#young azula

[whatevenhappening]

Big cousin Lu Ten helping the kids on a hard level

I like to think that he was a lot like his dad, spending time with them and showering 'em with affection.

[demaparbat-hp]

Swimming in the smoke

[moss-on-a-pebble]

Could you do a drawing of young Azula and Zuko?

I love young Zuko and Azula they’re adorable

If anyone’s interested in an art request: Rules and fandoms I’ll draw

Caption:

Zuko: Where'd you get these?

Azula: Kitchen.

Zuko: You're not supposed to go there.

Azula: I know.

[venusdegoat]

bonding - part iv (pg 9)

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part i - meetings (pg 1)

part iv - bonding (pg 1)

[cabbagemerchantofficial]

can i offer you a Baby Azula in this trying time?

ID below:

[ID: fanart in full colour of a younger Ozai and baby Azula in front of a burning house. Ozai is standing with his left hand on his hip, in his royal robes, although without a headpiece, because at this point in time he is still a prince. Baby Azula is sitting on the ground next to him in pink overalls that say “Born Lucky”. Her hair is up in little pigtails and she’s looking very innocent. In Ozai’s right hand is a pink book that he is reading with a concentrated expression and a slight frown. The book is titled “Baby’s First Arson, a guidebook for fire nation parents”. Ozai himself is looking quite disheveled: strands of hair are escaping his normally neat bun and there are smudges of ash and soot on his royal robes and staining his fingers and forehead. On his left shoulder pad a small flame that he forgot to put out is still burning. Behind Ozai and Azula is a fire nation house with flames billowing out the windows and thick smoke rising from the roof. The silhouettes of three servants can be seen running around, trying to put out the flames with buckets of water. The entire scene conveys that this is a common occurrence for fire bender babies. End ID] 

[thiscryptidischronicallyyours]

Practicing

an atla flashfic

*kind of dark, proceed with caution*

"What are you doing in here, Zula?" Ty Lee and Mai lingered of the doorway of Zuko's room. Neither dared to cross the threshold of what had become a tomb only days before.

He wasn't dead.

They still had to remind themselves of that.

But no one said his name anymore.

"You shouldn't be in there," Mai said. Her fingers curled in a protective grip against the doorframe, "He wouldn't want us snooping in his room."

"Then go away," Azula ordered, her back still facing them. Voice too raw to sound as dignified as she meant it to, "He was-" she stumbled over her words, catching herself, "he's my brother. His room is mine to invade if I want."

And he wasn't there to tell her off or tell anyone.

Not that there was anyone left to tell, really.

Once the palace had seemed full.

There was Grandfather Azulon, Cousin Lu Ten, Mother, Uncle Iroh, and Zuko. One by one, they were gone. Plucked like loose threads from the family lineage tapestry. Only she and Father remained, and she and Zuko had long standing agreements about not telling on each other to Father anyway.

She waited for the sound of their shuffling retreat from the room. For the door to slam shut. But neither girl abandoned their post.

"So, why are you in here, then?" Mai asked.

Azula turned to face them. Her lips pressed in a thin line and her jaw clamped shut. Even as she watched their faces go slack. The two girls stepped into the room, the door swinging closed behind them. All sense of their self-imposed boundary forgotten the instant they saw Azula's face. Her pale skin in harsh contrast with the thick slash of dark char smeared around her left eye.

"That cannot be good for your skin." Ty Lee hurried over with a handkerchief. She began the process of blotting the thick layer off Azula's face.

Only when the mark was reduced to the faintest hint of grey on her smooth cheek did Azula answer the question still burning on their tongues, "I was practicing."

She had to know what it would be like.

When it was her turn.

[chasingtheavatar]

“you waste all your time playing with knives...

you’re not even good!”

[passable-talent]

Ok ok ok something new... a zuko and maybe azula story about the reader, who is a servant at the palace, who tries her best to fill ursa’s shoes after she’s banished. They feel bad for the kids and they do everything they can as a servant to become a parent/older sibling figure of sorts. Little scenarios of a sleep deprived, crackhead energy fueled teenager looking after two unpredictable children sounds downright hilarious to me 😂. You can make this as fluffy or as angsty as you want!

• • •

Mostly, things were okay after Lady Ursa left.

‘Okay’ was a general term, as two children had just lost their mother. It was very hard, on the staff who loved her, and on the Fire Nation as a whole, but mostly it was hard for her two children. After all, Prince Zuko was only eleven, and Princess Azula only nine.

You had been one of Lady Ursa’s most trusted servants, similar to a Lady in Waiting. You were reassigned, after her disappearance, to look more closely after the young prince and princess. Not as a primary caregiver, of course, but to attend them similarly to how you once had the fire lady.

You took the opportunity happily, and intended to do your best for them. They’d lost their mother, and of course you had no intention to replace her, but you knew that they still needed the support from a more gentle figure than their father.

• • •

“Princess Azula!” You called, running after her down the halls. “You know that your father doesn’t appreciate your running inside the palace!” Azula looked over her shoulder as she ran, giggling. She knew it was against the rules, but found it fun anyway. “We have a courtyard, I’d be happy to invite Ty Lee or Mai to play with you!” Azula stopped and turned to you, her head cocked forward with the sassiness of a confident young girl.

“They’re not as fun, Y/N, as it is to make you chase me.” You sighed as you caught up to her and caught your breath, offering her a smile. She and her brother both got too much scolding and frowning from her father, and you wouldn’t be a source of it as well.

“I’m glad you enjoy my company for something,” you said, and she took off down the hall again with a bright smile.

