#literally told zuko the day his mom was killed and just hurried zuko out of the tent to comically call for zuki

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I hate how Aang is just never allowed to feel bitter about having his culture colonized. Like he apparently shouldn't feel so upset about colonizers that destroy his people's temples and replace it with pipes and smog. He apparently shouldn't feel angry when he learns that they build weapons of mass destruction for the Fire Nation

And then they try to make him out to be an "airbender purist" in Korra and like....he literally wouldn't be like that

"Aang is a bad father because he only paid attention to his one kid that was an airbender" his culture literally involves venturing out to other nations, and he befriends so many people and learn their cultures through these exchanges

If Aang is excited to share his culture, he is literally going to share it with his entire family, whether they are an airbender or not. He is literally excited to show Katara and Sokka how to play airbending games.

And he would want to do the same with the Southern Water Tribe because that's his wife and brother-in-law's homeland. He would take his children to travel around the world with him because that's what his people do

[minussseven]

Azula had always been a dragon. only this time, literally.

Zuko was three when his sister was not born.

He was much too young to understand what was going on. He knew his mother was pregnant. That meant her belly was huge! And his new sister was hidden in there, because the baby wasn't ready for the world yet. He thought that was a shame. The world was great! The sun was warm, you could play, there were turtle ducks. During the night his mother had woken up and given him to his nannies. His sister was being born, they explained. So Zuko clapped and pestered them for hours. He couldn't wait to have a sister.

 But now it was nearly midday and he was hungry and people were acting strange. The Servants were running around, and whispering and... and people looked scared. Even the guards looked weird. Had Something happened? Did babies take this long being born? But nobody would tell him anything.

 Frustrated, he wandered away into the garden. Nobody has paying any attention to him anymore, so. He sIipped under the porch and crawled all the way to the next garden. He was going to find his mother and she would tell him what was going on. Maybe he would his new sister then. Sneaking away and past the guards was way more easy than usual. Normally they found him really quick but today everybody was distracted. And then there was a clamour from where hehad come and he heard his name. Uh-oh. Now he was in trouble. He dashed away, ducking behind columns and curtains.

 Zuko quickly found himself lost. The Palace was really big and there were a lot of places where he had never been in. Uncertain, he tried to retrace his steps. The sound of hushed voices and the uncharacteristically hurried steps of the royal guard had him flatten himself behind a column. He held his breath as a large number of people passed him, and waited to peer around the corner. It was his grandfather! The Fire Lord moved briskly, surrounded by a contingent of royal guards, a harried servant leading them. If anybody knew anything, it had to be the Fire Lord. But Zuko couldn’t just go and ask him, so he settle for following the group. It took an effort to keep up but surprisingly this time the guards along the way, a number that was increasing as they went, didn’t bother to take a second glance at Zuko.

 Finally, the small procession stopped. Now Zuko vaguely remembered the area. This was where he’d come that time he’d fell and gotten hurt on the cobblestone path. The medical wing still smelled weird, of unappetizing herbs and incenses, but this time there was another strong smell. Zuko wrinkled his nose, a primitive part of him recoiling at the smell that he didn’t yet recognize as blood.

 A physician, pale-faced, took over the servant and urged them through a lightweight door. “This way, Fire Lord.”

 The royal guards split, four of them moving to flank the entrance, the other two keeping a step behind the Fire Lord. Zuko scrambled to see within from behind their legs. The room didn’t look happy at all. In a corner, his father had turned to the Fire Lord, his face tensed into a carefully blank look. To his side, an apprentice carefully cradled a basket away from her chest. His mother was laying down on a bed, looking very pale, tear tracks down her cheeks.

 “Mom? What’s happening?” Zuko called as he approached the bed. Her belly was back to normal. “Where is the baby?”

 Everybody in the room snapped their heads towards him, suddenly aware of the child. Ozai seemingly snapped, whirling towards him in a fury. “Zuko! Get out!” Zuko jumped into the air, tearing up, and Ursa whimpered desperately.

 “That’s enough, Prince Ozai. If Prince Zuko wants to know, he should.” Azulon spoke for the first time. His voice was not louder than his son’s, but the room immediately quietened. Ozai straightened under his gaze and Azulon continued. “Now, show me.” The apprentice gulped and took a nervous step towards the Fire Lord. She half-kneeled, head lowered, presenting the basket to her sovereign. Zuko was too short to see what was inside even like this, but he saw the Fire Lord’s eyebrows twitch upwards and that had never happened before. “Incredible.” He murmured.

 Knowing better than to approach the Fire Lord that much, Zuko stood on his tiptoes, trying to see into the basket. Something moved within and Zuko managed to glimpse greenish brown coils before a big scaly head peered at him. “A lizard?”

 “No.” Corrected Fire Lord Azulon, and his voice took a slight undertone of awe. “A dragon.”

 “A dragon…” Zuko repeated in complete awe. Then he clapped, his young mind finally making the connection between the miniature reptilian and what was supposed to have happened that day. “My sister is a dragon! My sister is a dragon! I want to be a dragon too!”

 The Fire Lord did something he hardly ever did and scared half the room by smiling. “The wisdom of children. Come here, Prince Zuko.” He motioned him closer. The basket was laid carefully down on the ground, and Zuko felt his grandfather put a hand on his shoulder. “Today, young Zuko, your mother was supposed to give the Royal Family a powerful fire bender, a girl to propagate our great lineage. And although your parent have failed at that, today the dragons are revived. My son Iroh killed the last dragon, it seems almost fitting my son Ozai would return them to us. The great beasts of my father’s time.”

 Zuko nodded, feeling like that was what he was supposed to do. “I will take good care of her.” He told the FireLord.

 “Will you?” Questioned Azulon.

 “Yes! I promised. I will protect the baby. My little sister!” He looked up at his grandfather, patting his chest as solemnly as a three-year old could.

 “Is that so? A sister… Perhaps it could even be tamed…” The old man murmured to himself, amused. “Then from now on, this shall be your dragon. Your responsibility.” He told Zuko. He took a step back and called to his son. “Prince Ozai, a word.”

 Zuko wasn’t paying attention. He kneeled next to the basket, eyes locked with the pale yellow’s of the dragon. Slowly, carefully so he wouldn’t hurt her, he ran a hand over her scales. They were smooth and oily, almost wet, like a very soft, very warm, polished rock. She was beautiful and looked very fragile. He was going to have to be the best big brother ever! Nobody else had a dragon little sister. The name his father had chosen had been, “Azula. I’m going to be the best big brother ever. Promise.”