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24hlevi · 2 months
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— DATING MODERN!ZUKO
prince zuko (atla) x gn!reader
genre: fluff
summary: how it would be dating modern!zuko
warnings: language, nsfw under the cut
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modern!zuko who met you likely through his sister or a school function of some sort, he thought you were going to be annoying like the rest, then he was proven wrong
modern!zuko who somehow became your friend after your relentless pursuit on getting to know him and he for some reason let you in
modern!zuko who was warned by azula to not try anything stupid with you only for him to ignore those words and pursue you anyways
modern!zuko who asked you out via text cause he was too scared of rejection to ask in person
modern!zuko who opened his walls just for you, he couldn't help it, you were addictive, and he was addicted to you
modern!zuko who took you to the movies and dinner after for the first date, he asked azula in advance what movie you wanted to see so he was stuck with the mean girls musical (he loved it secretly)
modern!zuko who takes you to the convenience store in the middle of the night for snacks and drinks
modern!zuko who needs his hair played with for him to get to sleep and only you do it for him
modern!zuko who never lets you meet his father, telling you that he wouldn't like the thought of zuko dating anyone but there's really more to it
modern!zuko who shows up at your house one night in nearly tears because of his father, saying how he just needs you more than anyone else at the moment
modern!zuko who uses his firebending to keep it warm in the room when he sleeps with you and it's winter, though he's like a heater himself already
modern!zuko who may yell when he's angry but will never ever hit you, if he did he would be closed off for some time
modern!zuko who has to deal with azula more since you two are friends and she insists on joining your dates with him paying for all three of you
modern!zuko who remembers every little detail you say, if he seems like he's not paying attention he is, he'll recite whatever you said right back to you
modern!zuko who gets a promise ring after two years of dating
modern!zuko who goes with you to a school dance and has to wear a suit, completely embarrassed that he has to go but he feels a little better once actually at the venue
modern!zuko who gets insecure of his scar often, trying to find ways to cover it up for you to say you don't care about it, leaving him conflicted about it
modern!zuko who knows exactly how to help when you're upset or sick, he comes with snacks, drinks, medicine, and movies
modern!zuko who doesn't really listen to music but goes to all concerts with you anyways and ends up liking a lot of the artists
modern!zuko who is obsessed with you tied up on his bed with him in full control to do whatever he wants knowing you'll take it
modern!zuko who can be subby at times, especially when given blowjobs, he's whining and moaning with his hands tangled in your hair trying not to sound desperate
modern!zuko who gives you oral while you're on the phone with his sister, trying to get you to hang up the phone but it's a challenge for both of you
modern!zuko who falls apart at the slightest touch because it's only you who can do that to him
modern!zuko who fucks you either so rough the bed is about to break or so slow and soft that you can't figure out which it'll be
modern!zuko who loves doggystyle with you, pressing his hand into the small of your back while he pounds into you, pushing your face in the pillow
modern!zuko who will never deny a quick blowjob in a public bathroom
modern!zuko who whispers little praises into your ear while fucking you, or the dirtiest words imaginable
modern!zuko who makes you call him "sir" and god does he love it
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the-badger-mole · 4 months
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Thinking about Katara and Zuko sparring early in their friendship. Katara- who is widely accepted to be a prodigy- is having a hard time keeping up with Zuko- who keeps talking about how much he sucks at firebending. I'd like to think that she gets really frustrated at first because Zuko clearly is a good firebender, and at first she thinks it's false modesty on his part. Then one day he really does mess up on something small, but crucial. It's the kind of mistake she makes a lot and just makes a note to work on it later. But Zuko just lets himself have it. He points to it as proof that he is a worthless bender, and Katara realizes that it's not false modesty that makes Zuko say the things he says about his abilities. He genuinely thinks he's a terrible firebender.
