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https://archiveofourown.org/works/88144826

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Mai/Sokka/Azula. Not a threesome I’d ever expected to write, but because of @madamezuki​‘s With Or Without You (and really the whole Smoke Demons Saga) I kinda started enjoying Mai/Sokka as a thing, and my brain went “Why not throw Azula in and see who stays conscious while Sokka’s pounding them into the matress!?” So that’s where we are....

Lets see how well this goes, hmmm?

No, I don’t miss my country like you miss yours, where you long for the familiar ways that people look, think, act, the tastes and sounds and colours that bring back sentiments of the past. The sense that you are exactly where you belong. No, I don’t miss home like you miss it.

I miss home like a man in the desert misses water. Belonging is a human need, like water, like oxygen, like love. And I can see the mirages of home, watch others drink at the pools, but unable to touch them myself. I miss home like a starving man watching others feast. It’s a visceral hole in my soul that I can fill temporarily but the pain always comes back.

I never had a country I considered mine.

There is no place to go back to, because the places I have been exist in pockets of time and lenses of childhood viewpoints. I never got to watch a place grow, and grow with it. If I try to go back somewhere all the sights the sounds the tastes the smells have changed and it is no longer the place that exists in my memory.

Where you can go back thirty years later and all the sights are different, but everyone there remembers it the way you remember it. They sound like you do. They think like you do. And I will never have that.

I don’t miss home like you miss home when you’re away, where you miss it but you know that you can go back. I miss home like a man out of Pompeii, dislocated.

Hehehehehehehehe the truth’s out now, suckers!!

Suki shook her head, her hands clenching in Azula’s shirt as tears fell down her face. “They better find the bastards responsible before I do,” she growled. “Otherwise my fan is going up someone’s ass open.”

 Azula chuckled, shaking her head softly. “There’s my girl,” she said. She froze, her eyes wide as she felt Suki pull back and look at her. “Shit…I—”

 “What?” Suki asked. “Azula, what do you mean by that?”

 Azula sighed, looking away and kicking at the ground softly, backing up as she wrapped her arms around herself. “Tiger-monkey’s out of the bag now,” she mumbled

I’m having fun with this already. Azula’s actually a good person this time, except for what she’s going ot do to Sokka later on. ;)

“You know Smellerbee’s a girl, right?” Azula asked with a smirk, taking a chip. “I know, I know. It was a surprise at first, but she is a girl. Seen her tits myself.”

 Zuko chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t what to know how, Azula,” he said. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, wincing as he hit the scar on his eye. “Coming to the volleyball game?”

 “And miss a chance to heckle Ty Lee and get away with it? Are you crazy, Zuzu?” Azula asked with a smirk. “Wouldn’t miss it. Besides, we both know you’re not going to focus on the game since your eyes are going to be glued to a certain captain’s very lovely assets. Don’t deny it, Zuko, you’ve got a constant boner for Suki but you’re too much of a pussy to go for it.”

 “Because I won’t put her in that position of being a cheater like Sokka is,” Zuko said. “I have a little more respect for her than that, Azula. As much as I want to bend her over a desk and rail her until she can’t walk, I can’t. Despite the shit Sokka does to her.”

 Azula sighed softly, putting her hand on Zuko’s arm. “I can deal with Sokka.”

 “No.”

“Zuzu—”