#azulaang week

[katydoodles]

Day 3: Regret

GIVE ME THE SOFTNESS

@azulaangweek

[xshingie]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: 

Aang achieves a renewed level of post-nut clarity.  Inspired by Azulaang Week 2025’s prompt ‘Change.’

Rating: Explicit (NSFW warning)

Tags: Rough Sex, Erotic humiliation, Sparring as foreplay, Weaponized Vulnerability, Cultural Genocide Survivor's Guilt Character Study, Aang-centric (Avatar), Aged-Up Character(s), Post-Canon, Not Compliant with Avatar Comics,Unresolved Relationship Ambiguity

Author’s Notes:

(POV: its 2025 and you fall into a niche ship that pretty much already passed its peak back in 2020-2021 🙃 )

My (ungodly late) submission to @azulaangweek! Prompt: Change. Please note the tags and proceed with caution. I was hesitant to post considering this is the most degenerate thing I’ve ever written and I’ll probably be exiled for this... Welp, time to get canceled … goodbye to a fandom ship I never properly joined I guess. 

Last note, I have not kept up with the comics so I’m fairly certain this does not follow comic canon developments.

[impossiblycolorfulpanda]

Azulaang Week 2 - Forgiveness

@azulaangweek

Aang: Next is the water chakra. This chakra deals with pleasure and is blocked by guilt. Now, look at all the guilt that burdens you. What do you blame yourself for?

Azula inhales and exhales and was focusing again. She has visions of her friends leaving her and her first hallucination in front of a mirror.

Mai: (I love Zuko more than I fear you.)

Jin: (Get away from us you freak!)

Male earth citizen: (I don’t know what your problem is but stay away!)

Azula: (My own mother, though I was a monster)

Back to reality.

Azula: She was right.

Aang: Accept the reality that these things happened...

Azula: How!? I visit the Earth Kingdom, and they all come at me with such contempt, but their people killed my cousin, how am I in the wrong!? I...I once lost control...I hurt someone accidentally, and not only did they fear me...there was...(voice breaking, eyes tearing up) actual hate...

Aang: Azula...

Azula: I was told to feel proud that they fear me because fear would lead to respect, but what they gave me was the opposite of respect, and an opposite and painful feeling was plaguing me constantly. It was worse than when Mai and Ty Lee left me. How can you feel anything other than hatred and disgust, like the others, including my own brother? How is a monster like me supposed to forgive herself? Tell me!

Aang: The same way I had to accept I once burned Katara when I first tried firebending recklessly. The way I once hid the location of Sokka and Katara’s father from them out of fear. The way I killed lots of people while losing control over the avatar state.

Azula was surprised to hear this. Silence came over them.

Azula: How am I supposed to do this? How am I supposed to open this chakra?

Aang: All I can say is, if you want to be a positive influence on the world, you need to forgive yourself. Use the chakra to destroy your guilt.

Azula took a deep breath, she brushed past the guilty images and found the water chakra, the visions vanished. The chakra has opened.

Azula: Wow. That is much better.

Aang: Great, we’re making progress!

[thebxghag]

Fresh Start

Aang offers to tidy up the unruly mess that Azula has made of her hair three days after they've been on the road as a silent, tense, unit.

The others are off tending to the camp when he approaches her.

"Uhm...you know...I could maybe...even out your hair for you, if you'd like? It cut pretty messily when you sliced off your topknot...you don't -- have to keep it that way."

Azula turns to look at him, searching his face, looking for any signs of ill intention. As per usual, she can't really find any. The ever-present mischievous gleam in his eye is gone too, replaced with sincerity. She turns away again, looking at her dull reflection in the stream she'd gone to kneel beside. Her hair is lopsided, bedraggled. She hasn't run a comb through it since she'd chopped it off in the ceremony which had severed her ties with the Fire Nation.

She looks down at her hands where they're curled loosely in her lap.

"Fine," she says. The word burns in her throat like an ember.

He leads her away from the stream and out to a large, isolated, cherry tree in the middle of the meadow where they've decided to land for the night. Azula can feel the eyes of the waterbender burning into her back as she follows the Avatar away from the group.

She ignores it. What is she going to do in full sight of the entire camp anyway?

The Avatar cuts away the rest of her hair in silence.

His lemur has followed them, and curled up to sleep in a sunspot. The creature seems peaceful, and she finds herself staring at him as Aang snip, snip, snips his way across the edges of her once proud mane.