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yendts · 15 days
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more of the pjo x atla au, this time a redraw of the sun warriors episode🔥
„Just make your own! Or go back and get some from the Sages!” Leo and Nico discover the original source of fire bending as a part of Nico’s avatar training, but it’s not without a few hiccups…
obviously the roles are reversed with who is the avatar in this but nico and zuko’s personalities line up too well for me to do it the other way around lol
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thebxghag · 1 year
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Azulaang aus c:
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mbruben-stein · 1 year
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Can I have some emergency fluff with [HUG] +, Zuko plsss
A/N: I wasn't sure if you wanted an x reader or headcanons so I decided to do headcanons. I hope that's okay with you.
Zuko Hugging Headcanons:
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The first time you and Zuko hugged, it was very awkward.
It was right after a battle with fire nation guards or with Zuko's sister Azula.
Zuko didn't know what he was doing when you hugged him.
Which by the way, you had to hug him because it was getting very awkward, and neither of you knew what to say to each other after the fight.
He had his arms up while you were hugging him and your face was in his chest.
You were hugging him like you didn't want to let him go.
Slowly after a few seconds, Zuko wrapped his arms around you with a smile on his face.
'This is nice,' Zuko thought.
You were just smiling in happiness.
It took a while for Zuko to get used to your hugs.
It slowly over time became a daily occurrence for you two to hug at least once per day, even after The Hundred-year-war was over.
Your hugs for Zuko were like comfort for him.
Your hugs were like one of Zuko's safe places to go to when he needed comfort, especially when he had a bad day.
Zuko doesn't know why, but your hugs always just made him feel better.
Every time Zuko hugs you, you just felt happy.
I don't know why but I can imagine Zuko hugging you out of nowhere and it surprises you.
Like he sneaks up behind you and picks you up and hugs you right out of nowhere.
And you just squeak or scream in surprise.
(I don't know why but I think it's adorable, cute, and funny all at the same time imagining that.)
Overall, you and Zuko just hugging each other is just so cute and so adorable.
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avatarchic · 2 months
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avatar: the last airbender masterlist !
⋆ zuko ↳
⋆ sokka ↳
⋆ katara ↳
⋆ suki ↳
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©AVATARCHIC please do not plagiarize, repost, translate, or copy any of my works.
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kurolini909 · 3 months
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Turtleducks!
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Can't remember if I posted this but I don't think I did??
Like several months back I rewatched ATLA, I still do so periodically but that one time it got me to make a fanart! XD
I remember I was really proud of this! Sokka and Zuko's adult designs are so cool I had to draw them! Also Zuko's my fav soooo...
! Do not use or Repost my art without permission !
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I’m so obsessed with the idea of Avatar Mako (not because I hate women, stfu Korra is still kicking ass, but just water-bending style in this AU) because the idea of an orphaned kid living on the streets, working with gangs, and fighting in underground bending rings while trying to raise his younger brother, not giving a shit about who the Avatar is or where they are, being the Avatar without knowing is so good.
Maybe his parents knew because when he was a kid, they did some little rituals or something to see if he was an earth or fire bender or if he even was one at all. But they never told him (or anyone else) because they were going to wait until he was sixteen, like traditional. So, they just went with fire-bending because of his appearance and because fire is probably more dangerous untrained, and more likely to be done on accident. (I choose to believe fire sneezing is a very real risk)
Anyway, I just.. I love this AU so much.
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ssreeder · 5 months
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How would your write a zukka proposal(with sokka proposing and making zuko a betrothal necklace?
I am actually not a huge fan of betrothal necklaces between zukka. Idk, the tradition seems more of a NWT thing and I like that they have their own way of life separate from the SWT and their traditions.
Also,,, knowing the betrothal necklace that belonged to Kya originally belonged to Kana and is now a family heirloom from their deceased mom… I just don’t see the romantic aspect for Sokka or Katara. Idk I think the necklace had a different meaning for them and a lot of mixed sentiments so yeah it’s just not something I headcanon sorry anon :)
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deer-noelle · 7 months
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Halfway into his banishment, Zuko decides that since he's traveling the world in search of the Avatar, he might as well record his adventures. He'll finally get a hobby, like Uncle wants him to, and work on his penmanship.
