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Brittany S. Pierce Barbie themed moodboard

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Brittana moodboard with Umbreon and Sylveon themes

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ares!santana lopez x aphrotide!brittany s pierce forbidden love moodboard requested by @sohemotional

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honestly they are going to raise the sassiest children

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brittana + comfort

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brittana + the head shake thing brittany does when she can’t handle santana’s everything

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BRITTANY PIERCE SPECIAL: ↳ Chewing gum

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BRITTANY PIERCE SPECIAL: ↳ Tongue

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BRITTANY PIERCE SPECIAL: ↳ Socks collection

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While everyone else is excited that April is back, Santana only has eyes for Brittany.

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Can you write about Brinn (or Britt) taking Santana to a 7-Eleven?

Santana was only six (she wasn't a baby, she'd turn seven in August and that was what she reminded anyone who asked her), riding the new red bike she got for Christmas around the block when she bumped into this weird, tall kid with light brown hair she saw sometimes. He had an old looking green scooter that Santana thought looked pretty lame and was wearing a Power Rangers shirt. He had recently moved into the neighbourhood with his mom, that was all Santana knew.

"Hey, do you want to be friends?" The other six year old asked, wincing when she glared at him.

"No!" Santana shouted and left in a flash before he had a chance to answer her, showing off how fast she was. Santana thought Finn was annoying but she didn't know anyone else in the neighbourhood who was her age, so she ended up hanging around him when she was completely bored a few times. She didn't like boys much and he was one of the dumbest boys she had ever met. One day, she came over to his house to watch some lame Star Wars movie he kept ranting about. Santana's jaw dropped when the prettiest girl she had ever seen came to the door.

This had to be Finn's older sister he had mentioned before several times. She was nine, much taller than Santana and had the brightest, cat-like blue eyes, along with long blonde hair. Santana was speechless when she smiled at her and there were butterflies in her stomach.

Santana was so awestruck by Brittany that it took her a while before she was comfortable enough in the older girl's presence to act normally but once she did, she became closer to Brittany than she had been with Finn. The trio soon did everything together, even though Santana secretly would have preferred if it was just her and Brittany. Finn began to pout and complain about the two girls always leaving him out of things.

Fast forward more than ten years later and an eighteen year old Santana was nervous when her childhood friend Finn was calling up the Latina to ask if she wanted to hang out with him and his sister on a summer day.

"Whatever, Finnocence. I guess." She mumbled into the phone disinterestedly. She and Finn moved in different circles in high school and Santana still found him irritating half the time but he was one of the popular jocks and she was a cheerleader, so at least they had their popularity in common.

She had nothing better to do that day other than paint her nails and maybe just maybe part of her was nostalgic for weekends at the Hudson house and lame movies. Carole and her boyfriend Darren had always treated her like family. There was the sound of giggling in the background as someone seemed to grab the phone out of Finn's hand and a girl's voice.

"Oh wait, my sister's back home from college on vacation and wants to say hi..."

Santana swallowed hard, heat rising to her face as her nervousness took over. She had always had a massive crush on Brittany but had been too terrified to admit it to the older girl. She felt like there was no way someone as angelic as Brittany could ever love her back and now that she was in college, she was even further out of her league.

"H-hi..." She stuttered nervously, cringing at herself for how shy she sounded. Brittany was an incredibly gorgeous girl and even though Santana tried to date other girls in the past, she couldn't get the freckled, blonde she knew since childhood out of her head.

"Hi Santana!" Brittany chirped casually, "It's been a while. I missed seeing you."

"I m-missed you too."

"So are you coming? Finn and I have the coolest place ever to take you to."

"Sure. I'll be ready," Santana tried to ignore how the butterflies were fluttering again like crazy. She was so nervous about going out with Brittany, even though it wasn't as if the three of them hadn't been out countless times together before. "Where are we going?"

"It's a secret," She teased with another soft giggle, "We'll pick you up in ten minutes, okay?"

