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Azula Week 2018 #6

Okay I really like this one, it’s just so fun to write a happy Azula that’s full of love and surround by love. Please leave a like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

“Zira stop that!” Azula shouted and her eldest daughter instantly put away the flame in her hand.

“Mama, he just water whipped me.” Zira whined as Soju snickered from behind a corner.

“Soju, get here now.” Azula said sternly and the young boy slowly walked from around the corner to face his mother. “What have I told you about water bending in the house.” She scolds and he pouts.

“Not to.” He mumbles and Azula nodded.

“Now please apologize to your sister.” She instructed him and his head hung low as she shuffled over to Zira, saying his apology.

“Now please, both of you go get ready. Your father is bringing your aunt Katara and uncle Aang is coming over for dinner tonight.” Azula told them and watched as both siblings rushed to their rooms. She sighed as she rubbed her stomach, she was nearly 8 months pregnant and was beyond ready to have this baby.

“Your siblings are something else.” She mumbles and to her surprise she got a kick in response. “I’m glad you agree.” She chuckles before heading back into the kitchen to get things ready.

It was two hours later when Sokka arrived, quickly rushing to to kiss his wife as he entered the house. Katara and Aang followed suit, with Bumi, Kya and baby Tenzin. Zira and Soju took off with their cousins as soon as the older kids entered the home, leaving the adults to catch up. Though it’s been years, the group could still get awkward around each other. While Katara and Azula tolerated each other, they never engage in anything more than small talk.

This time it was Aang and Azula’s turn to cook while Sokka and Katara prepared the table and everything else. They always alternated who did what, avoiding Katara and Azula working together at all costs. And surprisingly, Aang and Azula got along quite well, ignoring the fact that she killed him when they were kids. They managed to have the food done in record time, as they always did when they worked together and the two families came together eat and discuss the latest happenings in their lives. They often allowed the children to go play while the continued to catch up with each other.

The conversations were fairly normal, Aang talking about republic city and helping people. Sokka went on about his latest painting and his work on the counsel. Katara informed them about her healing school and how she planned to start teaching Kya how to heal soon. And that left Azula who was asked about how her pregnancy was going and how well Zira and Soju’s bending was getting better, a gleam of pride on her face.

“Aang, I actually wanted to ask if you could give Soju some lessons. I read over the scrolls with him but he can only do so much without someone there to show him.” Azula asked and Aang grinned.

“Of course Azula, no problem. I can stop by tomorrow if you’d like.” Aang tells and she nods.

“That’s fine, he’s going to be so excited.” She told him. No one noticed Katara’s disappointed look as they discussed Soju’s waterbending.

After dinner, Sokka and Azula went about putting the food away while Aang and Katara went about cleaning off the table and listening out for the kids. Things seemed to be going perfectly fine as both couples moved to the living room area. That is until Zira came running from outside in tears. She practically hopped into Sokka’s lap as she began hiccuping, trying to wipe her tears as new one formed.

“Zi, what’s wrong? What happened?” Azula had jumped into full mama bear mode. She often worried about being a good mother for her children so she tended to be overprotective. She nearly stood up but her stomach prevented her from doing so. The girl looked up at her mother and shook her head.

“They won’t let me play!” Zira cried and the parents frowned, a glare on Azula’s face.

“Why not?” It came out more forceful than she intended but she wanted to get to this bottom of what was going on.

“Th-they said my-my bending was too dangerous.” She told her, crawling over to her mother. Zira was upset but she knew if her mom went outside, everyone would be more trouble than they could ever imagine.

“I’ll go out there.” Sokka stood up from his seat knowingly. He knew that if Azula went out there, nothing good would result from it. Azula stayed in her seat, running her fingers through Zira’s dark brown hair.

“We’ll make sure we talk to them when we get home.” Aang says to Azula, who nods understandingly. She knew Aang was more found of firebend than he led people to believe. Azula looked back at her daughter who still looked very upset about what her brother and cousins did.

“All bending can be dangerous. You just have to keep control and everything will be alright. In no time, you’ll be just as good as I was at your age.” Azula tells her daughter.

“Will I ever have blue fire like you?” The young firebender asked and Azula smiled.

“I don’t know. I was the first to have blue fire. It took a lot of practice and work.” Azula told her.

“I can do it.” Zira says confidently as she sits up from her mother’s lap. She jumps off and runs back towards the door, almost knocking over Sokka as he entered the house. She hugged her father’s leg as she told him, “I’m going to bend just as good as Mama!” The girl smiles before going back outside. Sokka looked up with shock, surprised at how quickly the girl recovered. He walked over to Azula, kissing her on the temple.

