Drabble based on old prompts from Azulaang week. Is this still a fandom because I think I am falling for it...Hey any Azulaang shippers out there? I could use some more prompts! Any who, enjoy! QueenTy
Gliding around Republic City felt amazing as the wind tickled his beard and newly shaven head. Citizens pointed fingers in awe as the "formerly" last airbender soared effortlessly between newly constructed towers in the young city. Small hands held on tight as the avatar used a burst of wind to spiral towards Air Temple island, basking in the loud yelps of his seven year old son as they came to a dramatic landing at the entrance to his home.
"Let's go again, Papa!" Squealed the boy, clasping to his clothing in effort to mount his father's broad shoulders again.
Aang smiled softly at the boy before locking eyes with the most beautiful woman the world would ever know, wearing a red, bed-robe secured with a sash and holding a cup of tea with a splash of ale between always perfectly manicured fingers.
"I think Papa might be tired, Dear," said the woman, not taking her eyes off of the man she loved and their first born.
Zaheer gave a pout before spotting his uncle emerge from behind his mother. "Uncle Zu Zu!" Screamed the boy.
Fire Lord Zuko outstretched his arms to accept a hug from his nephew before hoisting him unto his shoulders. Azula could not stop the smile that spread on her face as her brother and son played dragons with Zuko running away at the speed of sound to Zaheer's delight.
Turning back to the avatar, she approached him as he closed his glider.
"My turn," she said, smoothly. "You haven't taken me gliding in ages. Am I too heavy, now?"
Aang gave her a confused look. "Heavy?" His eyes bulged when the Crown Princess placed a hand on her slightly protruding belly. "Another?" He mouthed.
Before Azula could speak, her husband had her in the air, twirling about in childish giddiness.
"Sweetie! I love you so much!" He cried, his eyes reddening as if he would burst into a fit of tears.
Azula accepted a kiss as the breeze of the crisp, air temple air flowed through her ebony tresses. Fire Lady Katara had just given her the news when she and her husband landed on the island an hour ago. She and the avatar were expecting again after weeks of careless trysts. Neither had planned the conception, yet as she felt the heat of her husband's breath across her cheeks, coupled with the island breeze, the princess could not be happier.