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stardust948 · 2 months ago

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Monsters vs aliens sokkla au

Princess Azula of the Fire Nation is to be married to Nobleman Chan. Right before the ceremony, she's hit by a meteor and absorbed the radiation. Azula seemed fine so she continued with the wedding. But while exchanging vows, she grew 50ft tall and accidently destroyed the temple in a blind panic. The military tranquilized before she could cause more damage.

Azula woke up in a top-secret government facility that housed monsters. She insisted that she's not a monster but the Fire Nation princess. She was ignored and renamed Ginormica then forbidden to make any contact with her family and friends. The other monsters and her new cell mates are a girl made entirely of rocks called the Blind Bandit, a massive 350 ft six-legged bison called Appa, and a literal werewolf dubbed Beastman. Azula wanted nothing to do with them and scoffed when Beastman tried to welcome her to the group.

Shortly later, an alarm was sounded, and the monsters are transferred to Republic City that was being destroyed by huge alien robots as a last-ditch effort. Azula only agreed to fight if the government set the free, which they gave into. The robots were sent to retrieve the radiation Azula absorbed and targeted her specifically. Azula put up a fight and the others help. They all bond during the battle, especially Azula and Beastman as they bounce ideas off each other. They eventually destroy the robots and save the city and people.

The government honored their deal and set them free. Azula was the only one who knew where her family was, so she invited them along. She was really excited to be with Chan again and her family, but mostly Chan. The Royal Fire Nation family was both happy and shocked to see her again but try to make do with it. Meanwhile, the other monsters cause havoc since it was their first time around other humans in years. Appa ate the whole garden (RIP Ursa) while Blind Bandit accidently caused massive property damage playing a game and Beastman scared the nobles he was trying to talk to.

Azula found Chan who was hiding from her. She picked him up and tried to kiss him, but he squirmed away and called her a freak in front of everyone. Azula said it's still her, but Chan refused to listen and ran off. Ozai then said he'll find a nice private island for her and her 'friends' to live on which Ursa and Zuko agree. The "go away you're scaring us" undertones were very strong which crushed Azula.

She wandered off and sulked in the nearby jungle alone. Beastman found her and tried to comfort her, but Azula snapped by saying he couldn't possibly know what it was like to lose a family. Beastman said he does and shared his backstory. He wasn't discovered alone by explorers but kidnapped from his home in the Southern Water Tribe as a pup. He doesn't remember what his family looked like, but he remembered their love and his real name, Sokka. He then called Chan a jerk for hurting her and they share a moment.

A shadow then fell over them and Azula was sucked up by a tractor beam into an alien mothership. Appa tried to save her, but the beam was too strong even for the giant bison. Azula was brought to a machine that drained the radiation and shrunk her back to normal size. The alien leader then locked Azula in a cell and used the radiation to start a full-scale invasion on Earth.

The other monsters get the government's help to sneak onboard and rescues Azula. Meanwhile, Azula already escaped the cell and confronted the alien leader but was no match for him in human form. The others arrive to help, but they can't take the alien leader who was using the radiation as a power boost. He's about to kill them one by one, starting with Sokka. Until Azula shattered the container holding the radiation and returned to her giant size, turning the tide in their favor. Together they blow up the ship and escape on Appa who had learned how to fly.

They receive a hero's welcome when they returned to Earth. Chan tried to hook up with Azula again, but she rejected him by flicking him away with her finger. Sokka laughed and in the spur of the moment kissed her. He tried to apologize but Azula kissed him back and Blind Bandit teased them.

Ozai's offer for a private island is brought up and the government backed it up with state-of-the-art living as a thanks, but news came in of a monstrous snail mutation making its way to Omashu. Azula stood tall, with Sokka in hand, and told her father she's busy. They then climb onto Appa and fly off to save Omashu.

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 8 months ago

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To See Her Like That

Summary: Azula knows that she broke Sokka. She knows that Jet broke her. She doesn't want to do the same thing to Chan.

He said that he wouldn’t leave her.

He said that before he knew what he was getting into.

Now he says that she is too much work and he just wanted something ‘chill’.

To be fair, he isn’t equipped to handle the kind of problems that she has. She probably had been asking way too much of him. As fair as fairness goes, what is fair to Sokka isn’t fair to her.

At least he had been respectful—as much as Sokka can be anyhow—not like Jet.

Sokka had disappointed her.

Jet had broken her entirely.

She has been cautioned by veterans that psych ward romances are a dreadful thing to pursue but sometimes Azula thinks that, that is her only option. Really, the only people who could stomach visiting her when she finds herself there are the people who show up often themselves.

