azutara short-fics
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that’s what you get for waking up in vegas (why are these lights so bright?) by sierrabee
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender
17 May 2021
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Okay. Screw the girl and her stupid face.
“Is that so? Then you certainly won’t mind when I beat you,” she retorts, huffing.
“Let’s go.”
Katara is determined to have fun this time. With sleek stilettos she’s trying hard not to wobble in (for the most part succeeding), she’s prepared to take this trip by a storm. That is until a certain girl with guileful aureate eyes and razor-sharp eyeliner gives her a run for her money.
[or: the pretty lady across the poker table.]
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- Part 1 of azutara short-fics
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Azula likes the sound of Katara's giggle. It has a musical quality and it’s so easy for Azula to fall into it. It feels like something she should remember.
But there are other things, too, things about Katara that feel like they're tugging at her brain. Like how Katara smells faintly of the strawberry baskets her mother would bring every time they visited their grandparents. Like how the blue of Katara's eyes reminds her of the sapphire stones in her mother's jewellery box.
Five times Azula is the one enamoured (and one time she isn’t).
[or: azula and katara growing up together through the years.]
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- Part 2 of azutara short-fics
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Azula’s soft lips of vermillion don’t leave a stain. Katara kind of wishes they would.
Katara grabs Azula’s hooded capelet from the coat rack as they step out into the harsh winter, pristine crystalline snowflakes already clinging onto delicate lush lashes amber gleams through.
It’s not just sex anymore. (It never was.)
A chance encounter, champagne, and desire that leaves complication in its wake.
[or: how Azula and Katara find themselves in a potent entanglement.]
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- Part 3 of azutara short-fics
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Azula has never been so easily sentimental. She doesn’t spend time reminiscing with her head in the clouds. She’s the last person to keep mawkish trinkets and nostalgic souvenirs, or to stroll down memory lane wearing her heart on her sleeve.
It’s insane, she thinks looking out the plane window, to be chasing after her estranged wife who’s halfway across the world. It even tops the time she had proposed in the first place.
Married young, Azula and Katara fall apart down the road. (But old flames are never entirely put out.)
[or: on flashbacks of bygone days, phone calls, and finding their way back to each other.]
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- Part 4 of azutara short-fics