Santana began to panic as soon as she ended the call and spent what felt like a million years primping in the mirror, staring at her reflection and making sure her straight black hair and makeup looked amazing because there was no way she'd let Brittany see her looking like a mess. Her tight jeans, black leather jacket and boots would have to do.

There was an insanely bright pink G-Wagon parked in the driveway of the Lopez mansion a little later than Brittany said she'd be. Finn and Brittany could never do anything on time. The blonde girl saw Santana watching them through the window and waved at her from the driver's seat. Santana tried to calm the butterflies she felt again but quickly made her way down to her friends after her mother shouted at her telling her the Hudsons were there. Finn fist-bumped her in greeting and Brittany grinned cheerfully when Santana climbed into the backseat.

"Hi Guys."

"Hi, Hot Stuff!" Brittany quipped, meeting her gaze head on.

Was she flirting with her or what? Blue eyes were narrowed, long lashes fluttering and it felt like Brittany was eyeing her appreciatively but maybe that was just wishful thinking on Santana's part. "Wow, you're all dressed up. It's just us, Silly. Remember you and I used to play naked in the splash pool?"

Santana blushed deeply, squirming as she snapped her seatbelt on and trying not to look as flustered as she felt. Finn just laughed awkwardly, his hoodie pulled over his head because he was being driven in Brittany's Barbie pink car. Of course Finn, being Finn also was completely oblivious to Santana's huge crush on his sister.

"I've also seen you in Hello Kitty pajamas, Santana. You look great in that leather jacket though."

"You too. You look... nice." Santana responded, cursing herself for not having a better line. Brittany was wearing an adorable pink shirt with black cats and jean shorts, her long hair in beachy waves. She was even more beautiful than Santana remembered her being.

"Um, Britt... you might want to pay attention to the um, road. Getting kind of dizzy." Finn pointed out as Brittany swerved wildly and drove like she was flying. Santana started to feel a little disoriented herself. Brittany was the craziest driver she knew and she’d get distracted by anything.

"I think we just drove past here." He mentioned as it felt like Brittany had circled the same block a few times."

"Oops, sorry. I had my head in the clouds. This happens all the time." Brittany spoke in a dreamy voice but at least they were finally on the highway again.

"It feels like I'm being kidnapped by Barbie." Santana joked as Brittany drove along in her crazy, girly car for twenty more minutes and Finn kept making his usual dad jokes, bopping his head to some pop song Brittany was playing. There was an easygoing, light vibe like how it always was with the Hudson siblings and Santana found herself enjoying how relaxed it was with them, even though it was hard to focus on anything other than her attraction to Brittany.

"Ohh remember when we used to play Barbies?” Brittany glanced back at her in the rear view mirror, beaming. "Finn used to be really into that too."

"Hey now, let's keep that just between us," Finn chuckled nervously as Santana snickered. "It was just fun making up stories."

"You set my Ken doll on fire." His sister giggled, catching Santana's eye again and pointedly staring at her. It was true that Santana had been insanely jealous of watching Brittany being obsessed with that doll when she was eight and set it on fire in a fit of rage. Santana slumped down into her seat in embarrassment as the two smirked at her.

"Oh look, we're here!" Finn announced happily. Santana blinked in complete confusion as they pulled into a gas station. "It's the most fun place ever. Britt and I go here all the time for fun."

"It's... a 7-Eleven..." Santana said flatly, blinking in confusion as Finn and Brittany got out and encouraged her to follow them. It was probably the biggest 7-Eleven Santana had ever seen. When Finn kept ranting about some cool place they wanted to take her, Santana expected something way better than this. She was unimpressed.

Finn kept looking over at Brittany like an excited puppy to see her reaction. Ever since Santana first met him, Finn always looked up to his older sister. Brittany reached up as she was shorter than him even in her high heels and ruffled his brown hair affectionately.

"Yeah, I know. Isn't that great?" Brittany gushed to the black-haired girl. Santana nearly tripped when her hand grabbed hers as they walked over, forgetting about anything disparaging she was going to say as she saw how excited Brittany was. She didn't understand why Brittany was holding her hand but she wasn't going to pull away.

