More Apartment 614 stuff…
“This stuff is strooooonggg.” Azula’s chin was resting on the island in the kitchen, looking at the empty bottle of vodka before her with wide eyes.
“How much did you drink?” Zuko was on the sitting on the floor on the other side of the island, his head and back against the cabinet.
“Enough apparently.” The young woman groaned.
2013 Sokkla Week.
Again, from Apartment 614
“Is this the shade of blue you were thinking?”
“Yeah, you don’t like it?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just… very beach like.”
“You know Suki when I asked you to be my maid of honor I assumed that you would just agree with whatever I wanted.”
Suki rolled her eyes, looking at Azula sitting next to her on the green sofa in the living room. “I was unaware that that was my job.”
2013 Sokkla Week.
This was given to me from @seyaryminamoto who’s Hogwarts AU I piggy packed off of.
Original
My First little spin offAfter being turned into a pig more than once by her boyfriend’s sister, Suki was out for revenge. It didn’t matter that she’d been a cute pig, or that she kinda liked the way that Zuko’d scratch her back. She’d had enough of it.
“Don’t do anything stupid.” Zuko reminded her as they swept though the hall way, cloaks flittering behind them. “This is Azula we’re talking about.”
“I’m not afraid of your sister.”
“Well I am!” he croaked. “I think I have enough fear for the both of us.”
“Just trust me.” She reached out for his hand, moving them both to a stop as they hunkered behind a large pillar in the courtyard. Zuko replied with a an unhappy groan as he looked at his sister and Sokka making out in a bench in the courtyard. He knew for a fact that she’s been told not to do that anymore but both teachers and prefects. The least of his worries is that he didn’t want to see his sister with a guy who was his friend.
Suki’s sentiment was a bit different. She smiled maniacally as she reached into the pocket that she kept her wand, placing her fingers firmly around it.
“Adhaestat.” She hissed quietly, waving her want in the direction of the kissing couple. Zuko allowed himself to smirk, watching his sister and Sokka.
In the middle of their kiss they tried to pull away from one another, to catch a breath, to adjust themselves, something. However when they tried to they were unable to move. It was as if the pieces of skin that were touching were unable to pull apart. Their eyes popped open, panic in their faces as they tried again and again to pull away. Azula, apparently knowing of the hex that had been put on her tried to reach for her wand. But her hands were stuck to Sokka, one on his lap, the other on the side of his neck.
Her face tightened in anger, Sokka looking worried at their state. He started to panic, not being able to pull away from her and only making the situation worse with his pulling and attempted flailing. Azula was only getting angrier, tying to express to him to calm down but not getting very far with their tongues stuck to one another.
Suki and Zuko had seen enough, and were back to the Gryffindor common room before Flitwick was able to come to the rescue and dis-connect the other couple. Just as Sokka and Azula were making agreements not to kiss for at least a week Zuko and Suki fell into the lush red sofa with an embrace and a giggle.
Looking back I’m not a fan of how I posted this before, so I’m going to do it like this. This is the first part of the fic, with the second one coming as soon as I can manage. Rated for T for Violence, Sexual Situations and Language.
Long ago the four major crime families of the Yakuza crime syndicate lived in a fragile peace. It was a peace forced out of years of bloody conflict, that left men and women on all sides dead. A peace that was out of survival more than chivalry.
However this peace was shattered by a disease that was simply called “The Flame”. It killed almost all that it affected, with only childbearing-aged women being susceptible to its ravages. They would be healthy in the morning, engulfed in a high fever by the afternoon, and dead before dark. Thousands of women were killed before a cure was found, leaving behind countless widowers and motherless children.
Two of these such families, were the most powerful of crime families.
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