Had to take this down and repost. This site didn't want me to be great...Ok anyway disclaimers, not a political statement or religious bashing. This drabble is just all in fun. Enjoy QTZ. No ownership of ATLA!
This was not good. This could ruin his political career. Ozai threw his third full glass of whiskey at the raging fireplace, making it rise to the heights of his own inner rage. Zuko had done the unthinkable! He had to be punished brutally which the political leader made sure to do without hesitation despite the voice of reason from his vice-president former General Iroh.
Now, the aftermath had hit him. His enemies had yet another propaganda to use against him! If only Zuko was more like his sister! Azula was the perfect child and symbol of Fire Nation integrity and honor. She would never endorse a…a…a…DEMOCRAT!
As if in response, a stretch limo came into view in his driveway. His daughter was home from her private, Catholic university exclusively for strong, conservative, high-achieving students. Ozai rose to greet his better child, feeling relief wash over instantly. Luckily, he had a second child to replace the first. Surely, she would not disappoint her father.
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"Your father, Princess," announced the nonchalant driver of the president's daughter.
"Oh, FUCK!" Yelled out Azula, seeing her father descending the steps of the Red House, hastily with a pleasant smile.
"Yeah…just like that, Baby," groaned her tattooed boyfriend, looking completely content with his eyes closed and hands cradling the back of his head, while he enjoyed being Azula's human motorcycle in the back seat of the limo.
"Give me my panties, Idiot!" She snarled, snatching the red, lacy underwear from around Aang's neck. "My father will kill us, both!"
Aang's eyes widened in time to see Azula throw the underwear beneath the seat, plastering a wide-eyed smile as she adjusted her black business skirt and stepped out of the vehicle.
"Father!" She squealed, uncharactistically hurrying to hug him before he could spot her lover.
Ozai and Aang caught the other's eyes, however. "Welcome home, Prodigy," said the president. "I didn't know you were bringing a guest. Are those…tattoos?"
Azula gave a calm chuckle though her stomach twisted in more knots than Ty Lee's braid. "He's a homeless air nomad, Father. You know, a good look for your…our Zuko situation. Figured he would be a good catch to ease those disgusting, standard-less, democratic sluts".
Ozai smiled. His daughter was always perfect, though he briefly considered her normally perfect, red lipstick smudged on her chin that strangely matched the color of the tattooed lips on the air nomad's neck.
