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“Honey, come and be my enemy so I can love you true.” - The Stooges, “Death Trip”
Alright, so, there’s not many dedicated Azulaang fics out there. The reasons for this are pretty manifest: Azula, by the end, is crazy and locked up, Aang is already with someone, and they don’t have much of a history interacting prior to the series’ finale. It’s also something of a crack ship considering their disparate personalities from one another. But that’s a reason I think Azulaang is so fun. So this is for the handful of other Azulaang supporters here on Tumblr: a fan fic list of the cream of the crop. Maybe you’ll even start liking it yourself if you didn’t beforehand. But wear your support of this pairing proudly! Remember: there are dozens of us. Dozens.
Object Lesson by Second Harrier (sadly unfinished, and rather unsure that it was going to end up with an Azulaang pairing, but SH’s characterization of Azula is amazing; unfortunately, Toph swearing like a sailor might be off putting to some)
It was unusually dark tonight. The new moon didn’t offer any light and the city was asleep, given the lateness of the hour. It wasn’t much of a problem for Azula as she made her way through Ba Sing Se with a blue flame flickering in her open hand. She enjoyed the solitude and silence and she wasn’t afraid to be out so late by herself; she could obviously hold her own, not that she sensed any danger…or any stirring at all.
She huffed in frustration. Her fingers were still a bit numb from the cold outside. She decided to just wear her hair down. She was able to gather a bit from the top to keep her crown in place.
“I’m ready.” Azula stepped out into her parlor room where the Avatar waited.
Aang smiled and held his arm out to her, “You look beautiful.”
Azula only nodded as he led her down the intricate hallways.
She involuntarily squeezed his arm when the servants opened the doors to the dinning room.
Aang patted her hand, “It will be fun. Just stick with me.”
“About time Aang. I’m starving.” Sokka complained from his seat at the table.
“Thank you for escorting my sister, Aang. She forgets that not everyone runs on princess time.” Zuko didn’t look at Aang while he spoke. Instead he held Azula’s gaze.
“My apologies for keeping you and your guests waiting Zuko.” Azula smirked as she took her seat next to Aang. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her.
It was an awkward silence that fell over the group; made even more so when Sokka loudly whispered it into his sister’s ear.
Dinner was a silent affair for Azula while Zuko and his friend chatted. Once in a while Katara would kindly ask a question which Azula only had one word answers for.
Azula almost sighed with relief when Zuko clapped for the servants to clear the table. Her brother stood up and motioned for everyone to follow him.
Aang could tell Azula was confused so he whispered, “Drinks and music are hosted in the ballroom.”
She rolled her eyes, “Of course.”
The music was livelier than Zuko liked but Azula assumed it was to please his friends. A servant handed her a glass of wine. She took a small sip as her eyes examined the room. Everyone was chatting and laughing.
Aang came up behind her and took her drink. “Dance with me.”
He smiled as he took her hand, “Trust me. It will be fun.”
He placed her hand on the small of her back and took the lead. “Don’t act so stiff, Princess. Zuko confessed that you two took years of dance lessons.”
Azula pouted in displeasure, “Zuko needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.”
Aang twirled her around and then brought her closer. His footwork was fancy. He was trying to showoff for the Princess.
Azula smirked and snapped her fingers. She motioned for the band to play a faster tune. The Fire Nation was once famous for it’s various salsa and mambo dances. Although most people no longer danced, the capital was an exception.
Aang was surprised by her sultry moves. He wasn’t familiar with all the footwork but he was a quick learner. Soon they were moving across the whole dance floor with all eyes on them.
“Am I still stiff?” Azula asked teasingly.
Aang brought her face dangerously close to his, “Never.”
“Hmmm. You mean I’m not good enough for you? You’re hurting my feelings.”
Ahhhh, the Azulaang ship. So underappreciated…
Seriously, I could do a photo compilation of how Zutarians would have killed to have moments like Azula and Aang had together. Remember that part in “The Drill” where she slipped on the mud and rammed into him? IF IT WAS ZUKO DOING THAT WITH KATARA WE WOULD HAVE IT PHOTOMANIPPED, META’D, AND INCLUDED IN EVERY SINGLE MUSIC VIDEO IN EXISTENCE.
I remember seeing this one Azulaang fic on FFN a long time ago, and it was pretty interesting, but not enough to actually get me shipping it. It definitely open my mind to it though, and when Aanglish and I started rping it I got on board :)
One word. COMPLICATED. Over all I think I’d have to call it commonsensical. Otherwise described as: when one organism benefits, but the other is completely unaffected by the relationship.
What makes me happy about them:
I really love how it forces Azula to become a better person, to stop seeing things so narrow minded as “if it’s good for me, that’s all that matters.”
What makes me sad about them:
I think being with Azula makes Aang more morally grey. It’s a loss of innocence that wouldn’t happen if he was with Katara or any other person really.
things done in fanfic that annoys me:
PFFT WHAT FANFIC??? Most people are unable to properly connect with both Aang, and Azula and make them both OOC. It’s a hard ship, and I understand though.
things I look for in fanfic:
A long build definitely. These two ARE NOT going to get together easily, and it’s going to be a hard road before they actually find their niche.
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:
Toph, Katara for both, Mai, Ty Lee for Azula because shut up
My happily ever after for them:
Azula giving up her claim to the throne, and going to live at an Air temple with Aang, and then eventually Republic City.
who is the big spoon/little spoon:
Aang wants to be the big spoon, and is a complainer so she lets him :P
what is their favorite non-sexual activity:
Probably travel? Aang as a nomad no doubt loves it, and Azula likes to go places people don’t know her, and won’t hate her for her past actions (she uses a fake name when traveling)
I’m sorry you may think me crazy for this but I just really, really, REALLY ship Aang and Azula together. Why?
- “The Avatar is mine!” I mean come on, she was always after him
- Her father made it clear that it was her duty to capture the avatar, he never was specific under what terms
- He’s carefree and fun, she’s calculating and always set on her goals
- Being the Avatar, Aang stands for balance and harmony. Azula could use some of that in her life.
- They’re both determined
- Aang is kind and genuinely sweet, Azula is cold and manipulative
- He gave her purpose
- Aang was the only guy that was never afraid of or intimidated by her
- Sure he drove Azula to insanity, she lost everything she had because of him, but Aang would do anything to make it up to her.
- He let her keep her bending because she just about lost everything else, right down to her sanity.
- No one but Aang would be able to tame her. Seriously, think about it
Together they would be the absolute most powerful couple EVER.
- THERE ARE SOME BEAUTIFUL FANFICS ABOUT THEM THAT JUST TEAR OUT YOUR SOUL
- Opposites attract, proven fact
- Air makes fire burn brighter
- Among many other reasons because I’ve thought about this pairing a lot.
Please don’t kill me for shipping them. I’m just a madman on a crack ship, okay.