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Cold When Youâre Not Around is now available to read on FF.net and AO3!
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12682316/1/Cold-When-You-re-Not-Around
http://archiveofourown.org/works/12317571/chapters/28004118
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Acceptance
Day Eight of the Azula Ship Challenge
Pairing: Tophzula
Notes (on chronology) in tags
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The water around the banyan-grove tree was murky as ever, occasionally rippling as a bug flittered against it or a vine collapsed. Toph took a deep breath as she took in all in, trying to work up the strength to smile at the feel of fog and mist against her face. Tired, her knotted hands came up to unravel her bun; hair she knew to be the color of snow tumbled down her shoulders until they hit the ground.
She poked at one of the vines with her toe, feeling the shaky vibrations. Even though the ground was never solid and the mud was adequate at best, the earthbender absolutely loved coming to the Foggy Swamp.
Nothing about it made sense. People apparently saw visions here and pants were optional. It was just as welcoming as it was menacing.
The whole swamp was a neutral force, but nowhere was it stronger than the banyan-grove itself.
The metalbender felt a grin slip onto her face. She sighed, happy at the sensation. It had been a few months since she'd genuinely smiled. They had been in Zaofu; Azula had insisted that they be there for the birth of Su Yin's twins, having missed her previous two. It had been really nice to see her daughter again, despite their differences. Junior had been ecstatic to see them both, climbing into their arms and babbling âOma! Gramma!â over and over again.
Azula had been flustered at the title but she hadn't refuted him. No, instead she only pressed a kiss to her lover's cheek and tucked the child under her arm like a sack of bread.
Blind eyes closed as Toph relived the day. Suddenly, for no reason whatsoever, reality nudged its way in, reminding her of the bitter truth that she had been trying to avoid. It was all around her, haunting her every move. The emptiness in her chest, the still scratchy remnants of Katara's hugs, the numb feeling of chilly flesh, the frustrating futility of forcing herself not to cry.
The harrowing vibrations that one morning, when she woke up and her firebender was gone.
She had touched the princess's shoulder but no breath came. Her chapped lips settled over Azula's heart but nothing sounded. Blinking slowly into the muggy air, Toph reminisced at the full fledged earthquake that ravaged the area and destroyed an entire mountain range as she came to grips with what had happened.
Azula would've been proud of the sheer power and amount of destruction she had caused.
But Azula wasn't here anymore.
Swallowing thickly, Toph ignored the tightening in her chest as she reclined against a vine, tucking her hands behind her head. She shut her tired eyes, listening to the near imperceptible heartbeat of the swamp, thrumming with buzzing insects and rippling stagnant water.
Without even thinking of her movements she dug her hand into her pockets, pulling out a small scroll. The edges are ripped and the once consistent color has faded in some areas and darkened in others. Smoothing the sheet out, Toph slowly slid her fingertips across the raised ink.
The lines had been worn down through the years but the image was still just as clear as the day it was painted. The details are still immaculate: the haughty smirk, wide shoulders, pristine hair pinned up with a clip, the curled digits of her hand, raised up as she balanced a flame on her fingertips.
A tremble overcame the old woman's lips as she rubbed her fingers along the smooth lines that created her lover's face; Azula hadn't changed too much with age and neither had her portrait. A calloused thumb pressed against the princess's ink lips, recognizing the shape and remembering the taste. Toph brought her thumb up to her mouth and kissed the end, feeling as her shoulders started to shake.
Carefully refolding and placing the scroll back into its place the earthbender sagged onto the treeâs trunk, furling and unfurling her creaky fingers against her knees.
Her head lowered until her chin dug into her collarbone, the press of bones together uncomfortable but welcome. A melancholic laugh erupted from her throat and she was gripping at her pants, âBy the spirits do I miss you, Lightning Bug.â
She forced down another laugh before it could become a sob. Calming herself, Toph let her shoulders hunch until they were nearly level with her ears. She breathed in and out, over and over and over again, until the tears had dried in her skull and the throb in her heart and settled down in her stomach.
The blind woman planted her soles against the ground, looking around the swamp. All her adventures, all her exploits, all her accomplishments, pver eighty years worth of experiences; everything whittled down to this moment, curled up alone in a swamp, crying over her lover's death.
Over and over and over again she chanted in her mind, âI miss you. I miss you. I miss you.â Toph fought back the urge to smile at that; all those years of schooling and her vocabulary was simply three little words.
She wiped at her eyes, feeling the sag of her skin and the arthritis in her joints. Against her wishes her brain forced the memory of not even a season ago, when Azula had pressed her bony hands into Toph's own and cackled about what old farts they had become. Toph had showered her with kisses and the two had lazed around that day, drinking tea and each other.
A languid grin twisted up the edges of her lips at the thought, and before she even realized it she was talking into the air, âHeh, we sure had a whole lotta fun, didn't we?â
The dreary wind rustled the vines and Toph slowly nodded until she let her head hang, knowing that her firebender wouldn't answer.
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The air was thick; smoke and ash and dust clogged up the air, making it nearly impossible to breath. In the clearing two girls stood, one wielding fire and one commanding the earth. All around them was evidence of their fight: the trees were singed black, the once smooth ground had been torn up, boulders and rocks scattered the ground, lightning burns had dried up all the grass.
Despite the chaos the two were laughing as they fought, expertly dodging the otherâs attacks and responding with her own. Suddenly the earthbender lunged at her opponent, tackling the firebender and pressing kisses onto her neck. Azula let out a whine as they tumbled to the ground but did not refute the smaller bender; instead, she wrapped her arms around Tophâs shoulders, greedily tearing apart the girlâs signature bun.
