I know a lot of people play the idea for angst (aangst?) or a darker version of the story. A sort of “ooooo the Sexy but Evil and Insane Manipulator is getting her claws into the heart of the sweet naive avatar she already almost murdered! Isn’t she so Scary and Intimidating?”, and like, it’s your fanfic, but I think that misses a lot of the potential.

Remember: Azula has no goddamn rizz. At all. And she thinks she’s the funniest person alive. A belief that Aang does not share in the slightest.

You don’t have to write her as a cruel calculating seductress, when you can write her as a Really Incredibly Cringe fourteen year old girl with no clue how to get the boy she likes to like her back, so she does the traumatised child-weapon equivalent of pulling his pigtails (hunting him down across the continent and attempting to kidnap him while daydreaming about him joining the fire nation).

Azula who joins Team Avatar because she has a crush, and tries being extra egomaniacal and evil, in an attempt to impress Aang.

Azula who gets her life saved by Aang, and now she feels the need to help him out to repay her debt, and his unwillingness to use evil means to depose her father is So Frustrating and Why Won’t This Boy Just Let Her Massacre Fire Villages For Him Aaaaaargh?!

Azula who tries her Political Mastermind schtick in order to take control of Team Avatar to save them from their own incompetence, but it just Does Not Work.

Azula who tries meditation to understand Aang better, but is so incapable of having any chill that it somehow results in civilian casualties.

Azula who tries to be the Dark Intimidating Manipulator Fire-Sifu, but Aang doesn’t find her scary at all, and just wants her to try having fun with him, and she doesn’t know how to handle this.

aang and azula are on a sofa, getting high together. azula is lying on the right-hand side, aang is reclining to the left. he's looking at azula. he has a finger gun pointing upwards, with a small flame. azula looks back at him, a long smoking pipe in her hand. the sofa is full of red cushions and the whole scene overlooks a sunrise/set.

i believe it was based off a vintage painting depicting much of the same.

i know this sounds very random but i've suddenly remembered it. i tried looking for it in my archive so far i haven't (i had an infernal no-tagging phase). atp i don't even know i had reblogged it. or if it even exists.

watch me follow you into ruin by [firenaition] oneshot

“What if we never leave? You know, spend the rest of our lives here.” Azula jokes weakly, rolling out a small mat beside the dying fire. Aang looks up with a hopeless smile that threatens to devastate her. “That, I wouldn’t mind.”

it's in her kiss, black as sea by [LittleQueenTrashMouth] oneshot, aged-up characters

He wondered if she had transferred something to him when she had shot him with lightning. Something to explain why she filled his every waking thought, making him ache in her absence. He wondered if, after he had died, he had come back wrong.

I hate that you know me so well by [LittleQueenTrashMouth] au: modern settings, nerd azula, popular kid aang

At the beginning of her second year, a boy sat down across from her in one of the campus cafes. Azula had been eating alone, like she always did, and crossly looked up from her book to tell him to buzz off. He spoke first. “Hey, I think you’re in my organic chemistry class. I’m Aang.” *** Azula is struggling to make friends in college, when another pre-med student takes matters into his own hands.

On The Insignificance of Flowers by [WriteBecauseYouCannotBreathe] flower shop au

Ursa is dead and Azula needs flowers for the funeral. Aang owns a flower shop.

a thief, a child, a monster by [thefudge]