(Or, Zuko becomes a bestselling author, overthrows his father with the power of friendship, makes friends, and gets bitten by a shirshu, not necessarily in that order.) Travel writer!Zuko AU
This has been sitting in my notes for too long. Here. Have it.
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hmperil · 29 days
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heyyyy everyone !! ehh guess who’s back ,, sorry ive been gone for so long but im looking to start writing a little more but im completely out of ideas.. I would be really grateful if people would put in some requests. im currently really into :
my hero academia , avatar the last airbender (ZUKO ESPECIALLY..) , legend of korra ( don’t judge but I’m literally in love with desna sooo if anyone has any requests ;) )
(and some others that I write for are on my pinned message)
I will try to write everything quickly and I look forward to seeing all the requests :)
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purpleteethh · 1 month
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The urge to just draw a little scenarios of random atla npcs/civilians just interacting and having fun with it. Like imagine, random earth civilians gossiping about how THE Toph beifong left her home and was rumored to be the blind bandit for a while or something. OR the guards that keep holding Zuko back from beating the shit out of Zhao wanting to let zuko go fucking feral and Maul Zhao, for fun.
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kenobihater · 1 month
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reading an unpublished partial draft and realizing that the fic isn't gonna finish itself
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grendelsmilf · 11 months
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it took exactly 1.5 hours for you people to drive that stupid barbie mugshot meme into the ground
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For the zukka prompts: I'm a complete sucker for first kisses..........
Got it! I had an interesting idea for this actually so I hope you like it ;)
(This ask is from August 2020 omg LMAO)
3.1k words
Just in case: CW for some street harassment and arguing
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When the war ended, Sokka kissed Zuko on the cheek.
A quick peck, occurring amidst the celebration being held in Caldera. The city was alive and bright, and they were in the palace courtyard, laughing and dancing to loud music and finally letting the joy of it all wash over them.
Zuko was with his friends, who were shouting jubilantly over the noise and hugging and doing things friends do—things Zuko wasn’t aware friends did until recently. And Sokka was there, right next to Zuko, and suddenly, among a particularly loud bust of laughter form the group he grinned and pressed his lips quickly but firmly against the unscarred side of Zuko’s face.
Zuko blinked rapidly, frozen for just a second, before shaking himself out of his daze and looking over to Sokka in search of an answer to the unspoken question. Why in Agni’s name did you do that?
Sokka didn’t even notice Zuko’s gaze. Instead, he continued laughing, his cheeks rosy, certainly a little drunk (which he was probably a bit too young for, but Zuko didn’t call him out on it). He looked genuinely at ease, perhaps for the first time since… spirits, since when?
Zuko decided that his question could wait.
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The day before Sokka set off for the Southern Water Tribe, Zuko leaned against a balcony railing with him, taking in the view of the capital’s bustling morning rush.
“Sokka.”
“Hm?”
Zuko felt a little nagging in his gut, oh-so-curious. “I wanted to ask you about something. About the night of the party.”
“Sure, man,” Sokka said, his faux nonchalance terribly executed. “Shoot.”
“Uh,” Zuko said, only a bit stilted, “why’d you kiss my cheek?”
Sokka, though visibly uncomfortable, seemed to understand that not answering would be weirder than any answer he could give.
“Right.” Sokka curved his back a little, standing more upright against the rail. “Look, I’m sorry if that was weird or if it made you, y’know-”
“No! I mean, it’s fine. Really. I just wanted to know.”
A short moment swept over them before Sokka nodded. “Well...” his gaze drifted back to the city. “I’ve lived my entire life in this war. Everything has always been about the war. And...” he thought for a moment, “I don’t think I ever really realized what a big weight that was until it was lifted.”
Zuko waited in silence, a nonverbal nudge at Sokka to continue.
