Azulabending

Azulabending

Even stripped of her bending, Azula was gagged and tried hands and feet, for her own protection as much as that of others. Ty Lee strips her of her clothes, too, gently but firmly, jabbing each pressure point as it is revealed, followed by a kiss.

Then she lowers Azula into the tub and holds her under until she can imagine what Azula looked like, shackled and soaked by the waterbender. Ty Lee whispers sugary nothings into the shell of her ear and cherishes the beautifully helpless body she washes.

First Azula screams, then she cries, then she goes still.

“You’re sick, Azula. You need to get better.”

Then Ty Lee could love her like she’d always said she did.