Azula
Aang was right, New Year was much crazier than Christmas. I barely even remember anything that happened. And apparently, neither does anyone else as I pick up my phone and see tons of messages from our group chat.
Sokka: Daheck happened last night??
Zuko: No idea bro...
Katara: I kinda remember karaoke??
Zuko: Oh yeah
Aang: i do not...
Azula: Neither do I??
Suki: You two weren't there 🙄
Azula: Oh
Sokka: 🍆🍩
Katara: Ew Sokka
Zuko: 😡😡
Don't even joke about it
Aang: 😳
I have absolutely no idea what's going on...
Me: Uhh... why eggplant donut??
Sokka: You serious?
Suki: Sweet innocent child ☺️
Me: What is it???
Aang: ill tell you when youre older
Me: I'm older than you 🙄
Aang: maybe...
Katara: Eggplant is penis and donut is... you get the point
I stare at my screen for a few seconds before my eyes widen in realisation, and I scream an incredibly loud 'Ewwww',
Zuko: I just heard Azula ew really loudly
Sokka: Rip Aang
Suki: Ouch...
Aang: 😢
Me: Not because of you Aang!
Aang: 😁
Sokka: Basically said she'd fuck you
Dis-fucking-gusting
Katara: Grow up Sokka 🙄
Me: I'm leaving this chat
Azula has left the group chat
Aang has added Azula to the group chat
Me: I'm gonna go crawl into a hole now...
Suki: Cant't hide from the truth, Azula 😉
Aang: 🙃🙃🙃
Me: 😒
Sokka: Btw why do you remember, Suki?
You didn't drink as much as everyone again did you?
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Recovery: Modern Azulaang AU
FanfictionAzula goes to live with Zuko in Republic City after her time in a mental asylum. She learns that instead of what her father had wanted for her, she wants love, friendship, and peace. I dont own atla or any of the characters in this book apart from...