“And even when we defeated Ozai, it really hadn’t sunk in yet. It was over. Like, actually over. And that party was when it really hit me and I realized I was free for the first time ever. And I was so happy, and I just—” he offered a grin that was already faltering as it manifested, “I had to kiss someone. A friend. Y’know? I just needed that. So there.”
There was a short silence, which Zuko broke with a small, “Yeah. That makes sense.”
Sokka visibly relaxed. “So, you’re not mad?”
“No, Sokka,” Zuko said with a short, breathy laugh, “of course I’m not mad.”
Sokka nodded. “Good.” A moment. “And, y’know, I think kissing your friends on the cheek is a good thing.”
Zuko wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so he just nodded.
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The next time they saw one another, Zuko was wearing all sorts of furs and fabrics to protect him from the unforgiving climate of the South Pole.
“Zuko!” Sokka shouted, and woah, was his voice deeper? Or was Zuko imagining it? Had it only been nine months since he’d seen him last?
“Hello,” Zuko greeted rather formally, smiling a little. “Thank you for the invite to stay for a while. I appreciate it.”
Sokka rolled his eyes fondly. “Come on, Zuko. Don’t tell me you’ve gotten all snobby from your time with all those boring old dudes.”
Not expecting a jab so promptly, Zuko laughed. “It’s good to see you, Sokka.”
“Good to see you too, pal,” Sokka smiled, draping an arm over Zuko’s shoulder and guiding him along, away from the port. “Come on, I’ve got a lot to show you.”
When he said a lot, he really meant a lot, Zuko realized; there was so much going on everywhere they went. Members of the sister tribe from the North were assisting in rebuilding efforts, new structures towering high. There were diplomats consulting and children chasing one another through the snow. Sokka explained everything in excruciating detail.
By the time evening was upon them, Zuko was dead tired, freezing, and wondering how Sokka had grown up in this unbearable weather.
“C’mon, I’ll show you where we put your bags earlier,” Sokka offered, leading Zuko to a smaller structure on the east side of the village.
Upon entrance, Zuko took note of the animal skins neatly organized around the room, the lantern by the bed roll, and the warm glow of the fire leaking out against the snow.
Somehow, even in the cold, Zuko could see the comfort of it.
“I’ll let you get settled in. I should head off before your guards check to see if I’ve killed you,” Sokka joked, grinning stupidly.
Zuko, standing beside him tiredly, nodded. “Will you show me around some more tomorrow?”
“First thing in the morning, buddy.”
Zuko yawned before he could respond, so he offered yet another nod before saying, “Goodnight, Sokka.”
Sokka smiled wider, took Zuko’s hand in his, and pressed an over dramatic kiss to his knuckles. “Goodnight, my leige.” He laughed and dropped Zuko’s hand, patting him on the shoulder before turning to go to wherever it was he slept.
He didn’t even seem to notice that he left Zuko standing in the snow, holding his own hand, frozen solid but warm all over.
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(Zuko held that hand to his chest that night, wondering why it was that he felt so tingly all over every time his fingertips bushed over where Sokka had kissed his knuckles.)
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There was another kiss, two years later, when they were out in the markets of Caldera, dressed in common clothes this time. Zuko had a hood draped over his head, obscuring his distinct face and his unmistakable scar, whereas Sokka wore casual robes and kept the rest of his appearance the same, wolf tail and all.
This had been the most difficult visit of Sokka’s to the Fire Nation. Most difficult for Zuko, that is. Because not even a month prior to the Water Tribesman’s arrival at the sunny port of the Capital, Zuko had finally pieced together the puzzle that his emotions were. Why he felt warm whenever Sokka’s hand was on his shoulder. Why he found it unnecessarily and progressively more difficult to breath or form sentences around him. Why he had the urge to ask for Sokka to hug him, hold him, whenever he was stressed or tired or feeling less than ideal (which was often).
Apparently, he’d been the last one in the entire fucking palace to figure it out.
