, her lips grazing Zuko’s skin. Zuko groaned and twisted his head to the side.
“It’s Katara,” he murmured. “She’s the key.” Azula’s eyes narrowed into slits.
“Oh, your little Water Tribe girlfriend? She’s easily taken care of.” Azula pressed her body against Zuko’s own, slithering snake-like against him. “I’ve heard of the healing capabilities of the Water Tribe, but bringing someone back from the dead... that’s new.” Zuko bit his lip; the previously chilly floor beneath him suddenly seemed to be on fire. “Is there something you’re not telling me--” Azula breathed against the Fire Prince’s lips, the heat between them quickly rising-- “Zuko?” She laid a harsh kiss on his stubborn lips, diving into his mouth passionately. The kiss was deliberately seductive, terryfing and intense. Zuko’s own lips pressed back hesitantly, at first, but then stronger until at last the two were fighting for dominance once more. Two hot tongues forever in battle, never giving any distance up, always cloying for the next open opportunity. Zuko wrapped an arm around her brazenly, and Azula undid Zuko’s ponytail almost lovingly.
“She has,” Zuko murmured as he ducked his head down. “Katara, I mean. She has healing water from the North Pole. That, combined with her healing powers... could bring him back. It happened with the koi fish at the seige; the one that was the spirit of the Moon in disguise.” Zuko felt Azula’s breast sigh in relief. Suddenly, she was standing above him once more.
“This is your downfall, Zuzu,” Azula hissed, overlord once more. “If what you say is true... this is your demise.” Zuko buried his head in his hands; he felt his hair sway and fall into his face... a memento of the brief moment of intimacy they had just had. “The Avatar is mine for the slaying now, brother. You should be happy if Father executes you himself.”
Azula bounded to the door and out of the room. Zuko did the same, but not before ripping the sheets off Azula’s bed and burning her pillow to cinders.
Pairing: Azula/Zuko
Rating: PG-13 (soft)
Warning: Incest. DUH. Maybe semi-bondage? Not really.
Summary: Takes place AU during 3x01 “The Awakening” in Azula’s bedroom. Azula’s plotting and wants to know how the Avatar could have survived her final blow. Zuko is the key, and incest commences.
“All that glory... turned to shame,” Azula whispered. She drew out her words like a hot iron, ready to press against her brother at any given moment. Azula’s arms stretched out, feline, as she turned to face her competition. “You yourself said that was ‘impossible.’ The Avatar simply couldn’t have survived.” Azula grinned wickedly. “Right, Zuzu?” Her grin cracked sharply into a snicker as she settled down into her bed. Her fire kingdom bedclothes made her feel at home for the first time in a long while; the insignia below her collar bone gave her pride. She fingered the silken patch that represented her future nation while watching Zuko. His reaction was moot, anyway. Azula knew something was amiss. The Avatar’s quick escape, with the help of that foul traitor Iroh... the man who called himself the Dragon of the West, plotting with the enemy! Azula had taken the time to visit Uncle Iroh’s cell to spit in his face. She had no time for familial disloyalty. She knew where to cut her loose ends, and Iroh had been in the way; Zuko had been under Iroh’s traitorous influence for far too long. It was about time that Zuko had a real role model to look up to: their father, Fire Lord Ozai, would suffice in bringing Zuko to the fore.
A muscle above Azula’s left eyebrow twitched as she saw Zuko turn to leave. Was that what she really wanted-- Zuko’s redemption and rise to power? Azula almost laughed out loud. Hardly. If anything, Zuko was another-- decidedly trickier-- obstacle to her crown as Fire Lady Azula. She would take the crown, she would rule. Zuko was not strong enough, he was never strong enough to lead the Fire Nation to victory. He could only hinder the Fire Nation’s dominance over the other Nations. Not even as a child had Zuko ever exhibited signs of being a true leader... Azula pouted as her brother’s figure reached the door. “Zuzu... leaving so soon?”
Azula felt a cackle in her throat subside as she rose again to meet him. Her robe was slung casually about her middle, wrapping her harsh figure in glory. Pushing up the sleeves, Azula crept up to her brother’s stalled body. “You bask in honor now, Zuko,” she murmured into his left ear, pressing her right cheek against his scar. The skin she touched was rough and calloused; beneath her touch she could feel Zuko quiver before pushing her away. “But I shall take the final prize.” Azula slammed the door shut in front of them before he could run. “What are you talking about, Azula,” Zuko growled, turning to face her. “I’m the first born, and I’m the male heir. There’s no way you could take the crown in my stead--”
“Do you think you could stop me?” Azula hissed, a single thread of lightning trickling around her hand like a snake. “You wouldn’t even dare.” She shot the small spark at him, and he ducked a split second before the blow struck a small vase behind him, obliterating it. Zuko seethed. “Yes, I could stop you. I have Father’s approval again, and thus the approval of the state.”