She could probably find someone. A person whose problems are nothing like hers but, at the same time, are also compatible. She has yet to find anyone who is compatible with her personality. Most people, even there, find her to be abrasive and off putting.

And that’s why she has to keep herself in check. She has been doing so well. She walks with her head held high and her hair styled nicely. Her clothes are unwrinkled and they smell faintly of laundry detergent. She smells of the perfume that she has spritzed herself with that morning. Her makeup has been done artfully—artfully and with the extra care to conceal the bags that have begun to reappear under her eyes.

She leans against her locker and closes her eyes, forehead propped up against the forearm that she has raised above her head, her fingers curl around the frame of the locker. She stares at a pile of textbooks, willing herself to pick out the ones that she needs so that she can head to volleyball. So that she can look at them later and keep her grades at a perfect hundred.

She can’t let them slip a second time, she’d pulled herself out with a low A and a searing cluster of B’s to mar what would have been an impeccable GPA. She grips the locker tighter and exhales, drumming her fingernails upon the metal.

“You and Chan are going the movie theater this weekend, right?” TyLee’s voice causes her to jolt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She exhales again. “Yes. We are. Why?”

“Well, I was wondering if Mai and I can tag along. We haven’t had a double date in awhile!”

Azula flinches she hasn’t had a date at all. At least not in the last two years. To think that it has been that long. “The two of you can come along.” Azula replies. It might be better to take her first date in a while with company.

He texts her a lot. Mostly to tell her that she is pretty and that her haircut suits her. She doesn’t like her haircut, it hasn’t looked right since she’d tried to do the job herself. Her stomach tickles at the memory and she quickly shoves it back in its place.

He calls her too.

Talks to her for hours.

But that’s only because he has no idea…

He’d hang up if he knew.

She thinks about Sokka when he texts. They have the same sense of humor. They have the same typing quirks that drive her up the wall—that is to say that they always substitute ‘too’ with the number two and ‘for’ with the number four. Grammar is not important to them and spelling has even less value.

And it hurts. Because she knows that it is her own fault. Sokka was perfectly caring. He meant well and she had done what she always does. Did? She thinks that she is a better person now, but sometimes she has her doubts.

She loved Sokka so much.

Maybe he would have been more willing to visit her in the psych ward if she hadn’t cheated on him for TyLee. Maybe he would have been less terrified of her screaming and crying if they hadn’t been preceded by lies and manipulations. Guilt trips and mind games.

Sokka loved her and she loved control. She loved Sokka. She loved to control Sokka. She had to know what he was doing, who he was talking to. She told him that it was his fault; that she knew that he had a reputation for being flirty and that she wouldn’t tolerate it. That she wouldn’t have had to check his phone if he didn’t get around so much.

Really it was her fault. Her own mind. Those whispers that were her own and her father’s telling her that she is impossible to love. In such a case, of course Sokka would seek love on the side. And so she’d done just the same—a preemptive measure.

He didn’t leave her just then.

He should have.

He had taken so much more than he should have.

He still doesn’t hate her.

But Katara does.

And Hakoda does.

He still doesn’t smile quite the same way that he had before he met her.

That is how Azula knows that she deserved Jet.

The way he talked to her; oh he had said many things and sometimes when she is trying to get some sleep she remembers them.

The early morning hours give her time to juxtaposed his words with her own. “You’re sleeping with Mai, aren’t you? To steal her from your brother? If I wanted to date a slut I would have picked TyLee.” Against “I saw you flirting Yue again. I expect loyalty, not a man who snaps nudes for every girl who looks at him.”

“Why are you wearing those? You look prettier without them.” Until then she had liked her glasses, she thought that they made her look intellectual. But with some back and forth, she had come to decide that contacts would be better suited for her. They are less of a hassle with volleyball anyways. Even then Jet still concluded that she’s not that attractive anyways. Her face is too soft. It isn’t really any different than when she told Sokka, “keep making jokes, Sokka, I guess that you have to have something since you don’t have aesthetic pleasantries.”

“I can tell that it’s off season. I think that your face is getting softer. You should probably find another sport to join.” It sounds very much the same as, “I’m dating the hockey star, not the chubby band kid.” That had been a raw spot for Sokka who loved to snack on chocolate bars after practice but never did so in front of her again. Azula had taken up archery.