When he's done, he brushes the few strands that remain settled against her neck, tickling the skin, away. His hand is warm and calloused. She feels the prickle of gooseflesh at the casual touch.

"Better?" he asks, voice quiet.

It is, but Azula doesn't answer.

-------

Azulaang week 2023 day one! :)

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Above The Aurora

For @azulaangweek, prompt - regret.

Summary: Azula is afraid of flying. Azula is on a plane.

Azula inhales through her nose and exhales through her mouth. Over and over again just like her therapist had taught. She closes her eyes but she can still hear the whirring air conditioner and the banging of luggage being shoved into overhead compartments, can still feel the vibrations of the idling engine. She drums her fingers upon the armrests of a seat that is only just big enough to fit her petite frame, and not very comfortably. “We should have flown first class.”

“Mmm mmm!” Aang shakes his head. “You promised that we wouldn’t do anything fancy this trip.”

Regret number one. “Right but…it’s not too late to upgrade. I believe that they have two seats available and my father has a credit card that he let me borrow.”

“Nope.” Aang replies. “You’re going to experience the joys of—”

“Having my seat kicked by commoners.”

“Azula!”

“Sorry.” She mutters and even more softly she admits, “I’m nervous.”

“Nervous?”

She gestures vaguely to the plane and he cocks his head.

“Flying.”

His brows furrow. “You’ve never flown before?”

She shakes her head.

“Doesn’t your family take yearly vacations?”

She nods. “Cruises. We usually go to Jeju Island. Sometimes we use father’s private yacht to go to the Caribbean." She blushes at the displeased crinkle of Aang’s nose. “It’s only once a year.” But it still sounds terribly privileged. “Anyways, the point is, I don’t like planes.”

“Why not?”

Azula shrugs. Maybe it is the unfamilarity, maybe it is the lack of control. Maybe she doesn’t like being in such a cramped place with so many people and no place to go should something go awry. Or maybe she is mildly afraid of heights. Maybe a perfectly awful mix of everything. “I just don’t.”

“If you close your eyes—”

“I’ll still feel the plane lurch and…” Azula trails off. Her stomach has been doing flips since she set foot in the terminal. Since she set foot in the airport itself, really. Aang has been trying to get her to eat something but she is much too queasy for that. “I heard that take off hurts your ears.”

“That’s what the bubblegum is for.” Aang smiles. “I’ve been trying to…”

Azula holds her hand out. “Okay, I’ll have a piece.” She is not very fond of gum even if it is cinnamon flavored. “I think that I regret agreeing to this.” She wraps her arms around herself.

“You’ll have a great time once we’re on the ground again.”

She bites the inside of her lower trip. “I don’t know…” She trails off and steals a glance out the window. Mistake. The plane is starting to move. The plane is starting to move! She missed the safety briefing! Oh, spirits, she missed the safety briefing! “Aang, we talked through the announcements!”

Aang laughs. “We won’t need to put any of that stuff to use.”

“But what if we do? We need to be prepared.”

“We won’t, Azula. We’ll be in Kiruna in no time and then you’ll have a great time.” He promises again.

“Sweden is cold, Aang. My family takes vacations in the winter to get away from the cold. I have never gone directly to somewhere colder.” Where she could get frostbite or hypothermia. And he expects her to take a cold plunge! Followed by a sauna, but still–she shivers just thinking about it.

“Remember, you promised that this whole trip would be about getting you out of your comfort zone and trying new things.” Regret number two. He smiles as he says it. “It’s about whimsy! And spontaneity and learning to just,” He wiggles his fingers, “go where the wind takes you!”

Azula grimaces. “Right. Yeah. Go with the wind or whatever.” A voice comes over the intercom and the plane gives a sudden lurch. Azula nearly yelps. She does grab Aang’s hand. Squeezes it very, very hard.

“You just got through the worst part.” He promises.

She disagrees. They are still ascending and her ear canals feel terribly full in spite of the gum. Granted she has forgotten to actually chew it. Her whole body is rigid.

“Try putting your headphones on.” Aang suggests as if that’ll do anything. “I had Zuko burn that CD for us.”

“Nobody uses CD’s anymore.”

“Sokka and I do.” He slips the headphones on over her ears. “Just listen to the music and tell me what you think.”

“You know that I don’t like that indie-folk stuff.” She mumbles.