• • •

Princess Azula seemed less affected by the loss of her mother than Prince Zuko, who took it quite hard. For days he moped around, attending to his training and schooling with silence and focus that allowed for no fun, or smiles. You couldn’t blame him, but your heart broke for him.

“Prince Zuko,” you said softly as you entered the doorway of his bedchamber, “Mai and Ty Lee have come to play with Azula in the courtyard. Perhaps you would like to join them?” You wanted to give him every oppurtunity to reach out to you, to find comfort in you, because that’s what he deserved and needed to get through this. But he just sat on his bed and held the knife his uncle had sent him.

“No thanks,” he said, and slowly you took steps into the bedroom, knowing that he could order you to leave at any time.

“My prince,” you said gently, trying to be as kind and nonthreatening as you could, “I think it would be very beneficial if you spent time with your sister. Your father has been very busy, but she’s right here, and you can still have fun with her and her friends.” He looked away from you, not that he’d been looking toward you in the first place.

“Another time, Y/N,” he said, and you nodded, leaving him alone.

Your heart broke for him- he was such a sweet boy, and didn’t deserve to have his mother taken from him this early.

• • •

“Y/N!” Azula shouted, running across the courtyard from the turtle duck pond, “Zuko hit one of the turtle ducks!”

“I did not!” Zuko yelled before you could even look up. Deep down inside, you groaned- this was going to be a fun little discussion.

“Did too!” Azula shouted back, and you stepped in between the two. You look away from them for one second while they’re seated side by side at the pond, and all hell breaks loose.

Because Agni likes to laugh at you.

“Prince, Princess, we’re going to take turns. Princess Azula, what did you say happened?” You heard Zuko huff at not being asked first, but you were more worried about what would have happened if Azula had been slighted in the same way.

“He threw a big piece of bread right at it,” she said, with authority in her tone. You turned to Zuko, who seemed to be fuming.

“She’s lying!” He said, and you fixed him with a long-suffering expression.

“Prince Zuko, what do you think happened?” Upon being asked to share, he did look aside with a bit of shame.

“I didn’t mean to hit it, I just wanted to give it the bread.”

“There, see?” You said, smiling as you took a step from the two of them. “It was an accident. But Prince Zuko, do remember to feed them smaller pieces, and then this wouldn’t happen. We’ve talked about this, remember?” He nodded and sulked away, moving away from the pond, fearful that he’d get bitten if he got too close.

• • •

General Iroh had invited you for tea on one of your days off, and you gladly took the time to sit and converse with him. He was the most wise individual you’d ever met, and valued his opinion on almost anything.

“I think you’re very noble,” he said, taking a sip, “to do what you’ve done for these past years.” You raised the cup to your lips with a tilt of your head.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve noticed how you look after the prince and princess. I think it has helped them recover from their mother’s disappearance, and I’m glad that you could be there for them.” You smiled as you tasted the tea again.

“Thank you, General,” you said, and you set down the cup for a moment. “Though, to be honest, I’m not sure how much of a difference it’s made. I think that once her mother disappeared, Princess Azula was set on a very harmful path. She’s so gifted, and talented, but she seems...” you trailed off, and shook your head. “I shouldn’t speak of my princess like so.” Iroh smiled at you and nudged your cup back toward you.

“All you can hope to be is a guiding force, Y/N. And you are being an exceptional role model. The prince and princess are lucky to have you.”

• • •

The Fire Lord rarely made appearances before the general public, but today was Princess Azula’s birthday, and so there was to be a brief speech about her skills and talent as an heir to the throne. You knew that as Fire Lord Ozai’s favorite, his praise would be honest, even if focused in some of the wrong areas.

She was to wear a formal robe, and have her hair done. You allowed some of her Ladies in Waiting to dress her, but you wanted to do her hair yourself. You waited in the spa for her to return with her robe adorned, and you smiled when she entered.

“You look beautiful,” you told the young princess, and her expression didn’t change as she walked to a chair seated in front of you.

You styled her hair gently, years of practice keeping you from ever tugging it, even accidentally. She had beautiful, thick hair, and you pulled it back into a top knot to rest the headpiece of the crowned princess within. Gently you pulled two locks out on either side of her forehead to frame her face, just as Lady Ursa had always done.

“There you go,” you said with a smile, “all ready. You’ll have boys all over the fire nation falling for you.” A scowl deepened on her face, and you grew concerned.

“What’s the matter, Princess?”

“You’re not my mom, stop trying to act like it.” With that she stood and marched to where her palanquin was waiting.

You merely stared after her, and hoped that she wouldn’t always harbor such anger.

• • •

“I just can’t do it!” Prince Zuko shouted, having stumbled once again during a firebending form that involved a kick. He dropped to the ground and pouted. “I’ll never be as good as Azula.” You closed the book you had been reading in the grass and turned your attention to him, shaking your head.

“You know, I remember when she said the same about you.” His gaze came up to yours, and you nodded.

“Yes, it’s true,” you said, “when you began your firebending training, and she hadn’t yet presented as a bender. She was quite jealous of you.” He turned his head to the side and began picking at the grass.

“That doesn’t matter,” he said, and you shrugged.

“Maybe. But things change, my prince. You’ll learn, because you have passion, and perseverance. She’s a strong bender, sure, but you have that strength too. You’ve just got to find it, somewhere inside you.” You paused, and narrowed your eyes playfully. “It’s probably right underneath your belly button.” The comment was odd enough to make him laugh, and you were happy that you had brought a smile back to his face.

If you could keep doing that forever, then maybe these kids would turn out okay.

• • •

-🦌 Roe