“Everybody knows what you did to Sokka. I’m the only one who trusts you now.” It’s fine. She doesn’t trust herself much either. She doesn’t really trust anyone anymore. “I’m not going to get into that car with you, everyone knows about your DUI. You put Haru in the hospital.” It hadn’t been a DUI; she found out months later that Sokka is diabetic. The rumors in this school have always been outlandish. She loved listening to them and all of their ludicrous complexities.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!? I thought that you were a little off but y-you’re crazy. You’re batshit fucking insane!” Those were parting words but those words never parted with her.

She had never said anything like that to Sokka.

Indeed Jet had a way of reminding her of what she is. No. It hadn’t been a reminder. It had been an eye opener. To hear versions of her words on someone else’s tongue and realize just how unpleasant, how utterly horrible they are…

She is not a good girlfriend.

She is not a good person.

She had damaged Sokka, changed him for the worst. Left him to pick up the pieces and figure out how to love and trust again.

And Jet had done her the same.

She can’t complain. She deserves it.

She started it.

She would have stayed with him if he wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with her.

They could have each other so that others won’t have to get caught up with either of them.

Maybe next time he texts, she will answer.

Before she ruins Chan too.

.oOo.

Azula thinks too much. She thinks until her head is pounding. It used to be the product of expectations—her own, father’s, those of her teachers, those of her classmates—and not being able to meet them. Her dread and stress had all boiled down to not being good enough. That was relatively simple and she had started to get used to that. Used to the fear that she won’t amount to anything in spite of her skill and her luck.

Regret is new. Guilt is new.

They stir in with her former anxieties and concoct something unpalatable. Something that she can’t deal with for much longer.

She is supposed to be going to the movies. But she can’t dress herself because she can’t look in the mirror. She can’t look in the mirror because she is going to see an amalgamation of every horrible thing that Jet has ever told her. Every horrible thing that her father has called her when she fell just shy of his standards.

She is going to see the person who doesn’t treat other people right.

TyLee tells her that she is doing better, that she has gotten a lot friendlier. But TyLee has a habit of telling her exactly what she wants to hear. Azula can’t tell if it is out of fear or just TyLee being her bubbly, happy self.

Zuko had told her that she is easier to talk to these days. But right now she can’t recall him doing so.

She doesn’t want to go back to the psych ward. She doesn’t want that gossip to revitalize, not when it had just started to die down. She doesn’t want Chan to look at her the way Jet had. With disgust and with fear. With hatred.

She has to get herself under control and she has to do it fast.

Her heart is racing and it does so in double time; faster than it would have if she weren’t trying so damn hard to make it stop.

Her phone buzzes.

Chan has this annoying habit of saying, “I’m on my way” when he is pulling into her driveway.

He is going to see her like this; hyperventilating with tears streaming down her cheek. And if he bothers to ask her why, she won’t be able to tell him. She doesn’t know why she is so distraught; things have been going very well.

She had recovered. She was better.

She. Was. Better.

She cups her head in her hands, practically clawing at her hairline.

She can get herself under control.

She needs more time.

She just needs more time.

She hears footsteps on the stairs and they are getting closer. She catches a glimpse of a shadow and then Chan’s frame fills the doorway. She told herself that it wouldn’t happen again. That she would never get that bad again. But here, now, she is feeling out of sorts and disconnected, panicked and numb all over again. Reliving that which has already happened. Same situation. Different face.

She had been feeling off for the better part of the morning.

School has been overwhelming, the workload combined with her volleyball practices, and those career building workshops that father has her attend just to fluff up her odds of getting accepted into the top universities.

There is just so much to do. There is always so much to do.

She should be working on the pile of assignments—they are all piling up and not for her own laziness. She has been chipping away at that stack of homework and college prep work, but for every assignment she turns in, she receives another. And when it is a competition weekend the pile doubles. Sometimes she thinks that father has unreasonable expectations. Most of the time she faults herself for not meeting them.

She should be working on that pile but she is at the mall with Jet. They have just finished a movie that she wasn’t particularly interested in to begin with. A movie whose dialogue had been drowned out by her own inner monologue.

She doesn’t feel like herself. She mostly just wants to go home. She hasn’t spoken to Mai and TyLee in a while and they are probably getting sick of her blowing them off for Jet and for her studies.

Jet has his arm slung over her shoulder. She fakes a smile. He snaps a photo. They are an enviable couple and anyone in the school would kill to have the sort of relationship that they have…as it is presented on their screens.

She sips at her strawberry lemonade. Evidently it is the most enjoyable thing she has had all day. Really she would rather be alone. Alone and getting through all of her assignments with willpower and, perhaps, a touch of coffee. By the time she gets home she will only have an hour left to do at least three hour’s worth of work. And she knows what father will say. Perhaps there is a part of her that wants him to become furious and sacre Jet off so that she can finally be free of him without the option to take him back when he inevitably crosses a line before coming back with a gift and kind words.