“Instsead of focusing on this whole plane thing, you can focus on how much you hate my taste in music.” He suggests with a smile that is way too cheerful for the content of the sentence. “And when we’re allowed to unfasten our seatbelts I can go get your pillow and blanket and sleeping mask from the overhead compartment and you can get all cozy.”

“If you say so.” She sighs. “I don’t think that I can get very cozy in this cramped space.”

.oOo.

She has fallen asleep on his shoulder but he doesn’t mind. At least she is asleep instead of jittering and fidgeting every time the plane hits some turbulence. This close he can hear the music coming out of the headphones. For a moment Aang thinks of taking them back. The flight is terribly boring without her to make conversation with.

He glances out the window and his eyes light up. He gives Azula two impulsive nudges and grimaces as she blinks awake—what if she thinks that there is some type of emergency!?

She pushes her sleeping mask up and rubs her eyes as a voice comes over the intercom suggesting that all fliers should have a look out the window. Azula’s brows furrow and she murmurs a soft, “what’s going on?”

“Just look.” He says.

And Azula glances out the window. Just beyond the plane’s blinking wing a green ribbon of light unfurls itself over the clouds. “It’s…it’s really beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Aang nods. “Sokka has showed me pictures of them but they didn’t look anything like this. I mean they looked similar but they…”

“Didn’t do the real thing justice?” Azula finishes as the rest of the plane begins to stir. Taken by a collective murmur of awe and delight. A choir of ‘ooos’ and ‘ahs’ with an ‘oh wow look at that’ for good measure.

“Now imagine watching that while sitting in a sauna or around a bonfire!”

“That sounds really nice, Aang.” She nuzzles her head against his shoulder. “Maybe it’ll take the edge off when you make me take a dip in that frozen lake.”

“That’s the spirit!” He says.

Azula sits up straighter, practically presses her forehead to the plan window that she had called grimy and full of germs just a few hours before. “They’re blue!” She declares. She reaches into her pocket and finds the disposable camera that she insisted was silly and a waste of money just like all of those snowglobes that would probably break some time during one of their flights.

“Want a picture of you with the northern lights in the background?”

She gives a very enthusiastic nod. He is glad to be able to capture that smile. To keep it forever in the scrapbook that he’ll make when they get home.

“We can take one together.” She says and she slings her arm over his shoulder.

She lowers the camera and he settles back into his seat. “Still think that flying is so bad?”

Azula hums. “I suppose that it isn’t completely horrifying.”

“You’ll get used to it.” He promises. And with any luck she’ll get used to letting life take its course now and then. With even more luck she’ll find her sense of adventure to pair with his whimsy and optimism. He takes her hand and gives it a squeeze. “What did you think of the mixtape?” “Absolutely horrible. I want another one, please.”

He has a feeling that Patty is going to be something of a special song for her. One that brings her back to northern nights above northern lights.

[ly0nstea]

Azulaang Week Prompt & Date Form

Azulaang Week 2024

[becasart]

@azulaang-week

Day 4- Best friend's sister

[sovietfulcrums]

Azulaang - Captured

Azulaang week @ly0nstea

“My lucky day.” Azula smirked, watching as Ty Lee and Mai dropped Aang at her feet. The chi-blocked avatar could only look up at the princess, wondering what plans she had with him.

“Put him in my quarters. Lets get the hell out of here.” Azula ordered, entering the tank train.

Aang had to give Azula credit; she made sure he was tied up, unable to escape. The fact that he was tied up to her bed posts made him realize what her plans were for him.

Azula entered the room, a cruel smile on her face as she approached her prisoner. 

“Now that we’re all alone, you’re mine avatar. All mine.” Azula softly said as she straddled the avatar, looking down at her prize.

“Go ahead and torture me, Azula. I won’t talk.” Aang defiantly snarled.

“I have something else in mind.” Azula said, leaning forward to kiss Aang.

"Just lay back and enjoy the ride." Azula said, gently riding him. Aang thrusted upwards, matching Azula’s pace as she began to ride him more ferociously. Azula felt herself come close to losing control. She grabbed his hands and clenched them tight in a vain effort to hold off her impending orgasm, but that wasn't enough. Her body shook with pleasure as she climaxed as Aang fill her up.

"That was amazing. Avatar." Azula said, kissing Aang.

"Well, i aim to please." Aang replied, watching as Azula playfully slapped his chest in response.