#also pls forgive any potential mistakes i only edited this once bc i'm v tired rn lol
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can i get an uhhhhh zukka fluff number 10?
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me, walking in two days late with a venti caramel flat white: hey lol
(sorry for this lateness! i wasnât expecting to be so exhausted after irl stuff this weekend BUT in my defense you did give me the hair braiding prompt so. really. ofc it was gonna get out of hand and need more time lmaooooo rip)
i hope you enjoy!!
the prompt: "stop moving and let me braid your hair"
"Ugh, Iâm so going to get sick. This sucks.â
Zuko lightly knocks an elbow into his chest and starts separating the hair next to his temple into three small groups.
âI woke up sick and you woke up next to me. Hate to break it to you, love, but itâs going to happen regardless," he states, then elbows him again when Sokka moans in sorrow. âYou're such a baby. Stop moving and let me braid your hair.â
âBossy,â Sokka grumbles, but he does bring his free hand to rest on his husbandâs thigh while he works, and shoots him a small, grateful smile.
(the full ficlet under the cut!)
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The sound of his husbandâs footsteps has Sokka turningâand heâs met with the sight of Zuko already glaring at him before he can even properly raise a judgmental brow.
âI thought I told you to stay in bed?â he asks anyway, and rolls his eyes in amusement when Zuko petulantly crosses his arms with an annoyed sniff.
And then sniffs again, harder, in a useless attempt at clearing his clogged nose.
âI heard Izumi,â he says, and immediately has to cough a few times into his elbow to try to smooth down the dry, painful rasp in his throat.
Sokka just snorts, and doesnât come closer.
Instead, he repositions their daughter so that her sleepy face can be better seen across the room. Covered in her favorite blanket and wrapped tight around her dadâs shoulders, she looks exhausted. Her eyes only barely open from being jostled around, acknowledging her babaâs presence before slipping shut again with a small whine, and Zukoâs pulse canât help but trip over the sickly flush on her own cheeks or the tiny wet coughs she occasionally lets out. He quickly steps into the room toward her.
âUh, what do you think youâre doing?â
Sokkaâs derisive tone stops him from getting too far. Itâs softer, not itâs usual brash volume in an effort to be gentle on Izumiâs ears (and Zukoâs headache), which means itâs also entirely ineffective.
Zuko stares hard at him as he determinedly makes his way over, and Sokka lets out a loud groan.
âHon, youâre sick! Get back in bed!â he tries again, this time in mounting horror when Zuko starts to get close, and he quickly pivots so that her body is blocked from view by his own. âShe doesnât need any more of your germs!â
âItâs just a cold, Sokka. Donât be ridiculous,â Zuko scoffsâthen has to cough into his elbow again before he can continue. He ignores the exasperated look he gets. âItâs just colds for both of us. Let me see my daughter, sheâs not going to get any sicker if Iâm around her.â
âAlright, well, you just saw her,â Sokka shoots back. He still hasnât moved Izumi back into Zuko's line of sight, in case he tries to reach out and take her from his arms. âNow go lay down until I can come take care of you next.â
The complaint is heavy but without heat, and it makes Zuko finally look up at him with a frown. This close, he can see the clear exhaustion on his husbandâs face; Izumi had come to his bedside early in the morning, sniffling and tearfully frustrated from not feeling well, so Sokka has been the one up with her all morning, alternating between taking care of her and passing along messages to the attendants about Zukoâs cancellations for the day since, naturally, he also woke up sick. Heâs only half-dressed for work, with scruff still on his jaw and his hair draped over the shoulder that Izumi isnât resting on, and Zukoâs mouth twists in quiet guilt.
âYour hairâs not done,â he blurts out, knowing better but too tired to think of a better way to phrase it, and Sokka grumps at him.
âYeah, well, between a fussy sick husband and a poor little one who refused to be put down all morningââ here, he drops a quick kiss on Izumiâs head and rubs a sympathetic hand up her backâ âI havenât really had the time to put it up for the day yet.â
Zuko cuts a glance to the clock. âDonât you have a meeting in an hour?â
He winces at Sokkaâs hard sigh.
âIâll justââ Suddenly, Izumi lets out a big sneeze, quickly followed by an agitated cry, and Sokka shifts her around so that sheâs better cocooned in his arms as he starts to sway a little to calm her. âIâll get to it eventually. Or Iâll just show up like this and guilt everyone into doing what I want. Could be a good tactic actually, I think some of the committee members are parents who would empathize.â
âLet me do it for you.â
Sokka immediately steps away from him with a deep frown. âNope, keep your sick hands away from me. Iâm the only one left!â
âI wonât get you sick,â Zuko snaps, and doesnât care about Sokkaâs complaining as he drags him over to the couch to gently push him down into the cushions. Izumi fusses, wiggling against her dadâs hands so that she can pull away from his shoulderâthen does a hard tilt over, startling both of her fathers as she dives into the pillow right next to Sokkaâs leg.