She thinks that he knows that she doesn’t want to be alone.

Her head hurts so much. Maybe it is the lighting in this place. Maybe the movie had been too loud.

Maybe it is that she she spots Sokka with Suki on the other side of the food court, just leaving the arcade.

The next time she looks up they are kissing and that is enough…

Truth be told she doesn’t remember much about what happened after that.

Just that Jet hadn't visited her. And that he had made it apparent that he thinks she’s embarrassing to be around.

“Do you know how many people saw you screaming like that?”

She hadn’t been keeping track. She doesn’t think any of them knew her, aside from Sokka and Suki of course. But they didn’t talk. They didn’t talk because they hadn’t been there at all. And Jet didn’t talk—his reputation was at stake too.

“What if you do it again? What if you do that in school?”

She likes to think that she has more self control than that. Obviously that day had been a fluke–the product of a few all nighters and a hefty amount of stress. A thing to lock up and hide away with the rest of her family’s secrets. If father could make Zuko’s juvie record disappear than he can cover up a brief visit to a mental health facility.

And he had; people still ask her how her trip to Ember Island was. She tells them that it was uneventful.

This time she will tell them that she had gotten to eat at an over the water restaurant. Just to add a pretty little kick to the lie.

She isn’t crazy.

She can’t be.

She has too much going for her to let her own mind take her down.

“Azula?” Chan’s voice intrudes on her thoughts.

She should have at least shut and locked her bedroom door. Not that her mind is in any place to think things through. At least father isn’t home.

She isn’t crazy. She can’t be.

And yet…

Sometimes she sees mother in the crowd at pep rallies and volleyball games. Sometimes her face is as bloodied and broken as the car accident had left it.

Almost every time, mother asks her why she and Zuzu did this to her. If only they could have just behaved; stopped bickering and let her focus on driving.

She wonders if Zuzu sees her too. If that’s why he wakes up in the middle of the night screaming. If that’s why he has grown fond of weed and booze. She wonders if that’s why father is so cross with the both of them; why he doesn’t look at them the same way anymore. Why he tells Zuko that he is good for nothing and to stay out of his sight and why he loads her with so many extracurriculars that she is hardly home.

It isn’t because he loves her and cares about her education. Sometimes Azula thinks that he wants to see her fail. She has simply been harder to sink than Zuzu was. But she is sinking now. Sinking and thinking.

Thinking of Sokka who, before she had hurt him, had always kept her above the water.

She doesn’t realize that she has been crying until Chan is wiping the tears out of her face.

“What’s going on?”

“Go away, Chan!”

He flinches. “Uh…I was kind of hoping to stay.”

This earns him a laugh. One of those laughs that isn’t quite right, the type that falls upon ears the wrong way. But she can’t quite help it; what a ridiculous thing to say. “Why do you want to stay, Chan?”

“To make sure that you’re okay.”

And a ridiculous follow up. “Do I look okay?” Her stomach sinks. He is just trying to help and she is being so hateful. But that is just her nature, she supposes. He can leave her like Sokka had. It is probably better if he does, she doesn’t need to make a mess of his life too. His father has it in for him as it is. He is probably one house party away from being homeless.

“You look fantastic!” He gives her a thumbs up.

This time her laugh is more genuine, but it is not without that strange hitch. “That’s not what I meant.” She certainly hadn’t started this relationship with Chan for his brains. Sometimes she thinks that he thinks that she is only with him for his chiseled abs and athletic achievements. Truth be told she isn’t sure why she had gone for him—probably because he is just enough like Sokka for her to pretend…

But no. As he scoops her into his arms she thinks that she knows why; he doesn’t look at her the way most people do. With both awe and sheepishness. Sometimes she can best compare him to a golden retriever. And she thinks that she knows what her type is.

She enjoys the company of goofballs: lighthearted people who add some color into her life.

Chan rubs the back of her hand. “Should I tell Mai and TyLee that we won’t be able to make it to the mall?”

This time she is able to bite her tongue, to clear it of bite and sarcasm. She still doesn’t chance opening her mouth, opting to nod instead.

.oOo.

Her throat is raw. That much is evident when she finally manages to speak. “Why are you still here?”

“That sounds like it hurts. Do you want me to make you some tea?”

“Why are you still here?”

He stands up and her heart skips a beat. But he only walks as far as the bathroom. She hears him run the faucet. “At least drink this.”