"Um... it's something." Santana cleared her throat, trying not to hurt the girl's feelings.

"This is the best place ever to get snacks other than the dollar store. Hey look, Brittany, chips are on sale!" Finn grabbed several huge bags of potato chips, shoving them into a basket and Brittany made a delighted sound. Both of their eyes went big as they saw all of the snacks on display in the aisles. "We'll need to get all the discounted Halloween chocolates too."

"Yep and don't forget ice cream. We're running low on chocolatey caramel vanilla swirl and that's my favourite." Brittany added with a nod. For the life of her, Santana couldn't understand what the two were so happy about but they moved around at a fast pace and talked like they were seasoned experts. Her face fell and she tried not to look disappointed when Brittany let go of her hand to go inspect a huge bag of pink and white marshmallows Finn was holding up.

"Are you guys done yet?" Santana crossed her arms over her chest, not keeping the irritation out of her voice after the two of them spent the next ten minutes debating which snacks they should get.

"Don't worry, it's not over just yet. The best part is about to come." Brittany winked at her and Santana's knees felt a little shaky.

"Oh you're in for a treat, Santana. I can't believe you've never tried this stuff before." Finn sighed, in ecstasy as he bit into a chocolate bar.

"I can't either." Santana deadpanned as he and Brittany lead her over to the counter where you could buy nachos and slushies. Sure, Santana had been to a 7-Eleven once or twice in her life but she was completely out of her element.

She liked to live in luxury and gas station food wasn't exactly glamorous. She cringed, thinking of the germs the food was probably full of and her eyes darted around, hoping that no one from her high school was seeing her there. This was what she got all dressed up for? Brittany handed her a set of nachos and added cheese to them for her. Santana stared at them scornfully but her face softened when Brittany looked at her encouragingly.

"Yeah, they’re good. The cheese does kinda make me gassy though so you might want to roll a window down just in case." Finn added as an afterthought and Brittany laughed loudly, elbowing him in the side while Santana just stared at him, repulsed. Santana could never really understand the dynamic between the Hudson siblings.

"It's delicious, trust me. Do you want a slushie too?"

"Ew - I mean no - no thank you. They're way too sweet." Santana made a face as Finn began sipping the blue extra large slushie he was holding and Brittany just shrugged, sipping from her smaller red one as she paid for their things. Santana offered to pay for hers but Brittany didn’t let her. They also grabbed some hot dogs with everything on them for Finn and he made sure to cover his nachos with every topping imaginable.

"What the fuck, Flopson?" Santana groaned when Finn bumped into her, spilling some slushie on her expensive shirt. She could practically scream in frustration. That was the last straw. She hated feeling unclean. Seeing the puddles of spilled slushie and dried on coffee on areas of the floor everywhere she went only made her feel more repulsed.

Santana slipped away into the aisles, asking or rather demanding with a snarl that Finn held her tray, along with his own, much heavier one. The boy just blinked at her in confusion but didn't argue as he knew not to argue back with Santana when she was in one of her moods. She was annoyed at watching Finn stuff his big face the whole time they stood up by the counter and flustered about having to hang out in this gross, tacky place in the first place.

"Whoa - what the fuck..."

She was surprised when she felt arms wrap around her and was about to deck whichever pervert grabbed her but she heard Brittany's soft voice in her ear and blushed, feeling her curves pressed against her back.

"Are you okay, Santana?" She giggled as Santana turned around to face her with a flustered expression. "Not too traumatized?"

So Brittany had noticed her lack of interest after all. Santana didn't want to upset the girl by admitting she wasn't into gas station food.

"I'm not..."

"I'm sorry about your shirt. You know my little bro gets clumsy sometimes. You can borrow one of mine and I'll help you get the stain out."

"T-thanks."

"You look really weirded out. I'm sorry if we made you uncomfortable by taking you here. If you want, I can take you back to our place or somewhere else."