And now, now, Sokka was here. Again. But it was different this time. Because Zuko understood himself. And he didn’t know how to cope with-
“Lee? Buddy? You there?”
Zuko blinked rapidly and looked over at Sokka, glowing-in-the-sun Sokka, who was rolling a coin between his fingers.
He appreciated Sokka using his fake name in public settings, but it did make it harder for him to recognize when Sokka was talking to him, and it wasn’t nearly as pleasant as hearing his real name roll off of Sokka’s tongue like it was delicate and beautiful and easy.
“Yes. Hi. Sorry.” Zuko nodded curtly, turning his attention to the trinkets on the table in front of him and pretending to take an interest in them.
“You seem out of it, are you feeling okay?”
“Yes. I’m good. I feel good, thank you.”
Sokka’s face still maintained a look of distant skepticism, but he eventually shrugged and kept looking around.
Zuko, trying now to keep his mind off the disguised palace guards he knew were lurking a few meters back, let Sokka wander the shops. It was best if he wasn’t close by, anyway. Kept Zuko from acting stupid.
Ten minutes into trying not to think about any of the things he was thinking about, Zuko spotted Sokka across the road, backing up, a perplexed look etched into his features. There was someone across from him, leaning in just a bit too close.
He began striding across the street.
“I told you, I’m sorry, but I’m not interested.”
“Please?” a voice begged, a twinge of flirtatious charm present. “You will not regret it. I promise!”
“I’m seeing someone,” Sokka responded firmly, tiredly.
Zuko knew that wasn’t true. Sokka and Suki had broken up a few months ago. Sokka was “taking some time for himself”, as he put it.
“Listen,” the voice, which belonged to a young man with intricately braided hair and sharp eyes, said, “I’m just suggesting-”
“There he is!” Sokka shouted suddenly, mostly at the man, shooting a glance at Zuko and telling him something with his eyes (something Zuko didn’t quite grasp just yet). “Lee, baby.”
Baby? Well, Zuko didn’t mind Sokka referring to him like that, certainly. But-
“Like I said,” Sokka continued, eyes glaring at the man as he draped an arm around Zuko and pulled him into his side, “I’m taken.”
The man’s face was dubious.
Fuck. Zuko had to play along for this to work.
“He’s not... he’s not available,” Zuko confirmed, his tone a bit awkward but hopefully convincing enough. He took extra care to make his scarred side as unnoticeable as it could be.
The man’s face was endowed with a nasty look. “I’m not a moron.”
Something overcame Zuko, a sudden rush of courage. In an instant, he looked at Sokka, saying something with his own eyes this time that Sokka seemed to register in a split second.
Zuko pressed his lips to Sokka’s, who met him in the middle.
Zuko froze. Then unfroze. Look natural. Then he froze again. Agni. He was kissing Sokka.
After what felt far too short but was probably just the opposite, Sokka pulled away, glared at the stranger, and gripped Zuko’s hand tightly. “Got it?”
The man scowled but turned and stomped off. Sokka led Zuko away.
“Sorry about that,” Sokka said, face twisted up. “I didn’t wanna make you feel like you had to do… that.”
“No problem,” Zuko said, knowing he sounded painfully awkward and strained. “I didn’t mind. He wouldn’t get off your back, I get it.”
Sokka nodded, offering a smile. “Good.” He looked forward. “Ooh! Earrings!”
And Sokka was off again, thinking about something else already.
Zuko had no such luck. He thought about that kiss for a long time.
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The fourth kiss was a year later on Ember Island.
Aang, Katara, Toph, Suki, Sokka, and Zuko had all managed to get away with a two day vacation. Zuko was incredibly resistant, but Iroh had insisted
(“I can’t just up and leave, Uncle, I have a country to run.”
“You worry too much. I’ll handle things until you get back. I won’t start another war, you know.”)