She doesn’t like tap water but her throat is terribly sore. She cups the glass in her hands and takes a good mouthful of water. It tastes like minerals and metal. Her face scrunches. “Why are you still here, Chan?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you just saw me…” she trails off.

“Is that why Jet left?” At her grimace he winces. “Sorry, bad question. Insensitive?”

“That’s a good word for it.”

“Thanks, I heard you say it and thought that I would try to add it to my vocab.” He gives her a finger gun.

She rolls her eyes. And then her expression goes blank. “Yes. That’s why Jet left me. It doesn’t matter though. He wasn’t that special.”

“That’s like a polite way of saying that he’s kind of a dick?”

She laughs, as much as she can with her throat burning. “I suppose. Yes.”

“You want me to carry you to the couch. We can watch a movie on the couch or I can play my mixtape for you.”

“Another mixtape?”

“Yeah! I call this one: songs to play when you’re in the locker room with the boys!”

“You are neither in the locker room nor with the boys.”

“Which is why we have the mixtape! So we can create an atmosphere and use our imaginations.”

“I suppose that we can listen to your mixtape.” It isn’t as though she has anything better to do. At least listening to the mixtape will make it feel like an ordinary day. An ordinary date.

“Do I…?” She frowns to herself. “Do I treat you well, Chan?”

“Huh?”

“Am I…do I ever hurt you?”

“What? No. Where is that coming from?”

She shrugs. “I’ve been told that I’m not good with relationships.”

“Is anyone?” He quirks a brow. “Ruon and Jin say that I’m thoughtless and too full of myself to love them.”

“There’s a difference between thoughtless and…what I am.”

“What are you?”

Her therapist called her an abuser. A manipulator. Katara had too. And Hakoda. And Suki. “The kind of person who hurts people. Probably a family trait. Mai said the same thing about Zuko.” But Zuko has gotten better. Haru always speaks so well of him.

“You never hurt me.” Chan shrugs. He sets her down on the couch and flops down next to her. She lets him rest his hand on her knee.

“Yet.” Azula mutters. “Give me time.”

“We’ve been together for almost a year now.”

“Sokka is still scared of me.” And he probably should be. She would stay away from someone like herself.

She does avoid someone like herself.

She isn’t sure if she is afraid of Jet, but she certainly isn’t comfortable around him.

“Have you tried apologizing?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want him to forgive me, Chan.” She replies. “I want him to be happy with Suki and…move on.” She wants to forget about Jet. About the habits he has instilled within her. The seeds of doubt and mistrust that had been planted by Ozai and nurtured by Jet.

Chan tilts his head. It’s the same gesture and expression he gives her when she is helping him with his homework.

“Some things just need to stay buried. It’s better for everyone.”

“Yeah.” He rubs the back of his head. “I guess.”

Azula wonders if Sokka hopes that she is happy with Chan. She can’t imagine him wishing her ill, even in spite of everything.

“You should still apologize to him though. I don’t know, tell him that he doesn’t have to forgive you if he doesn’t want to?”

Azula furrows her brows and presses her lips together. “Yes. Perhaps.” She swallows.

“I can come with you.”

She shakes her head. “I’d need to do it alone.”

Chan nods. “Fair enough.”

They are quiet for the longest time. She relishes in the feeling of him rubbing up and down her thigh. And then he takes her hand.

“Do you want to listen to that mixtape now?”

Azula nods.

“Okay well, now that I’m thinking about it, some of the songs are a little embarrassing so try not to cringe too much.”

“Maybe I’ll like your horrible taste in music this time.”

“What kind of music do you like?” He asks as he puts the disk into the player.

She enjoys grindcore and black metal but she doesn’t think that he is ready for that just yet. “Whatever TyLee is listening to.”

“I think that you are lying and that you should make a mixtape for us to listen to on our way to our next date.”

“I suppose that I can.” She supposes that, since he had stayed with her today, he can probably handle her interesting musical choices. Maybe one day she will be able to tell him exactly why Jet had left her. She probably should, before he figures it out on his own.

She lets a few songs come and go. She doesn’t hate them. She doesn’t love them. But she enjoys that they make Chan smile. She appreciates that he tries to sing along; that he is willing to risk his impeccable reputation to make her smile.

She will tell him.

By the end of the night she will let him know exactly what he is in for if he chooses to stay with her.

By the end of the night he is still holding her. He doesn’t exactly know what to say, which is probably why he says nothing. He doesn’t need to. She is just glad to know that he is willing to give her a chance. She is just glad to know that she is not a lost cause.

She is glad to know that she is not like her father.

That she and Jet are not as similar as she had thought.

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