“Do you, really,” Azula yawned, putting a hand over her mouth apathetically. She feigned disinterest, but her eyes blazed. “The Fire Nation loves me, Zuko; our people love their loyal and talented Princess. Half of them don’t even know you’ve come back, Zuzu. They still think you’re banished on the high seas, forever cursed to search for the Avatar. I’m the one they love,” Azula raged with finality, spinning to dodge a seed of fire from Zuko’s palm, “and don’t you ever forget it.”
They danced around the bed, lightning shooting from one end and fire from the other; from the outside, it looked like a sickly twisted dance, for each burst of power consumed the other until the two took a small pause. “You’ve already lost,” Azula barked at the Prince, who was now doubling over in pain. “Resting already? How can you lead a nation when you can’t even defeat your own sister?” Another bolt of lightning surged across the room, and Zuko dropped to the floor to protect himself. Azula climbed eagerly on top of the bed and stood towering over her defenseless brother. “Oh, Zuzu,” she sighed. “If the Avatar is alive, how will you explain it to Father?” She jumped off the bed, cradling a small ball of fire in her palm. “How will you explain it to me?”
Azula’s mouth hovered over Zuko’s scar. Zuko’s breath quickened and his fists clenched as Azula placed her hands around his neck; her touch was tentative at first, but hardened into a vice grip. Zuko gasped for air and clutched at Azula’s arms; they wouldn’t budge.
“How could the Avatar have survived, Zuko,” Azula hissed, her mouth inches from his own. Her breath smelled of ash and tea. Zuko was ashamed to identify it as Jasmine. “Tell me Zuko, before I break you.” Zuko closed his eyes and tried to block out the menace above him.
“Look at me when I speak to you,” Azula bellowed. Zuko’s ear’s rang with the sound of her voice; his eyes cracked open once more. Inner conflict often broiled within Zuko, but at that very moment it was in a maelstrom of turmoil. Azula’s brazen stare inches away from his face, it was an achievement not to succumb right then and there. “Tell me. Now. Or I’ll give you a second scar to match your first.” Azula raised a hand against Zuko’s right cheek like a dagger in the dark. Zuko’s eyes widened.
“No--”
“Then tell me, Zuko. If I do maim you, Mai will be so unhappy. She likes your pretty face-- at least, this side of it,” Azula remarked, pointing to Zuko’s unblemished cheek. She bent her face down to touch her lips to his cheek. “Don’t make me do this, Zuzu,” Azula whispered, her lips grazing Zuko’s skin. Zuko groaned and twisted his head to the side.
“It’s Katara,” he murmured. “She’s the key.” Azula’s eyes narrowed into slits.
“Oh, your little Water Tribe girlfriend? She’s easily taken care of.” Azula pressed her body against Zuko’s own, slithering snake-like against him. “I’ve heard of the healing capabilities of the Water Tribe, but bringing someone back from the dead... that’s new.” Zuko bit his lip; the previously chilly floor beneath him suddenly seemed to be on fire. “Is there something you’re not telling me--” Azula breathed against the Fire Prince’s lips, the heat between them quickly rising-- “Zuko?” She laid a harsh kiss on his stubborn lips, diving into his mouth passionately. The kiss was deliberately seductive, terryfing and intense. Zuko’s own lips pressed back hesitantly, at first, but then stronger until at last the two were fighting for dominance once more. Two hot tongues forever in battle, never giving any distance up, always cloying for the next open opportunity. Zuko wrapped an arm around her brazenly, and Azula undid Zuko’s ponytail almost lovingly.
“She has,” Zuko murmured as he ducked his head down. “Katara, I mean. She has healing water from the North Pole. That, combined with her healing powers... could bring him back. It happened with the koi fish at the seige; the one that was the spirit of the Moon in disguise.” Zuko felt Azula’s breast sigh in relief. Suddenly, she was standing above him once more.
“This is your downfall, Zuzu,” Azula hissed, overlord once more. “If what you say is true... this is your demise.” Zuko buried his head in his hands; he felt his hair sway and fall into his face... a memento of the brief moment of intimacy they had just had. “The Avatar is mine for the slaying now, brother. You should be happy if Father executes you himself.”
Azula bounded to the door and out of the room. Zuko did the same, but not before ripping the sheets off Azula’s bed and burning her pillow to cinders.