The day activities were fun, obviously. More so than they had ever been with Azula. But the evening was where things began to get interesting. Nighttime brought out a boldness in people, apparently, and before Zuko knew it, Katara was being asked the dreaded question:
“Truth or dare?”
Katara thought for a moment, playing with her hair as she did so. “Truth.”
“Boooooring,” Toph complained, arms crossed in disapproval.
Katara scowled. “It’s my choice! I choose truth.”
Aang grinned at the banter and said, “Okay. If you were a nonbender, what would you do as a job?”
“Seriously, Aang? That’s even more boring,” Toph whined again. “Come up with something interesting.”
“And less offensive,” Sokka half-jokingly pitched in. “Some nonbenders are capable of saving the world, in case you’d forgotten.”
“I second that,” Suki laughed, leaning against Sokka’s shoulder.
“Fine,” Aang said. “Katara, what is your biggest fear?”
“Woah, that’s, like, way personal,” Katara said.
Toph grinned. “Come on, princess. Tell us.”
(She insisted it was molesnakes until everyone gave up trying to get a real answer out of her.)
“Sokka, truth or dare?”
Sokka put on his smile, the one he reserved for looking confident or condescending, and said, “Dare, because I’m not afraid of a little action.”
Toph laughed just a little evilly and leaned back in thought.
“Kiss a person of your choosing. On the lips.”
Sokka rolled his eyes. “Fine. Should’ve expected this coming from you.”
Katara was out of the question (sister) and Aang was, too (incredibly loyal to said sister and essentially Sokka’s brother). Sokka also ruled out Suki (awkward, they were exes) and Toph flat out refused to let it be her.
“Zuko, looks like you’re it. Come here.”
“Me?”
“No, the other Zuko,” Sokka sassed. “Yeah, you. Hurry up.”
Zuko felt his heart rate pick up and then, dreadfully, caught a glimpse of Toph’s knowing smile. Aang, Katara, and Suki were all eagerly awaiting.
Awkwardly, painfully, Zuko scooted over and let Sokka do whatever it was that he needed to do.
The kiss was shorter than the kiss at the market a year prior, but somehow it was the best one yet. Sokka was warm and gentle as he kissed him, a sensation that made Zuko never want to part.
Unfortunately, Sokka leaned back after only a couple of seconds, looking incredibly satisfied with himself. Zuko awkwardly shuffled back to his seat as the rest of the group laughed a little and clapped (Toph offered a whistle, despite not being able to see them at all anyway).
“Alright, Sokka. Your turn to call on someone.”
“Perfect. Aang, truth or dare?”
Zuko’s stomach turned with that familiar sadness; that of knowing that the kiss didn’t mean anything, but spirits, did it make him wish.
Zuko didn’t really pay attention to the rest of the game very well.
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“I told you, you didn’t have to step in like that. I can handle myself, you know,” Zuko seethed, voice a harsh whisper just outside the meeting hall.
Sokka stepped back for only a moment before reclaiming his footing and snapping back. “No one said you can’t handle yourself, Zuko, so quit putting words in my mouth. I stepped in because you’re my friend and I help my friends, whether they ‘need it’ or not. Alright?”
“I didn’t fucking ask you to though, did I?”
“Holy shit, Twi and La, you dense- why can’t you just accept my help for what it is? Anyone’s help, for that matter? It seems like every time someone tries to lend a hand, you slap it away!” Sokka was shouting now, earning some glances from a few passing diplomats.
Zuko anxiously glanced over at the spectators, grabbing Sokka’s bicep and dragging him down a hallway where they’d have more privacy.
“I don’t need you to baby me, Sokka. I appreciate that you want to to help, but I’m a fucking adult, in case you’ve forgotten. I’m not some helpless kid. I don’t need protection. And I most certainly don’t need your pity, especially in front of the council.” Zuko’s body was tense, twisted up inside like a million strings pulling on one another in all different directions.