Toph buried her head in Azulaâs shoulder for just a moment, nose crinkling at the beat of the sunâs rays against her skin, before she placed her palm flat on the ground. Her fingers flexed and the ground underneath them shifted, moving the two under the shade of one of the only non-singed trees.
Both sighed happily at the lessened heat, curling up together even further. Azula snorted as she wiped a bead of sweat away from her forehead, cleaning her hands on the grass. Toph was warm against her form and the princess found herself softening as she started to run her fingers through the blind girlâs hair.
She felt as Toph smiled against her skin and couldnât contain her shiver as thin lips started to trail up her neck, peppering butterfly kisses on the underside of her jaw. Even as the younger girl gripped at her waist, Azula couldnât help but mention a fact lingering on both of their minds, âIt was a tie.â
Toph paused for a second before chuckling, lifting her face in disbelief. A thin brow raised over her eye as she deadpanned, âIt was not a tie. I beat ya, Firefly. No doubts about that.â
The princess shook her head, âNot at all. That tackle didnât count.â
Tophâs other eyebrow jumped to mimic its twin. Her lips pursed in a pout and Azula couldnât ignore how attractive she looked. Golden eyes noticed that she was going to keep arguing the point and she immediately pulled the metalbender into another kiss, humming as she was kissed back.
Azula broke the kiss, pulling Toph down and letting a small grin work its way onto her face. Her eyes slid shut and she took in the sounds of the forest: the faint buzz of honey-crickets, the fluttering wings of pigeon-rats, the sweaty sniffling of armadillo-bear cubs, the wispy rattles of the wind blowing through the leaves. One eye creaked open as Toph grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers.
Both eyes opened to watch as Toph absentmindedly pressed smooth pecks onto her knuckles. Something warm flooded her torso at the sight and Azula pressed her lips to the blind girlâs temple, âIâm glad that you kidnapped me,â she murmured against the still-damp skin.
Her gaze turned to her other hand, watching as her manicured nails slid in between Tophâs inky locks. They were tangled and dusty, but still unbelievably soft to the touch.
Toph shifted against her, wrapping her other arm around the firebenderâs hips as she settled for brushing her lips against the princessâs palm, humming sleepily.
Azula rested her cheek atop Tophâs head, for once not feeling ashamed at the dopey smile that rested on her lips. She smelled the scent of wet earth and smoke in the air. âI really love this,â she whispered into the air, surprised at how easily the words slipped off her tongue.
Although her heart began to beat faster and her palms threatened to start sweating, Azula didnât bother to continue talking, instead allowing her declaration to hang in the air between them. Toph breathed in the wonderful smell of grass and lightning, the words escaping her throat lowly, âI really love it too.â
Azula Ship Challenge 2017
Hey Azula fans! Monday October 9th, 2017 is the start of the #AzulaShipChallenge!
Please free to participate in this 8-week writing and art challenge. The rules are simple:
Each Monday, post a story, story chapter, or art piece based on the corresponding prompt of your choosing (see below for dates and prompts).
You will have two options from which to choose for each week - pick one or the other, but not both!
Azula must have at least one ship - it can be anyone; it can be multiple people; it can be a BrOTP!
Tag your work with the #AzulaShipChallenge tag
No word limit for writers- write as much as you want!
You can write 8 separate stories or one 8-chaptered story or anything in between. The choice is yours!
Each chapter can involve a different ship for Azula - highly encouraged!
All ratings are accepted. Please tag any work with adult oriented content with the additional #NSFW tag when applicable.
It is highly encouraged to branch out from your OTP/OT3 and write something unexpected. You may surprise yourself!
As stated before, art contributions for the challenge are also highly encouraged! Please feel free to contribute an art piece in place of a fic for the prompts.
Dates/Prompts:
Monday, October 9th, 2017: Mistake /or/ Pact Monday, October 16th, 2017: Partners in Crime /or/ Lightning Strikes Monday, October 23rd, 2017: You Miscalculated /or/ Playing with Fire Monday, October 30th, 2017: Lies /or/ Bad Joke Monday, November 6th, 2017: Bittersweet /or/ Silk Monday, November 13th, 2017: Devotion /or/ Blood Monday, November 20th, 2017: Madness /or/ Two Sides of the Same Coin Monday, November 28th, 2017: Acceptance /or/ Caught
If you have any questions regarding the challenge, please contact @purpleplatypusbear21, @clarielparke, or @fanwrightâ.
Azula Ship Challenge
Week 8: AcceptanceÂ
Ship: Azulaang
Song Rec: Jaymes Youngâs Northern Lights and MYSTXRIVLâs Things We Miss
Aang takes Azula on a trip to the north pole, along the way they discuss that which troubles them. Azula finds herself falling for him and has a bit of trouble coming to terms with it.Â

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Azula Ship Challenge: Day 4 - Bad Joke
OTP: Sokkla ; BroTP: Azula + Gaang
Rated: T
Fic: The Avatar and the Fire Princess - Chapter 5
Archive of Our Own: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12471612/chapters/29168760
Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12699250/5/The-Avatar-and-the-Fire-Princess
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Azula Ship Challenge #4
Week Four - Oct. 30, 2017 - Lies /or/ Bad Joke
Ship: Maizula (honorable mention: Maizulee)
Obligatory Song Rec(s): Bombay by Blvck Ceiling; And You Love by Nu:Gravity
MY FUCKING HAND SLIPPED, so here, have 3k+ words of early Book Two shenanigans and bad vibes. Azulaâs not as good with people as she thinks, not even with her wicked sense of humor. Canât she ever be happy, I ask myself, me, the one who wrote it,