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❝ AKIYAMA , SUKI ! ❞

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃, 𝘚𝘜𝘒𝘐 & 𝘡𝘜𝘒𝘖 @honeybruised

IT WAS STRANGE TO THINK ABOUT , if you wanted to get into it , the mere idea of someone like zuko the son of someone who should have never been a father one of the richest men in their home city being in a romantic ( yes , romantic ) relationship with someone like suki the daughter of a not so rich retired martial artist with trophies and a reputation under his belt but not much else. suki and zuko were from completely different world , and yet she wouldn’t have it any other way. the way they had met wasn’t conventional , and neither had the way in which they had come to be in a relationship … now that she thought about it , very little about their relationship was conventional. if the elders that so adored suki and the way she taught children to defend themselves e v e r found out that her current relationship was the product of weeks of jealous sex and then a mid sex breakdown , the way they would look at her would change very quickly.

which is why she would never ever tell them. when they did ask , it would be a very 1950’s level answer that they had met through friends and it had developed through there which wasn’t exactly a lie.

however , regardless of all that , regardless of the way they had gotten together , zuko was an extremely important person to suki , even without taking their relationship into account. she loved him , and there was absolutely no part of her that doubted that fact , every bone in her body and ever cell that made up the mass that was suki akiyama loved zuko irrevocably and if she could convince him to see himself the way she saw him for even a second it would be worth it. she loved him , and she hoped he knew that.

brought back to reality by the way she felt her converse clad foot come into contact w the final rung of the ladder she had miraculously found laying in the garden bed ( seriously , either the nakamura’s gardener was getting lazy or they knew about the multiple rendezvous between the first born son and some backstreet martial artist and had decided to support them … yea , she knew that didn’t sound likely but who knew ) , suki would easily push herself up and onto the roof below the window of zuko’s window before reaching out to push open the already unlocked window the two panes opening inwards like double doors to reveal his room.

and there he was , standing there , already ready to leave like he had been waiting for her. but something was wrong , something was terribly wrong his hair was dishevelled , his shoulders were hunched , and there was a clear emotion on his face that suki couldn’t quite place but she didn’t have to to know it wasn’t something right. ❝ peek a boo , ❞ she calls out gently as she hops into his room , footfalls as light as a spring breeze as she hovers near the open window not wanting to overstep her boundaries when he was volatile. ❝ i was coming over to see if you wanted to go on a date , but it looks like you already knew i was on my way. ❞ the black haired beauty smiles comfortingly , silence filling the room for a brief moment before she reaches out her hand for him to take , still not making a move to step closer to him. ❝ today, we’re doing whatever you want to do. so , i’m ready to go whenever you are , my love. ❞

❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐌 𝐈 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 . . . ❞ — - A SOUR TONGUE pressed to a warm cheek was enough to contrast the magma like heat that resided behind yellowing bones , the sweet blood that rushed to fingertips as small sparks began bouncing off of his severely burned fingerprints . it wasn’t the first time he’d experienced the PAIN , nor would it be the last time . a hand that was previously in flames pressed firmly against his cheek for only a moment ; a loud S M A C K being heard in the echoes that bounced from wall to wall and the reverb that waited patiently in the corners . the pain that the sound caused hurt in a form a measurement that zuko wasn’t sure people had CREATED quite yet , pure and freezing cold hate settling somewhere within the dormant mountain that laid to rest in his abdomen . the ICE COLD words that were spoken being able to freeze any form of defense he’d planned . a compilation of nasty names and ugly comments were thrown at him as if his sister , his uncle and anyone else who had the unfortunate pleasure of working for him were sat beside him , sipping at their hundred’s of thousands of dollar CABERNET and watching the two interact as though they were scripted drama about a son seeking his father’s approval . a single forceful breath of air left his lips , translated as a bitter laugh in his father’s face . enough to make him RUN AWAY and find solace in his room of all places . as if he’d planned on staying there .

a middle finger cracked , followed by a ring ringer and finally back to try at his fore finger once more . a MANTRA repeated in his head , a push to see someone puzzle their way into his room with the excuse of rescuing as thought he was rapunzel up in her tower and his girlfriend ( no , he would NEVER get tired of referring to her as such ) was the out - of - his - league prince coming to rescue him . the other hand created a larger symphony of unused joints snapping as the time continued to T I C K - T O C K in his ear . a plea of her name and picturing her pushing past the glass barrier and into the strangely inviting nature of his room . though there was nothing about this place that he could conjure a GOOD MEMORY of , polaroid pictures of a scar hidden and loving fingers hiding with it were tucked into the loosening frame of the vanity that gathered dust in the unnecessary foyer of his bathroom . but it was gentle reminder that there was room for love within all the hate that constantly thrust upon him .

the extremes of the emotional spectrum , LOVE on one end and FEAR on the other , zuko existed on both ends . while thought to be something that was impossible , knowing that fear and love cannont coexist ; zuko was never one for meeting expectations . while fear constantly sat heavy on his windpipe , causing him to bite his tongue in the presence of a noble like his father . the king of his company and his children to be heirs to his la - z - boy throne . there was another side of zuko that felt love from the crushing weight on his throat down to the soles of his feet . a vision of raven feathered tresses and a smile that OUTSHONE the sun on a bad day . a chest that was dedicated to her and a beating heart that kept in time but only for the one person that zuko held PURE , unadulterated love for . someone who had impeccable timing to find him the moment he could feel his scarred cheek fill with tears that stung like gasoline .

a black hood was used as comfort , dressed and ready to leap from his window to find his LOVER . not sure if she could feel the amount of pain he’d gone through while the day had barely just begun . while it wasn’t rare , there were days where zuko had marched to the AKIYAMA HOUSEHOLD in hopes to take her on a walk for half an hour to calm himself down . ❝ then we have to leave NOW , ❞ zuko whispered , as if someone were going to OVERHEAR their private conversation , he wouldn’t be surprised ❝ RIGHT ? ❞ with a slight tug at her fingers , he nodded toward the window , knowing he wouldn’t be PASSING his father just to leave with another comment about how he had no future , a deadbeat working for someone just like himself . as if he’d LET that happen .

feet touched the faux grass beneath their feet , something the man inside paid for . ❝ have you EATEN yet ? i’m starving . ❞ zuko wondered if she could tell there was an unfamiliar joy in his tone ; one that hide the red hand print that began blooming on a pale cheek .

#╰ ↬ ❛ ZUKO NAKAMURA : 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬. ┄┄┄ ◟ ft . suki akiyama / v. 001 . ◝#affectionkept.#&. pls take this . it is almost 4 am . ignore any typos and grammar errors. GOD.

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