fic: there exists a world
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bonnefoisTitle: there exists a world
Series: Avatar
Character/Pairing: mostly an Azula piece. Azula/Ty Lee, Azula/Mai, minor Zuko/Mai mentioned. The world is her bitch, basically.
Rating: PG-13?
Word count: 1034
Author's note: domestic meme.
There exists a world which Azula has no comprehension or knowledge of. One that she has never wanted to know of. It is made up of mops, and hard labor, and submission. Of humility, and degradation.
All of these things repel Azula, so much that her lips curl as she studies the mops and implements she will have to work with. She wants to burn the handle to nothing. But Azula will do anything to garner her father's approval, to bring down the Avatar. Even housework. The original plan involved Mai and Ty Lee becoming her maids and she as a lady, but she is too conspicuous in all her glory. Everyone will know her that way, and then the plan will be ruined.
So she dons the apparel, just as she bowed before a king as a Kiyoshi Warrior, she will bow before them
With a smirk hidden behind her lips.
*
They slip in easily, of course. They do not double check who they hire. Azula expected nothing less of those simpletons. The outfit is completely unsuited for the labor. It's black and short and frilly and shows too much of them. The master's eyes follow them everywhere with every swish.
Azula has no clue to this cleaning nonsense, but she does not let that stop her. She has excelled in everything, and she isn't about to let that stop for some useless peasant work which she will never sully her royal hands with again.
She works until her hands are rubbed raw. The nobles are foolish and think the servants are unthinking automatons. They speak of their plans right in front of her. It only means she will be out of here more swiftly.
She will destroy them as soon as she returns. It will be deliciously slow. First, she'll ruin their reputation – perhaps insinuate that they are traitors? Oh, it's only the truth. Then, she'll start chipping away at their property, perhaps helping along debts?
Until they come before her and beg – beg for mercy at the seat of her throne.
And she will deny them and throw them out to die in ignominy, for the wolves to pick at their bones.
It is those thoughts that keep her as the master looks lasciviously at here when the wife is away. As she bends and says the horrid 'yes sirs' and 'no sirs' that make up this farce.
*
She admits through it all that it is not all bad. The uniform is quite revealing. Mai is in the kitchen, so she rarely sees her, but Ty Lee is often by. Her breasts nearly spill out of the low-cut gown. She hums as she works, seeming no issue with the peasant work. She is always bending to dust this corner or clean some glassware or other things. Her body is supple and every position lends itself for mental comparisons to coitus.
The master certainly finds it a pleasant sight. Deep within her, Azula agrees. She doesn't hate herself, or decry it as a perversion. She's a princess and can lust after whoever the hell she wants to. The world exists for her pleasure, and not the other way around.
More than once, when the master has laid his eyes on Azula, and she wants to take a hot coal to his balls and watch his skin slowly bubble and peel off, Ty Lee has stepped in. At first, it vexes Azula for stealing the spotlight.
But after the first few times, she realizes that Ty Lee is in essence, protecting her. She is shifting the attention elsewhere, and preventing Azula's body from being felt up, leered at. Azula approves of this loyalty. She thinks of what she could do to encourage it. She does not trust anyone, or even believe in trusting anyone, but a war cannot be fought alone. She needs to rely on someone eventually.
When the master follows Ty Lee into the bedroom she is cleaning, Azula doesn't rush to her aid. She knows that Ty Lee can take care of herself. She wouldn't have chosen her if she couldn't.
She smirks to herself as she hears the body fall to the floor.
*
"We're done here," Azula says. "I've found all I need."
"Finally," Mai says. "I thought I was going to have to stab the guy if he kept trying to pat my ass."
Azula smirks. "You weren't the only one."
"It wasn't that bad...some of the other maids were nice," Ty Lee says. She laughs nervously, and checks quickly to Azula for confirmation. Azula gives her none.
She rips the dress off and throws it to the ground. It smoulders to ash with one flick of her fingers. Unabashed of her nakedness, she pulls on her uniform and ties her hair back. She scans her eyes over her soldiers. Mai is too skinny with jutting bones and a pinched smile. Her ribs are too visible at her stomach, her clavicle looks like a weapon. Oh but ZuZu must like skinny girls. And it would be such a shame for her to steal poor ZuZu's lover girl.
(She thinks of demanding privileges on their wedding night. Maybe just to anger him, to rile him up a bit. The thought brings a smile.)
Ty Lee is curvy, almost to the point of verging on chubby. Her nipples are large, and a rosy color. They are erect in the night air. She pulls her shirt over her head and the view is gone. Azula feels almost a little disappointed, but not for long. She can simply order Ty Lee to take off her shirt at any moment, after all. Right now is not the time for lust – or any lust save the lust for capturing the Avatar, for power.
As they leave, Azula leaves a parting present. A kiss to the air, a burst of flames.
