#me? writing zukka angst? shocking i know

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for the spotify fic asks: 23 + renga or zukka orrrr idk any suits ship you like sfdghjk <3

what? answering this like four months late? who? me?

23 is shampoo bottles by peach pit!! enjoy some post breakup zukka:

It’s so stupid. So stupid. 

But Zuko’s been gone for 2 months and Sokka still can’t throw out his shit. 

And boy, did he leave a lot of it here. He left in a rush, angry and tearful and hurt, packing as much as he could into his beat-up duffle bag. So Sokka’s not surprised that Zuko forgot a lot. 

But he is surprised that he never came back, either for the stuff, or for Sokka. 

It’s Sokka’s apartment, but Zuko is everywhere.

His ridiculously expensive shampoo is still on the shelf in the shower. Extra spicy ramen packets haunt a deep corner of Sokka’s cabinet. He left a pair of shoes here, and his favorite fucking sweater, that prick, and a scented candle that’s half melted and smells like summer. 

It’s not that much. Maybe enough to fill a box or two. But it’s too much. 

Clearly Zuko doesn’t care. If he cared, wouldn’t he have called by now? Wouldn’t he have asked Sokka to drop his stuff off somewhere, or ship it to him? Wouldn’t he have made some kind of an effort?

But he hasn’t called. He hasn’t texted. And it’s been so long now that Sokka wouldn’t even know how to break the radio silence even if he wanted to. 

So he should really just throw all this shit out. 

(He can’t.)

thank you grace <3

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hello my sweet friend:) you supplied me with some Sokka, so I shall supply you with some Zuko (angst)

I will admit, it is from Sokka’s pov BUT it’s about Zuko! It’s a snippet in the middle of the Zukka / Sokka with TS story that I’m writing and, like you, have yet to finish due to the wonders of procrastination:D

tw: mentions of child abuse

“Did, um…” He had been thinking about this ever since his nightmare, but he had never gathered the courage to actually ask. Now, when he had the chance, his throat felt tight, dry. “Did your da-- Ozai-- give you your scar?”

Sokka instantly felt bad for asking. The bender went stiff, causing his elbows to slip and the upper half of his body fell to the ground. Luckily, his instincts took over before he could hit his head.

“Who told you?” he demanded, voice gruff, laced with a sort of drained annoyance that confirmed Sokka’s hypothesis and made him wonder if he should have even said something.

But Zuko was worth understanding (and understanding, the long lost type of love that the bender had seldom seen in sixteen years of life).

And Sokka couldn’t answer. He wanted to scream.

Zuko’s golden good eye widened in shock as Sokka’s emotions overcame him, a storm of rage stirring inside of him. His waves were crashing against the dry sand, wind picking up faster and faster until all he could do to stop himself from raising his voice-- from unleashing his thunder-- was aggressively pulling at the ends of his hair. “That’s not fair,” he choked. “It’s not.”

Again, Zuko shrugged. “Nothing I can do about it now.” His voice sounded so empty, his words so desolate.

Furiously, Sokka continued to yank at his hair, rocking back and forth so furiously that he could hardly tell he was even moving anymore. “Doesn’t make it okay.”

The soon-to-be-Fire Lord’s face tightened, as if contemplating the simple statement and the Water Tribesman’s heart sank even further because has no one ever told him that before?

“Who told you?” he simply reiterated, propping himself back up on his elbows, guiding Sokka’s hand back to his side before he managed to pull his hair out. Zuko wasn’t angry, just resigned.

(and a part of him wished that he was angry instead, desperately wished that he had a shred of self-preservation left to feel something besides hopelessness when thinking about his suffering-- just enough for him to realize that it is not normal and should never have been)

Sokka cleared his throat, the faint lingering of Zuko’s hands over his washing over him, the sensation brought comfort, dwindling the velocity of his rocking to the pace of the rhythmic memory of a heartbeat he once knew. “That nightmare I had when I first woke up, I saw everyone I loved dead or dying,” he disclosed, voice small. “I don’t know. I saw Ozai kill you and before he did, he…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. Instead, he raised his right arm and (remorsefully) mimicked what he saw.

Zuko laughed humorlessly. “Don’t worry. Even if he wasn’t locked up, I can promise you that he would never kill me himself. I mean, look at me. I’m not worth the effort. He knows that. He would just make someone else do it for him.”

That just made Sokka angrier still. “You know, I’ve always hated your dad,” he blurted out before he could stop himself (and really, if he did have the self-control to prevent it, he probably would have said it anyways). “He didn’t deserve you, like, at all.”

Confusion flashed across Zuko’s face, like he once more had to ponder whether or not Sokka’s words were true. “Thank you,” he said weakly.

yeeee I hope that fueled the love you have for Zuko:) sorry it’s so depressing lol (I will admit, I did edit this before I posted it because yes) but bro I’m working on this fic and I swear to you, some day I shall finish it!

send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year

anyways, love you! have a great day:)

[ao3feed-zukka]

Hope

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2TodSGX

by Antagonized_Jordan

A sharp turn on his heel and surge of energy into Zuko’s chest.

A fistful of Zuko’s tunic lifted high, bringing Zuko’s face, twisted in shock, closer to Sokka’s.

“I said. Don’t follow me.” Gritted teeth. Locked jaw. Sokka was radiating tension.

On his last word, Sokka forcefully released the clothing bunched at Zuko’s throat, sending him backwards. Turning with a lingering glare, he was back on his trail to anywhere but there.

Zuko gaped.

A pause.

A resurgence.

A fire bender’s determination.

“Well I’m not letting you leave like this! Sokka stop!”

“WHY!?” Sokka threw his hands up in the air, shouting to the tall trees overhead. He couldn’t see the stars. In that moment, eyes frantically searching for the sky beyond the leafy darkness, Sokka wanted nothing more than to feel the healing bite of a South Pole winter, clearest of clear skies threatening to overtake his soul.

“Because I LOVE YOU!” * * *

Words: 13712, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Zukka Drabbles: My First Hot Take

Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Zuko (Avatar), Sokka (Avatar), Aang (Avatar), Katara (Avatar)

Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Aang/Katara (Avatar)

Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Angst, Prequel to "Never Leaving You Again" (ish), Minor Character Death, implied sex, It's heated, I mean...use your best judgement, Nothing explicit, slight kataang, zukka - Freeform, I cried writing this, My wife cried reading this, Maybe prepare yourself?, it's sad, But you know! Happy ending at some point

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2TodSGX