"It's fine, Brittany. It's just not exactly... fancy."

"I know you only like your fancy pants five star restaurants but thanks for coming with us anyway," Something about the way Brittany was standing so close to her, whispering in her ear was making Santana forget to breathe. "For what it's worth, you look really hot in that outfit. It's turning me on."

Santana yelped, looking around to make sure Finn wasn't hearing them because she was so flustered by Brittany. She was relieved that they seemed to be alone, out of earshot of the other customers. She practically overheated when Brittany slipped sneaky hands into the back pockets of her jeans and gave her ass a squeeze.

"Brittany! What are you doing?"

"Sorry, you just looked so cute. I had no choice." Brittany winked again, her octopus arms disappearing from around Santana as she finally moved away. Santana took a deep breath, summoning all her courage and grabbed Brittany's hand, pulling her in close and glared at her.

"Wait, Brittany, I...look, are you... are you flirting with me? Just stop leading me on, okay, if that's what you're doing because... I really like you, way way too much and I don't know if I should be telling you this but... "

Instead of answering, Brittany leaned in close again, cupping Santana's jaw to tilt her face upwards and kissed her. Santana tensed at first, not expecting it. It wasn't that long of a kiss but Santana accidentally dropped the bag of jelly beans she was holding for Brittany and melted completely at the touch of those soft lips against hers. She could taste the cherry flavour from the slushie and to her surprise, it wasn't the least bit unappealing on Brittany.

"Mmm... making out in the 7-Eleven in the chip aisle. So sexy." Brittany joked as they parted and Santana's heart continued to beat rapidly. Santana couldn't help but laugh and Brittany took her hand again and lead her away.

"Whoa, what's going on? Were you guys kissing just now?" Finn raised an eyebrow, grinning at them playfully as he handed them their food and they sat around at a table. He whistled at them, chuckling when neither Brittany or Santana denied it, the black-haired girl hiding her face.

"Maybe." Brittany smirked back at her brother, stealing a bunch of Santana's nachos and the Latina didn't protest at all. Finn made a face at the two as he finally seemed to realize that there was something going on between his sister and the dark-haired girl.

"Huh..." He got out, finishing his third hot dog after the huge set of loaded nachos he had demolished. Finn had always been overprotective of Brittany and Santana wondered if she should start running when the big guy frowned, furrowing his brows. "That's just... wow...I guess I always knew Santana had a huge crush on you."

Santana could not have been more embarrassed as the siblings smirked at her.

"Best first date ever?" Brittany asked jokingly, whispering into Santana's ear. Santana forgot how to speak when Brittany kissed the tip of her ear. She realized that Brittany was kind of right... it had been like a first date for them almost. A very weird one but at least she still got a kiss out of it from the prettiest girl in existence.

"You got that right." She smirked, wrinkling her nose at the smell of nacho cheese on the girl but thinking she was adorable all the same as they finished their food - Santana barely touched hers, much to Finn’s confusion, giving most of it to the siblings to finish - and Brittany lead them back in the direction of her Barbie car, her arm around Santana's shoulders.

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Prompt: Santana is a Fire Nation firebender and Britt is an airbender living in the FN. Maybe no one but Santana knows of her airbending. San would be the crown princess and everyone is confused why San hangs out with and protects Britt who's basically kinda the town's weirdo.

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A/N: So I'm imagining this happening in an AU where there is no 100 Year War or AN genocide. Most of the FN, especially the Royal Family are still prejudiced/don't understand or respect the Air Nomads and are ignorant of their teachings. 

 FIRE and AIR 

Air fans Fire, and causes it to burn more brightly, stimulating enthusiasm and excitement–or inciting passion and anger. Too much Fire can burn up the oxygen in Air, making it difficult to breathe–and too much Air, such as a strong wind, can cause a flame to flicker even more dimly. Excerpt from Linda Goodman’s “Love Signs”

Santana sighed, grunting as she wiped sweat from her brow, the last flames from her hands dying out. She panted heavily, leaning against a giant monument of her great grandfather, a previous Fire Lord, in the courtyard. Life in the palace afforded her a level of privilege most ordinary Fire Nation people could only dream of, yet Santana was lonely and unhappy.

