𝓐𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓒𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷 {𝓐𝓣𝓛𝓐}

Very Last: Ash

This will be, as the title suggests, the last and finale of the story.
And also, Trigger Warning: NonCon.
Plus, Azula is 18. The whole process of hunting the avatar has been prolonged and her and Zuko were born two years early than cannon.
The next update will be noted and bullets of and about the story. Some unwritten scenes and plots that I lacked the moto to write.

I repeat, Trigger Warning

"Think fast." Azula said before tossing a small wooden doll at you.

You caught it before it hit the ground. Both hands cradling the heavy head as you inspected it. It was a worn out little thing. The flaking color on the head was the same color as your hair. Two button eyes similar to yours, moles and birthmarks included. The body and limbs were sandbags.

Patch work. Mismatched cloth was sown onto the body, covering wears and tears that littered the old doll.

"It definitely has seen better days..." You mumble. Frowning your brows when your fingers got caught in the worn fabric of the dolls clothing. By no means was it professionally made or with the finest material, but it was handled with care.

"I acquired it during my mission." She said, sitting on your desk as she picked at her nails.

You heard her click her tongue. "I've broken a nail."

Setting the doll aside, you asked for her hand. She places it in yours, her fingers drape over your palm as you pull out a nail file.
While you worked on fixing the jagged edge of her finger nail, you couldn't help but look at the rest. Long pointed nails on each finger, like the talons of a hawk.

If desired, they could easily break skin.

~ A year later ~
Turning the two knobs on your right, hot water began to pour out of the marbled dragon's maw, slowly filling up the large tub in the ground. On the shelves next to you were jars of dried petals and skins of fruit.

You sprinkle a bit from both jars before pulling out a sack from the bottom, before pouring some into the water. The once clear water now turned pink with bits and pieces of florals and fruit floating around.

You had prepared her bath. Taking a step back, you went to call Azula over.

Just as you were about to open the door, they did so without you.

She stepped in while you took a step back.

Her eyes took you in, still in your uniform as the steam from the hot bath filled the room. Crossing her arms, she spoke. "Aren't you going to bathe with me?" She took a step towards you while you took one back. "The water is nice and hot, even from here you can feel it, don't you?"
Sweat beads formed as she eyed your lips. They formed a thin line as you clutched your arm.

"There's no need to be shy." She loosened her robe. "I may be inexperienced but I know you can guide me. You know, like the good old days." The robe fell from her shoulders, her hand still holding the silk rope.

She was no mere inches away from you. You who are trapped between her and the counter of lotions and oils.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" She could feel heat rising in her chest. Bringing her hands to your face, she pulled you closer. Your eyes were unfocused but your breathing labored.

The rope now laid beside your feet.

When her lips finally met yours, she felt like melting. Her hands snaked around your neck as she pulled you even closer. Raising on her toes, she fully pressed herself against you. Something bubbled in her gut yet she didn't know what.