Princess' Shrink [Azula X reader]

Convincing

"Dinner," Y/n said with a worried smile. "What can go wrong? We've already had dinners with the royal family before."

It has been two days since the last therapy session. Tonight, Azula and her doctor were scheduled for another dinner with the royal family. However, it would be a little different this time.

"Huh let me see," Azula responds sarcastically, tapping her chin. "Oh, I don't know, like the Avatar being there?" She screams, throwing the hairbrush she had in her hand across the room.

"What do you have against hairbrushes?!" Y/n questions, getting up from tucking her head to avoid the spiraling hairbrush.

Azula is currently pacing around her room, clearly anxious.

"Ok! Ok! I know you don't want to but I still think we should go," Y/n tells Azula with a weary smile.

"Last time I spoke with any of them, it was in the middle of a warzone trying to kill them," Azula comments, furrowing her brows. "Do you think they will welcome me with warm kisses and hugs?"

"It'll be different this time," Y/n tries her best to confide in Azula. However, this was a little more difficult than usual. "You're better now and it's not like you will try to kill them!"

"I might,"

"I'll pretend like I didn't hear that," Y/n mutters, shaking her head.

"I just don't think I should. I would be a bother," She responds while checking her nails, a thing she does when she's nervous. 

"I see, the Great and almighty Azula is scared to talk to people," Y/n scoffs, leaning on one leg and placing her hand on her hip mockingly.

"Ugh," Azula replies scrunching her nose. "Why is my therapist mocking me? I can have you fired."

"But you won't," the doctor smiles cheekily.

Azula rolls her eyes. "Touche," she smirks. Shaking her head she stops pacing around the room and walks towards Y/n. "I just find no use in doing stuff like this. What are we going to get from eating around a table and talking about useless shit? No one wants me there either!" Y/n interrupts her.

"I want you there," Azula stops to look at Y/n. "I'm required to go and it's always so boring without you."

"Why," The raven-haired girl smiles. "You know just how to flatter someone, don't you?"

"Just how to flatter you,"

Azula sighs and sits down on her fancy red couch. She picks up a cherry from her fruit bowl and plops it into her mouth. "They're a family and I'm not a part of it," The girl quietly admits. She then lowers her head in thought, suddenly jumping out of her seat when she found a solution.

"I'll go talk to Zuko,"

"Wait what?" Y/n asks in confusion. "When-why-wait why?"

She tries to stop the raven-haired girl from leaving the room, however, it would appear that Azula has found a strong determination for this and could not be stopped.

She runs over to the Firelord's chambers, bumping into maid staff and soldiers while at it. Y/n chases after her, apologizing to everyone for getting pushed around by the girl.

Azula stops as she reaches Zuko's room, her breath heavy from running so much. The doctor bumps into the former princess, her breath also quick.

"Did you have to run?"

"Did you have to chase me?"

"Yes," Y/n leans on her knees. "I was worried you'd fall."

"A princess never falls," Azula proclaims. "Even one who has been revoked, for they are still royalty in their own right."

Y/n and Azula both laugh at this, shaking with mirth.

Suddenly, a yell interrupts their joyous moment.

"She can't go," A faint voice says through the door. "I won't allow it."

"We aren't asking for your permission," The voice is stern, and anyone could decipher it. Zuko.

"At least restrain her!" Ty Lee.

"No!" Ursa. "That's too...inhuman!"

"As inhuman as the time she tried to kill us all?" Mai.

"The past is the past," Zuko groans. "We must try to forgive. We were once confused as well. If anyone is to blame, it would be our father."

Azula pushes the door open at this comment. She was visibly angry, but only Y/n could tell this anger was used to mask the hurt.

"If anyone is to blame, it would be the mother who brought me into this world and failed to raise me,"

"Azula, what are you doing here?" Zuko asks in surprise.

"Here to talk about the very thing you people were talking about," Azula responds quickly, moving to Zuko's fruit bowl and taking a pile of grapes into her hands. Azula has an addiction to fruits. "I'm feeling squeamish and was wondering if I could skip this dinner." She shrugs while taking a bite of a grape.

"Azula!" Y/n scolds quietly.

"We all know you're perfectly well," Zuko's eyebrows scrunch together, eyeing her ask she ate his fruits. "Azula, please."

Azula sighs, looking at her nails.

"You won't need me," The girl says.

"I want you there. Like it or not, you're still a part of this family," Zuko responds softly.

Azula stares at Zuko, unsure of what to say.

"Hm, I'll go,"

Y/n giggles at her defeat.

"Thank you, Azula,"