As the seventeen year-old Crown Princess and the only child of the Fire Lord, her duty was to constantly hone her firebending abilities in addition to enduring constant lessons in history, etiquette, strategy and politics. One day she would be in charge of the military and her parents never let her forget about her duties as the next leader.

It was so early in the morning that even the servants were asleep as she went through her firebending drills, wearing full armour. A sudden rustling in the nearby bushes and a flash of pale skin moving through them took her by surprise. At first she thought it might be a cat. She was so shocked and afraid that the words were caught in her throat. Could it be an assassin?

"Who goes there? I'm warning you, if you think..."

There was more rustling as Santana approached with a ball of fire swirling above her palm as a weapon, just in case. The figure emerged from the bushes and Santana instantly attacked, pelting torrents of fire as she executed swift kicks and punches with powerful movements.

"Fight me!" She yelled, annoyed when the stranger was running away from her and hiding behind monuments or trees everywhere Santana turned.

"Okay, I guess if that's what you feel like doing." The stranger said with a shrug.

To her surprise, the would-be assassin just effortlessly dodged every blast she sent their way, whipping and swirling in a graceful fashion. Their movements were pretty to watch and not aggressive like Santana's own. There were constant flashes of pale yellow hair and white skin but it was difficult to keep up.

Santana was so confused because she had never seen anyone fight in this style before with these circular, evasive movements, gusts of wind flowing around them like a whirlwind. Her actions were all defensive and she did nothing to directly attack Santana. Yet the firebender was becoming easily overwhelmed as she constantly pumped out waves of fire that kept missing her opponent. The figure stopped moving for a moment, levitating on a spherical ball of air.

The black-haired firebender felt flustered, heat rising to her face at the realization that the warrior she was fighting was a girl and a very pretty one at that who was somehow fully naked. Santana had never seen another woman naked before and the girl's beauty was mesmerizing.

"Who are you? What do you want?" She demanded in the deadliest tone she could muster, though she stuttered a little, trying to avert her eyes.

"I'm Brittany. I'm not sure why we're fighting but this is fun!" The girl answered in a sweet, playful voice in response to Santana’s threatening tone. The girl sounded very casual and relaxed, her blue eyes glinting and a little smile on her face as if this was an ordinary thing for her to be doing. Santana huffed, summoning all the strength she had to explosively fire an attack at the girl but she was again too quick for her.

"I'm not really into violence but I can play a game with you."

"This is not a game!" Santana insisted through gritted teeth.

Everytime Santana moved, Brittany was behind her, or above her, or slipping between Santana's legs or arms effortlessly, simply gliding through the wind. Each time she thought she got her trapped between her arms, Brittany would slip away from her. This was so frustrating that Santana growled in annoyance. She had never heard of any Brittany before.

"It's like a dance! Are we dancing?" Brittany cheered and indeed her agile, lithe movements were like those of a very skilled dancer as she mimicked Santana's movements, moving to the left everytime the firebender punched right and vice versa in perfect timing. Santana kept trying to corner her with a barrage of blasts but it wasn't working. Each time Santana took a step forward, Brittany would take a step back then they would do the same thing in reverse, then she'd shift from side to side as if they had choreographed this.

"You're leading it so well too. I'm not wearing my dancing shoes but I'll do my best."

“I’m not dancing with you!” Santana sputtered at this absurd statement, her face feeling hot. Brittany didn't seem to have any qualms about invading her personal space either and her being in such close range made it difficult for Santana to hurl flames at her. "Are you making fun of me?"

Santana was so confused by all of this. Eventually she was too distracted by Brittany's body and tripped on her own feet, Brittany looming over her with a smirk.

She placed her hand over Santana's, somehow extinguishing the final flame that the firebender was trying to ignite. Santana shuddered at the feeling of the girl's hand and pulled hers away, ignoring the little spark she felt when they touched that wasn't from firebending.