“I don’t know how you do it.” Sokka smiles at her.

Within another hour, Aang and Katara decide that it was time to go, gathering Bumi and Kya, who knew they were in trouble and transferring Tenzin from Azula’s arms to Aang’s. Katara said goodbye to her niece and Nephew, hugging her brother before requesting to speak to Azula privately. Surprised, Azula agreed and the women made their way into the kitchen while Sokka took the children upstairs to prepare for bed.

“What’s wrong?” Azula asked, her voice neutral as it ways was when talking to the waterbender.

“I just wanted to say that you are an amazing mother. I thought you deserved to hear it after all these years.” Katara told her, smiling softly at her.

Azula’s eyes widen in shock as she takes in her sister in law’s words. She would have never expected that Katara would be the one to compliment her parenting skills. If anything, she expected her to criticize them, to call her out for being an awful mother. But she couldn’t fight the tears that filled her eyes at the statement. It had to be the pregnancy that was making her like this because somehow she ended up hugging her.

“Thank you.” She said simply too surprised to say anything else. The hug lasted longer than expected and when they broke apart it was as if they had a new understanding of each other, a new common ground.

It filled Azula with joy to have his experience. To have the awkward relationship and the kids playing together. The family dinners and the encouraging words. This type of family was way better than the jealous siblings and the parents taking sides, the two children being pitted against each other. It was the type of family she never knew she wanted and never wanted to lose.

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Azula Week 2018 #2

Here goes my second installment for Azula Week 2018, this one about motherhood (more like Azula being nervous about being a mother. I hope you enjoy it and leave a like or reblog if you liked it.

To say Azula was nervous during her pregnancy was an understatement. It seems as if her nerves were on an all time high, her perfectionist re-emerging as she spent hours on end making sure the nursery was just right. She ensured that drunk every tea that was supposed to help things go smoothly, even the ones that tasted like dirt. So the fear in her eyes when her water had finally broke came to no surprise.

“Sokka!” She shouted from the bathroom. Sokka, of course, just rushed in with paint still covering his body and hands.

“What’s wrong?” He said and quickly noticed the puddle of water beneath Azula’s feet.

“What do you think is wrong, my water just broke, that’s what’s wrong!” Azula snapped and despite his initial shock, he couldn’t help but to smile. “What the hell are you just smiling for?” She yelled at him, her contractions finally hitting her hard.

“She’s finally coming.” He tells her and she groans.

“You don’t know that it’s a girl, Sokka. Now please help me to the bed.” She tells him and he quickly grabs her hand, wrapping his other arm around her to assist her to the bed. Once she made it there, the pain seemed to only intensify.

“I’ll go get Katara.” He says as his nerves return.

It only took a few moments before Sokka returned with his sister. Katara did a quick check up on how far Azula was in the labor process before kicking Sokka out of the room. Something that came without protest as Azula had started swearing off sex and not letting Sokka touch her ever again. The labor had last a long ten hours before Azula was actually able to start pushing. It was only another ten minutes before their child entered the world and Sokka was allowed back into the room.

“Surprisingly, you were right, you got a little girl.” Katara told him as he entered the room and she saw his eyes light up.

“A girl….I know Azula is so pissed that I was right.” He chuckles and she nods.

“Oh you know she’s furious.” Katara laughs as she leads him to his wife and daughter. All of his remaining nerves seemed to fade away as soon as he saw them. He kneeled down at the side of bed, kissing the side of Azula’s head. Despite looking calm as ever, her fear had reached an all time high and she held the fragile newborn in her arms it took a moment but Sokka finally spoke, distracting her momentarily from her fears.

“She’s breathtaking.” Sokka whispers as he takes in the sight of his daughter. She wasn’t as tan as him of course but it was clear she was water tribe. And the hair on her head was as dark as her mother’s. The only thing he couldn’t tell was whose eyes she had.

Seeming to know the exact question he was thinking of, Azula said,”She has my eyes.”

“Well then she had the most beautiful eyes in the world.” Sokka says with a smile and she smiles backs softly. After a few moments of silence, suddenly Azula’s eyes were filled with tears.

“What if I’m not a good mother, Sokka?” She chokes out and Sokka shook his head instantly.

“Don’t think that. You’re going to be an amazing mother, I know it.”

You don’t know that!” She says with a bit more force and their daughter stirred in her arms.

“Azula, I know you’d do anything for this little girl. And I know that you’re worried about being a bad mother but trust me, there is no one better to be her mother than you.”

“Sokka..”

