#atla azutara

[your-local-femboy-bitch]

Katara: I'm gonna fuck you!

Azula: You're missing the up.

Katara: Nope, now get over here.

[blorboazula]

the Azutara tag on AO3 is too silent, we need to fix this. send me prompts I can write really short stuff.

[crionic-dubs]

[memopmiff]

Figure skating au 🧊⛸️

[ube-kun]

Two prodigies 🔥🌊

[crowlion]

Hand practice with the gfs

Inspired by @thyinum's lovely Avatar's hands series

[drabsyo]

me? shipping another rare pair wlw in a fandom i'm 16 yrs late to? just another tuesday

[mayskalih]

[jujuberii]

no matter the ship, i love the trope where toph can sense who has a crush on the other bc of their heartbeats. They'll be stuttering through a convo and she'll just be there like I Know What You Are.

[xi-xi-chen]

[egguys]

something about doomed toxic yuri

[plsdontpercieveme1234]

Writers were too weak to make them happen but I am not

[blorboazula]

The Past is Made of Unspoken Horrors [1/6]

an Azutara soulmates AU | one bares the other's scars | post-canon, established relationship

cw: scars, implied past abuse. mild sexual content, discussion of csa & of non-con incest in future parts (set in the same 'verse as this)

Katara adjusted the forearm guard on her left, making sure it wasn’t painfully tight. They made her feel almost uncomfortably warm in average spring weather of the Fire Nation, but they were better than flowy sleeves that noble women in general worn. Her usual clothes made her feel like she was being steam-cooked. She wasn’t ashamed or uncomfortable about none of the scars on her body (she was even proud of some), her soulmate was. 

For years, Katara believed her match was an older Earth Kingdom soldier. It wasn’t too uncommon to have soulmates with larger gaps, so it wouldn’t be so weird if her mate was older enough to explain why she had gnarly scars as a toddler. In a world where they were fighting the Fire Nation, she saw the scars that could only have come from torture as a sign that she was fated to someone very, very brave.

Her hands shook slightly, her wrists where covered in burn marks and she remembered how she got new ones in there every other day for years. They didn’t talk about it, and Katara understood why it was better to wear thick bracelets, forearm guards and just anything that could cover them. All this hiding wasn’t her favorite thing in the world, but it seemed to placate her match (when it came to the soulmarks, she was quite the calm person most of the time anyways).  

She stepped out of the house, morning heat still easily bearable. With confident steps, she strode her way towards the figure walking along the shore. The figure that slowed her steps, a smirk in her face out of pure jerkiness. The woman eyes her covered arms, making a grunt of approval.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Azula said.

“Good morning, have you been up for long?” Have you slept at all?

“Since Agni has risen.” That was better than the whole week prior. “I’ve trained, meditated, trained some more.”

“How’s the fire going?”

“It’s consistently white,” perhaps Katara was the only person Azula didn’t seem to be ashamed of knowing she was working on her fire being as potent as before. Katara was the only person Azula felt safe and comfortable around. “I see blue sparks every now and then.”

“You’ve made quite the progress, I’m proud of you,’ Azula beamed. Sometimes Katara wasn’t sure how that was the same person that spent months hunting them, even more persistent than Zuko. “Have you eaten breakfast?”

“Breakfast sounds good. Lead the way.”

She gestures towards the house, palm facing up. One of the very few scars Azula carried, in both hands. Katara had been fascinated, a little, they marked the day she learned she could heal as an instinctual thing. Azula hung up to every word, it was the first time the Firebender seemed to be interested in their conversations at all.

(She tried not to think too much about how yeah, scars meant painful wounds. The soulmarks from her told of either funny adventures or significant moments.

Soulmarks from Azula seemed, more often than not, about carelessly hurting a child.

It all left a sour, dirty and bitter taste on the back of her mouth.)

She wanted to reach, take Azula’s warm hand, and entwine their fingers. Katara was an affectionate person, in general, she never withheld hugs and comforting touches. Something she missed about the adventures in war was when the three and then four of them would pile up in the saddle and take naps. 

They made progress, Azula didn’t watch her all the time when she was within arm’s reach from the Waterbender. (She was wary some days, Katara made sure she was just a little further away. Not enough to scream rejection, enough to say I’ll not touch you). Azula still preferred to be the one initiating contact, which she didn’t do often at all. There were hand-holding, a few hugs, gentle kissing. 

Katara wouldn’t get tired of those days, nor of when Azula was just a little bolder and went for hotter, deeper kisses. It felt almost too good, Azula’s bold moments. When she’d allow for less innocent, when she’d ask for a little more. Katara wouldn’t get tired of Azula sliding onto her lap, how warm and solid she was.

It’s too early for you to be thinking about that kind of thing, she told herself.

They sat side by side, close enough for Katara to feel her warmth but they weren’t touching. It was calm, quiet, Katara enjoyed those moments. She enjoyed the peace that Azula seemed to bring with nothing but her presence. Another surprise, but maybe it should have been expected considering that people do say that you’re at peace with your soulmate even if you never thought you’d be.

Azula’s warmth was addicting, if you ask Katara.

“Want to go for a walk?” Katara asked when she found Azula curled up in a seat, quite the old-looking book in her hands. “We can hang out here too.”

“A walk is fine,” there was a small smile on her lips.

Even the smallest smiles brough undeniable warmth to her chest. An innocent reaction when it wasn’t one of Azula’s usual sardonic smirks. The Firebender closed her book, gently placed it on the close table and followed Katara out into the pleasant breeze of the night. It felt nice, those moments in which all they needed was to be around each other. 

After a couple of minutes, Azula stepped just a little closer. Katara turned her hand to offer silent acceptance to what was being offered. Azula’s hand was, of course, quite wam. It was also rougher than you’d expect from a princess that did live sheltered for most of her life, and the roughness didn’t come only from the soulmark. She also had calloused fingers from training with weapons. Their fingers locked, Katara enjoyed how it felt to have her hand engulfed in warmth. Azula, of course, noticed that this small gesture made Katara a little flustered. 

“You’re adorable,” she leaned down and kissed Katara’s cheek. Out of habit, at this point, Katara mumbled about how it was unfair that Azula was the second tallest of their friend group, only losing to the literal Air Nomad).

“And you’re annoying, all tall like that.”

“You surely hate it, it’s not like you snuggle on me when I hold you.”

“You’re warm,” she dared to lean a little closer. “Can you blame me for liking to be held by your strong arms?”

“My strong arms, uh?” She managed to a b itof a smooth talker for all of her awkwardness. “I’ll make sure I keep them that way.”

“I’d appreciate that,” she moved slowly, gave her time to move back, but Azula allowed the Waterbender to hang her arms around her neck. It was one of the few touches the Firebender didn’t mind being initiated by Katara. She tilted her chin up, offering herself to be kissed. “I love you.”

Azula blinked down at her, but didn’t respond with anything but a sweet, little kiss. At this point, Katara got used to it. To no verbal response, to a hint of doubt – even if she didn’t frown the way she did before, or question her in fearful whispers like she did a few times before.

Progress was progress, and Katara was glad to see any at all.

[sillybillylulu]

I've recently had a dream about them kissing so this was absolutely necessary!!! 🌊⚡💜

Also please don't judge if the anatomy for azula isn't correct I cannot draw perspective 😭

[memopmiff]

He’s just trying to be a good brother

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

a dumb little doodle based on this post