"I guess Brittany wins." The girl smiled teasingly, pushing her long hair out of her eyes.

"W-what are we doing?" Santana stuttered after a while, finally regaining her ability to speak as she continued to keep her eyes averted and crossed her arms over her chest.

She was irritated at losing the fight, especially to such a weird opponent who wasn't even fighting her. Santana never lost fights but no matter how much power and muscle she packed into her fire attacks, it was useless against the other fighter. If you could call Brittany that.

"Why are you naked, Woman? You're a trickster! Are you a seductress sent by our enemies to take me down - to tempt me away from my duties? Is this part of your battle strategy to use your body to overpower me?"

Part of Santana realized how ridiculous she sounded even to her own ears. Brittany began to giggle at Santana's words and the scowl she was wearing.

"Oh, wait, I'm naked? Oops. My bad!" Brittany looked down at her body and covered the important parts. "Sorry. I guess I lost my clothes somehow when I fell from my glider."

Santana was completely confused by this pretty girl with her cat-like blue eyes and long blonde hair who seemed to have flown there. She wondered if this was some kind of dream she was having.

"Glider? Why are you here in the royal palace?"

"Sorry, I should have introduced myself before," Brittany replied in her friendly, easygoing way, accepting the dark red cape Santana took off of her own back and offered her to cover herself up with. "Let's start from the beginning. Flameo, Hotwoman! That's what people say here, right? So anyways, I was flying overhead on my way to the Southern Water Tribe but I think my coordinates were off and I got distracted by this really pretty cloud in the shape of a catgator..."

"Can you please get to the point?" Santana begged, keeping her arms crossed defensively as she stood up and trying to ignore the fondness she was starting to feel for this girl even though she wanted to dislike her. It was easier to feign anger than admit she was so attracted to this girl.

"Oh sorry, I ramble sometimes. Anyway, I kind of fell into your backyard I guess a few minutes ago when I got caught in this windstorm. That happens to me sometimes. Then I saw you training and I wanted to watch because you're so hot, no pun intended."

Santana raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side.

"Don't you know who I am?" She was surprised this girl was daring and confident enough to speak in such a way to her. It kind of bruised her ego that Brittany didn't seem to know or care how important she was.

"Not really." The blonde girl deadpanned.

"I've never seen anyone who looks like you before."

"Cool. I've never seen anyone who looks like you before either." Brittany replied with a friendly, disarming smile.

"Do you realize you're in the Royal Palace of the Fire Nation?"

"Really? That's awesome." She gasped.

Anyone else would be intimidated and even embarrassed but Brittany just seemed thrilled.

"So you're not here to kill me?"

Brittany just stared at her blankly frowning.

"Of course not. Why would I want to do that?"

"What were those weird twirly movements you were doing when we were fighting? What kind of strange firebender are you?"

"Firebender?" Brittany echoed in confusion. "Oh no, Silly! I'm an airbender."

It was the first time Santana had ever met an airbender and she couldn't believe how eccentric they were. She had only heard of their culture briefly in the geography classes she took but they seemed so unusual that she almost thought they were made up.

That explained the girl's ability to fly and manipulate the winds. It also explained why her eyes and hair were so different from anyone in the Fire Nation. Her own family and the other nobles always sneered at the Air Nomads, treating them like they were a big joke.

"Princess Santana? Is that you?" A voice called.

"You're the princess?" Brittany asked. Santana nodded, surprised but kind of pleased that Brittany didn't treat her any differently after this reveal. At first she thought she wanted the girl to fawn over her like everyone else did but instead she felt relieved that Brittany wasn't idolizing her. The rest of the nation treated Santana as if she were a god descended from the heavens and found it overwhelming to even be in her presence. "I'm not surprised. You look like royalty and act like you're some queen."

They heard the palace servants moving around and Santana grabbed Brittany by the shoulders, placing a finger to her lips to silence her. If anyone found out there was an airbender here, Brittany would be in trouble.