âIzumi!â
As soon as her head hits the cool fabric, she lets out a happy, relieved noise and snuggles down into it. Her blanket comes up tighter around her shoulders, her feet shuffle around slightly in Sokkaâs lap as she works to get comfortable, and she doesnât even bother giving either of her dads the time of day before closing her eyes to try to find sleep.
Zuko promptly plops down next to his husband, shocked and a little woozy. âSheâs not allowed to hang out with Toph anymore.â
âDoes she think sheâs an earthbender, just falling back like that without a care?â Sokka quietly seethes back in agreement. One of his hands comes down to wrap around her ankle as he lets out an explosive sigh, and he drops his head heavy against the back of the couch. âThe two of you are going to be the death of me, I swear.â
Zuko pouts. âI havenât even done anything yet today.â
âYouâre out of bed when I told you not to be,â Sokka fires back, then quickly leans away when he notices the hands reaching out for his hair. âUgh, Iâm so going to get sick. This sucks.â
Zuko lightly knocks an elbow into his chest and starts separating the hair next to his temple into three small groups.
âI woke up sick and you woke up next to me. Hate to break it to you, love, but itâs going to happen regardless," he states, then elbows him again when Sokka moans in sorrow. âYou're such a baby. Stop moving and let me braid your hair.â
âBossy,â Sokka grumbles, but he does bring his free hand to rest on his husbandâs thigh while he works, and shoots him a small, grateful smile.
The sight makes Zuko press a tiny kiss into the braid. âYou know, I missed getting my âgood morningâ kiss from you.â
Sokka immediately snorts. âIzumi got all my kisses this morning, sorry babe. Iâll give you one when you can finally breathe through both nostrils again.â
âToo long,â Zuko complains back, as he finishes off one of the braids. With Izumi half draped over his lap, Sokka will likely only be able to wear the two on his right side today since Zuko can't really get to the other side of his head, so he moves to start pulling his hair up into a wolf tail.
Sokka hums, and looks over with an sad, wistful smile. âYeah, I can agree with that.â
With his hair held up in a fist, Zuko can now see the bare stretch of his husbandâs neck, along with the dark fuzz of hair on his scalp that will need to be shaved at some point. He spends more time than necessary trying to catch any flyaways, sliding his hand up and around his head just so he can relish this moment of touch, and smiles at the quiet sigh he receives.
âI love you,â Sokka murmurs, one hand still on their daughterâs foot and the other rubbing light circles on his husbandâs thigh. Zuko chuckles as he makes quick work of securing the wolf tail.
âI love you too,â he whispers back, and then leans in. He takes a moment, just a quick one, to press his warm forehead against Sokkaâs skinâhis body temperature does nothing too soothe, but Zukoâs spirits are still wonderfully lifted anywayâbefore pulling back to leave a lingering kiss on that same spot.
âThere, without any worries of catching my cold.â
Sokkaâs responding exhale is fulfilled, contented, and definitely whiny. Zuko drops another kiss there, just so he can appreciate the whining part again, then presses a few more along his hairline because the elated inhale he gets is too good not to be rewarded.
And then he keeps going, covering his husbandâs head in little kisses as he loosely wraps his arms around his shouldersâonly to be surprised into a long, firm kiss when Sokka suddenly (carefully, to not disturb a snoozing Izumi) twists around to pull him close. Zuko laughs into it, utterly pleased at finally getting what heâs wanted all morning, and curls around his husband as they indulge themselves in kiss after sweet kiss.
âYouâre definitely going to get sick now,â he eventually mumbles into Sokkaâs mouth, but he doesnât pull away, and neither does Sokka.
He does let out a long-suffering laugh though, and lands a quick kiss on the space right between Zukoâs eyes. âOh, I'm well aware, hon. Izumi kept blowing raspberries in my face earlier. Like I said, the absolute death of me.â
Still, the fingers that have found their way into Zukoâs hair push on the back of his neck anyway, beckoning.
Zuko grins, and dutifully falls back in to collect more of his husbandâs kisses.
#sokka calling zuko hon/honey is something that can be so sweet <3#when i tell you i've been thinking abt this prompt 24/7#i lit ended up w three possible drafts and landed on this one bc it ended up as the /shortest/ one#also pls forgive any potential mistakes i only edited this once bc i'm v tired rn lol#zukka#zuko#sokka#izumi#dadko#dadka#my writing#ask#littlespoonsokka
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