Sokka scoffed in disbelief. “Spirits, fuck, you idiot. Zuko,” Sokka placed a firm hand on Zuko’s shoulder, squeezing almost to the point of discomfort. “I know you’re capable to handle yourself. You’re running a fucking country. I am not pitying you. But I am your friend, and friends help each other because they fucking want to, not because they think the other is helpless. And if you thought even for a second that I was gonna sit there and let General Guo disrespect you like that, then clearly I haven’t made myself clear enough.”
“Made what clear enough?” Zuko fumed, confused and stressed, twisted strings snapping.
“That I care about you, alright? A lot. Fuck, a LOT a lot. Of course I’m gonna say something when someone talks shit about you. Did you seriously think I wouldn’t?”
Sokka still looked angry, but Zuko suddenly felt all rage leave his body in an instant, replaced by a dizzying wonderment. Sokka’s face was pleading, incredulous. Zuko’s insides were warm, fluttering. All that would play in his brain was a repeating chant of Sokka cares about me. Sokka cares about me.
Sokka seemed to notice Zuko’s stupor and his demeanor shifted into something a little less angry and a little more confused, searching.
“Zuko?”
Zuko made eye contact, his words coming out hesitantly. “Thank you for caring about me.”
That seemed to take Sokka by surprise. Said warrior clammed up in an instant, looking terribly unsure of what to say.
Zuko figured he ought to finish his thought. “And I’m sorry. About freaking out.”
Sokka nodded absently, stepping closer, just by a bit. “I forgive you.”
Zuko also drew closer to Sokka without much thought, feeling his insides detangle. Suddenly all he could see was Sokka, all the tapestries and gold detailings of the palace gone. Sokka stared right back at him, inching forward, looking a little unsure but mostly just mirroring Zuko’s own unmistakable want.
It was Zuko who ultimately moved in close, allowing Sokka the option to close the gap between them or back out.
Sokka took the former.
The first thing Zuko thought when their lips met was that Sokka tasted like sesame oil, and the second was Spirits, Sokka’s a good kisser. The third was Oh, he’s kissing me. On purpose.
When they pulled apart after perhaps the five greatest seconds of Zuko’s existence, the first thing Sokka said was, “Also, I don’t think you’re an idiot. And you’re only a little dense.”
Zuko laughed breathlessly, his mind trying to catch up to the present moment. “‘Only a little dense’? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that I’ve been dropping hints for at least six months now and you never noticed even one.”
Zuko gaped a little, finding only sincerity and slight amusement on Sokka’s face. “No.”
“Yeah.”
“No!” Zuko dropped his head down in embarrassment. “Ugh, I’ve been in love with you for like three fucking years, are you kidding me?”
“Woah, in love?” Sokka mused, grinning. “I didn’t realize you were so gone on me.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Zuko sighed, pulling Sokka in for another kiss. Sokka blessedly dropped the subject, gratefully accepting.
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Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think. I apologize for any spelling mistakes :) I edited this in a bit of a rush lol. Two years in the making but I think it turned out alright!
Reblogs GREATLY appreciated! If I end up putting this on Ao3 I’ll reblog this post with a link!
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coralpaperthoughts · 2 days
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imagine a 5+1 fic where it's 5 times Ozai attempted to kill Zuko and the 1 time he succeeded
we already have 3 times when he tried to, presumably Ozai attempted when Zuko was a baby, and then when Azulon ordered him to later on, when his mother disappeared, and then when he burnt half of Zuko's face off during their Agni Kai
and then the second time Zuko faced Ozai, during the Solar Eclipse, u could say Ozai tried to kill him then too when he shot lightning at him, it was clear that Ozai didn't expect Zuko to redirect it
the 5th time was after the war was over and Zuko was Fire Lord, Ozai escaped prison and made another attempt on his son's life which probably led to Zuko really doubting himself and his role as Fire Lord
and I'm just saying, someone doesn't have to be the one to literally drive the knife through your back to be the one that kills you... if ygwim... (ꏿ ꏿ )
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