They might even try to imprison her. She couldn't let that happen. Not to mention, the Crown Princess being caught with a half naked girl in public would definitely be humiliating if anyone ever got word of this. She could only imagine what kind of rumours would spread.

"Shh, we can't let them find you here. I can't believe I'm saying this but come with me. We have to hide you." Santana said hastily, quickly guiding Brittany in the direction of her bedchamber on the other side of the palace and slipping them in through a window. Her dark eyes darted around nervously, making sure no one was watching. Somehow they made it there without anyone catching them.

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"This is your room? Flamin'!" Brittany exclaimed as Santana felt a smile tugging at her lips at her use of the antiquated slang while the blonde took in the sight of the luxury Santana lived in. "Is it smokin' or flamin' that you guys say? Sorry I haven't been back to the Fire Nation for a while."

"It's fine." Santana responded with a genuine laugh then glanced at Brittany again, clearing her throat. "Um, we do need to find you some clothes."

She browsed through some of the many expensive and exquisite garments she had been gifted from various noblemen and noblewoman who were friends of the family. She didn't like them and had never worn any of them but Brittany's eyes lit up when she showed them to her.

"Pick any one you want or all of them."

"Oh, I want the pink one!" Brittany insisted. Santana raised her eyebrow when the blonde selected a very soft, muted pastel pink wrap to go over her chest and a matching short skirt. Santana herself preferred much bolder shades of dark red and magenta. She squeaked when Brittany let the cape drop and just started dressing right in front of her with no warning.

"Hey! You can't just do that... I'll just... I won't look, don't worry..." Santana cleared her throat again awkwardly, turning her back to Brittany as she slipped on the garments. Brittany just giggled at how flustered Santana was. 

"Done."

Her face felt hot when she turned around again and Brittany was finally dressed. Her slim waist and flat abs could be seen in the revealing garments, along with her endlessly long legs. Aside from her colouring, she now looked like any other Fire Nation girl.

"How do I look?" She asked, batting her eyelashes.

"Stunning..." The word slipped out before Santana could help it and she cursed herself for not being more careful. Brittany just turned an adoring blue gaze on her.

“What should we do today?”

“What should we do? It's Saturday. I'm expected to read the longest scroll ever about war tactics, then attend my family's banquet with leaders from the Earth Kingdom tonight.” Santana grumbled.

"That's boring. I think we should go out instead. Hey, there's a Fire Festival on today."

"You're seriously asking me to go to the festival? We only just met. I'm not even allowed to go out anywhere without my guards and chaperone and besides, royalty don't go to ordinary places like that."

"Why not?" Brittany tilted her head to the side as Santana frowned nervously, in disbelief that the girl was asking her something like this. "Wait a minute, Santana have you never been to the Fire Festival before? Don't worry, I'll show you what to do."

"Why would you want to go with me anyway? I just tried to attack you."

"Cause I like you, Santana. Can we be friends?"

The sides of Santana's lips curved upwards and her entire expression softened. It had been such a long time since she had a friend who she genuinely liked, instead of being forced to entertain the stuck up teen children of her parents’ noblemen friends. 

“You’re cute.” 

Santana nearly erupted in flames at these unexpected words delivered so flirtatiously, almost singeing them both in her flustered state as she scowled at Brittany. Brittany fanned herself to help with the heat as smoke was left behind.

"Don't say that. I'm not cute." She whined.

“Whoa, that's hot. Can I say you’re pretty too or would you set me on fire for that?” Brittany giggled. Santana pointedly ignored Brittany's flirtations, crossing her arms.

"Fine, Brittany, we'll go to this festival you speak of but whatever you do, you can't use airbending anywhere in public. I mean it."

"Aye, aye, Captain." Brittany saluted her cheerfully, floating around on a spherical ball of air she used like a scooter.

Brittany spent the day hiding in Santana's bedchamber. Later that evening under the cover of darkness, the two of them sneaked out under the cover of darkness, wearing cloaks for disguise.

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