“No, I mean it! I mean, who better to teach her how to be strong and confident. And I can already see you doing her hair before bed or practicing bending stances early in the morning. Or I’ll teach her how to use a sword, only when she’s old enough. And of course we’re gonna make a few mistakes but she is going to be okay, we’re going to be okay.” Sokka says before kissing her hair and Azula lets her tears fall finally.

“How do you do that?” She asked him and he furrowed his eyebrows,

“Do what?” Came his reply.

“Do that! All of the pep talks and making me believe what you say.” She says and he shrugs.

“I just tell you the truth, Zula. Nothing less.” He says and she moves to sit up further.

“I guess I should actually let you hold her.” Azula tells him and moves to place their daughter in his arms.

Sokka stared at their child in awe as he held her close to his chest. He couldn’t believe that he created something so perfect. Well, she was half Azula so he could actually believe it. In that moment, the newborn yawned and opened her eyes, showing Sokka what looked like a clone of Azula’s eyes. The sight made his heart swell as she stared up him with wide eyes. He couldn’t help but to look over at Azula and say, “I told you it was girl.”

“You know, this is the only time you’re going to hear me admit that you were right so enjoy it while it lasts.” She tells him and he chuckles. “And if you tell another soul, I’ll kill you.” She adds and he shakes his head.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Sokka grins before kissing her. “But what are we gonna name her?” He says and Azula freezes up.

“I..I have no clue. I really didn’t think it would be a girl.” She says and he chuckles.

“Well we have some time.” Sokka tells her and she nods, finally getting sleepy.

Azula laid there as she watched Sokka coo at their daughter’s face. The sight of that calmed almost every nerve she had about being a mother. At least for now. Maybe he was right. Maybe Azula would be a good mother after all. Despite what anyone else said. And for now, that was all that mattered.

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Azula Week 2018 #5

Yes I know I’m posting this late but I just had to start over from what I originally had. Either way, I hope you enjoy this, leave a like and/or reblog and I’ll be posting day 6 later.

She stood at the ocean, staring blankly as the waves as the crashed into the shore, covering her feet with sand and saltwater.

She hated the water.

She had always hated the water, ever since she was a child. It had never been kind to her. And ever since her battle with the water tribe peasant, she had despised it. It had been the one thing that always determined her downfall, her failures. Which made it ironic that I’m a few days she would be headed to the water tribe for her wedding. She reached up and caressing the pendant on her neck, it hung off of a red leather necklace and have a beautiful flame symbol carved in it with dark blue paint.

She was rarely nervous but this was something she couldn’t shake. All of the what if’s and possible ways this could go bad seemed to follow her through everything. And what seemed to be even more ironic is that standing at the shore is the only way she can wrap her head around things and organize her thoughts. As much as she hated it, it seemed to bring a sense of calm over her. Something the spirits had to have done on purpose.

She loved Sokka more than anything and she didn’t know what she’d do if she lost him. She didn’t want to even think about losing him but it was something that kept invading her thoughts. What if he didn’t love her anymore, what if he realized she was a terrible person and wanted someone better, someone good. A frustrated sigh left her mouth as she continued to stare at the crashing waves. It was moments like these where she thought of disappearing again. Of saving Sokka the trouble of being attached to her mess but the thought of hurting Sokka prevented her from doing such, it was like a constant lose-lose situation.

“Stop doubting yourself, Zules.” Azula heard from behind her. She turned to see Sokka standing behind her looking quite tired.

“What are you doing up?” She asks him and he sighs, walking closer to wrap his arms around her waist from behind.

“I couldn’t sleep without you there.” He told her and she sighed.

“Please don’t say that.” She tells him softly and he groaned in response. He was well accustomed to the lack of confidence Azula had when it came to their relationship. The fear she had of messing everything up and being left behind. He’s tried to get through to her as much as possible and it worked for the most part. But there was always a few times where she’d trap herself in her head and play worst case scenario.

“I mean it. I can’t sleep without you near me. And I really can’t sleep when I know you’re out here doubting that we’ll work.” He tells her and a shaky breath leaves her as leans into him further.

“I’m sorry.” She tells him and he shakes his head.

“It’s okay. As long you know I love you, that I love you more than anything, it’ll be okay.” He whispers before kissing her cheek.

“But-“

“No buts. We. Will. Be. Fine.” He emphasized and she nodded.

“Okay.” She agrees and Sokka hugs her tighter. “I love you too.” She tells him softly and she could feel him smile against her neck.

“So let’s go back to bed, I know you hate being so close to the ocean.” He says and she shakes her head.

“I don’t think I do anymore, not like I used to.”

“Why the sudden change?” He asked her curiously.

“It reminds me of you.”