The manor crackles into nothing behind them as they walk away.
Series: Avatar
Character/Pairing: mostly an Azula piece. Azula/Ty Lee, Azula/Mai, minor Zuko/Mai mentioned. The world is her bitch, basically.
Rating: PG-13?
Word count: 1034
Author's note: domestic meme.
There exists a world which Azula has no comprehension or knowledge of. One that she has never wanted to know of. It is made up of mops, and hard labor, and submission. Of humility, and degradation.
All of these things repel Azula, so much that her lips curl as she studies the mops and implements she will have to work with. She wants to burn the handle to nothing. But Azula will do anything to garner her father's approval, to bring down the Avatar. Even housework. The original plan involved Mai and Ty Lee becoming her maids and she as a lady, but she is too conspicuous in all her glory. Everyone will know her that way, and then the plan will be ruined.
So she dons the apparel, just as she bowed before a king as a Kiyoshi Warrior, she will bow before them
With a smirk hidden behind her lips.
*
They slip in easily, of course. They do not double check who they hire. Azula expected nothing less of those simpletons. The outfit is completely unsuited for the labor. It's black and short and frilly and shows too much of them. The master's eyes follow them everywhere with every swish.
Azula has no clue to this cleaning nonsense, but she does not let that stop her. She has excelled in everything, and she isn't about to let that stop for some useless peasant work which she will never sully her royal hands with again.
She works until her hands are rubbed raw. The nobles are foolish and think the servants are unthinking automatons. They speak of their plans right in front of her. It only means she will be out of here more swiftly.
She will destroy them as soon as she returns. It will be deliciously slow. First, she'll ruin their reputation – perhaps insinuate that they are traitors? Oh, it's only the truth. Then, she'll start chipping away at their property, perhaps helping along debts?
Until they come before her and beg – beg for mercy at the seat of her throne.
And she will deny them and throw them out to die in ignominy, for the wolves to pick at their bones.
It is those thoughts that keep her as the master looks lasciviously at here when the wife is away. As she bends and says the horrid 'yes sirs' and 'no sirs' that make up this farce.
*
She admits through it all that it is not all bad. The uniform is quite revealing. Mai is in the kitchen, so she rarely sees her, but Ty Lee is often by. Her breasts nearly spill out of the low-cut gown. She hums as she works, seeming no issue with the peasant work. She is always bending to dust this corner or clean some glassware or other things. Her body is supple and every position lends itself for mental comparisons to coitus.
The master certainly finds it a pleasant sight. Deep within her, Azula agrees. She doesn't hate herself, or decry it as a perversion. She's a princess and can lust after whoever the hell she wants to. The world exists for her pleasure, and not the other way around.
More than once, when the master has laid his eyes on Azula, and she wants to take a hot coal to his balls and watch his skin slowly bubble and peel off, Ty Lee has stepped in. At first, it vexes Azula for stealing the spotlight.
But after the first few times, she realizes that Ty Lee is in essence, protecting her. She is shifting the attention elsewhere, and preventing Azula's body from being felt up, leered at. Azula approves of this loyalty. She thinks of what she could do to encourage it. She does not trust anyone, or even believe in trusting anyone, but a war cannot be fought alone. She needs to rely on someone eventually.
When the master follows Ty Lee into the bedroom she is cleaning, Azula doesn't rush to her aid. She knows that Ty Lee can take care of herself. She wouldn't have chosen her if she couldn't.
She smirks to herself as she hears the body fall to the floor.
*
"We're done here," Azula says. "I've found all I need."
"Finally," Mai says. "I thought I was going to have to stab the guy if he kept trying to pat my ass."
Azula smirks. "You weren't the only one."
"It wasn't that bad...some of the other maids were nice," Ty Lee says. She laughs nervously, and checks quickly to Azula for confirmation. Azula gives her none.
She rips the dress off and throws it to the ground. It smoulders to ash with one flick of her fingers. Unabashed of her nakedness, she pulls on her uniform and ties her hair back. She scans her eyes over her soldiers. Mai is too skinny with jutting bones and a pinched smile. Her ribs are too visible at her stomach, her clavicle looks like a weapon. Oh but ZuZu must like skinny girls. And it would be such a shame for her to steal poor ZuZu's lover girl.
(She thinks of demanding privileges on their wedding night. Maybe just to anger him, to rile him up a bit. The thought brings a smile.)
Ty Lee is curvy, almost to the point of verging on chubby. Her nipples are large, and a rosy color. They are erect in the night air. She pulls her shirt over her head and the view is gone. Azula feels almost a little disappointed, but not for long. She can simply order Ty Lee to take off her shirt at any moment, after all. Right now is not the time for lust – or any lust save the lust for capturing the Avatar, for power.
As they leave, Azula leaves a parting present. A kiss to the air, a burst of flames.
The manor crackles into nothing behind them as they walk away.
