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erisenyo · 4 months

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“Oh fuck oh FUCK” + Zukka please!

For this prompt game! (And also this one!) (And this one too lol)

Zuko isn’t sure what posses him to actually say yes when the last hotel calls back to regretfully confirm that there will be no vacancies tonight and the cute mechanic lets up the truly over-the-top flirting to half-shyly offer Zuko a place to stay that night—

“Well, not my house,” Sokka—not Hakoda, going by the wince when Zuko had called him that, even though that’s what’s embroidered over his pocket—says, tugging on his wolf tail, “It’s my dad’s house. But he’s away!” Sokka says, excited and quickly tacking on when he seems to hear himself, “He’s helping out my Gran Gran! So I’m house-sitting! And keeping this place going—”

He waves a hand around the auto shop, making Zuko intensely curious about what Sokka does if not this all the time. He looks good in those overalls...

Not that Zuko has the chance to ask.

“—and so don’t worry, there’s plenty of space. I’m not suggesting you stay in my room—or, well, actually it is my room, but from when I was a kid, not you know, my room. I don’t live there anymore—”

Zuko wonders where he does live, if it’s close to the band’s recording studio, or any of their homes, and Ty Lee is always renting apartments all over the place maybe Zuko could—

“—but it’s still a totally good room still, like quiet but not creepily so, you know? And you can stay there. Or not! Absolutely no pressure, like obviously if you want to keep calling hotels or I mean I guess we could make up the couch in the office, though I wouldn’t recommend it," Sokka adds, frowning at the couch in question. "You end up with this really weird crick in your—”

“Yes,” Zuko interrupts, "Yes, a place to say would be great," he says, putting Sokka out of his misery. Even though he’s been enjoying the rambling train of Sokka’s thoughts all day, and he really shouldn’t impose, and Zuko might feel comfortable after so many hours of Sokka trying to figure out Zuko’s car but he doesn’t actually know the guy, and—

Sokka breaks into a grin, wide and pleased and clearly delighted and Zuko’s stomach flips the way it’s been doing all day and right. Right. That. That’s why Zuko said yes, even though he knows it’s stupid, even though it would be easier to just ask for the guy’s number even if as a rule Zuko doesn’t give out his own. Even though Mai would take one look at Sokka and give Zuko one of those knowing looks of hers and he hates being so predictable but shit, this guy is such his type.

Which means he’s not disappointed when Sokka says, “Awesome, dude! We can grab burritos on the way back!”

Dude.

And burritos.

But Zuko’s not disappointed, he’s not. He’s…relieved. To have a place to stay tonight that’s not a dubious-looking couch, or the back of his own barely-fits-two-people car. And to not be recognized—not that he ever is—because the last thing he needs on top of his car breaking down in the middle of nowhere, meaning he’s absolutely going to miss his flight—shit, Uncle is going to be so disappointed…—is to be dealing with fans.

Pestering him for info about the rest of the Dangerous Ladies, or trying to sniff out rumors about the relationships they’re all convinced are happening within the band, or hating him for breaking Mai’s heart as if it wasn’t mutual and years ago anyway. and they’re still in the band so clearly it’s fine, Mai didn’t even write that song, and—

And it’s fine. Zuko doesn’t even know what he was worried about in the first place. For someone with a massive facial scar, he's proven shockingly unrecognizable without a flaming guitar in his hands. Which is fine. Exactly how he likes it.

So what if he almost never gets his own posters of magazine covers? So what if he's tucked off to the side or in the back of all the official merch and the band has a running collection of all the albums and magazine covers and t-shirts that inexplicably end up with a price sticker over his and only his face?

It’s better than getting mobbed every time he leaves the house like Azula and getting pelted with rumors like Ty Lee and having his every expression scrutinized like Mai. It's better than having every outfit analyzed and every tilt of his head breathlessly redescribed and every photo and appearance and sighting on the street turned into screenshots and phone backgrounds and gif sets and spank bank material, better than everyone he meets tripping to fall into his bed and—

Really. It’s better.

“Here it is, the humble abode!” Sokka gives Zuko an uncertain flash of a smile as holds open the door, like he thinks someone who drives a Porsche so tricked out Sokka had had to psych himself up to actually touch it is going to judge a well-loved ranch house, which…well. Maybe isn’t such a bad assumption.

Zuko hastily makes sure his expression is set into something attentive and interested, his June is talking face, as Azula calls it.

“You’ve got your kitchen here,” Sokka says, flicking on a light to show the worn, comfortable-looking space. “Glasses are over the sink, snacks are in the fridge and in the tall cabinet if you need anything. There’s some leftovers in the freezer you can reheat, too, if you want. Oven, microwave, all the good stuff, you just, you know. Hit the buttons, and—”

And Sokka is clearly back to nervous rambling, because Zuko doesn’t think he’s going to need to eat for the rest of the week after finishing that burrito. A fucking burrito. Ugh, if there’s ever a less sexy food, and then to eat so much of it nervously pacing Sokka that Zuko actually contemplated whether he could subtly unbutton his jeans in the car…

“…and the bedrooms are this way, and the bathroom—it’s shared, sorry,” Sokka adds, glancing back to give Zuko an apologetic look. Zuko hastily jerks his eyes up off Sokka’s ass. “Probably not what you’re used to, I know. But it’s just you and me, so it won’t be too bad!”

“It’s perfect,” Zuko says, trying for a smile and blinking when Sokka just coughs, a blush staining his cheeks as he quickly gets back to his tour.

“Extra blankets and stuff are here,” Sokka says, rapping on a closed door. “Towels, pillows, the works. There should be some extra shampoo and soap and stuff in there too, if you need it.”

“Sounds like you have everything covered,” Zuko says, hearing the awkward edge of his words but still trying to reach for some of the joking, playful easiness of earlier today. “Quite the full-service auto shop you’re running.”

“Uh…yeah.” Sokka freezes a little, eyes wide, which…great. Zuko isn’t surprised he missed the mark, but still. He thought he’s at least better these days than when Azula firmly told him he was no longer allowed to speak in interviews until he could be sure he wasn’t going to end up in another bloopers reel.

“Anyway!” Sokka finally says, shaking himself, his voice coming out suddenly squeaky, which— “Here’s your room, have a good night, make yourself comfy I’ll seeyoutomorrow!”

Zuko blinks again, nonplussed. Did Sokka just...run away? In his own home?

"That's that then," Zuko sighs ruefully—the flirting had been so outrageous that Zuko couldn’t quite believe it was actually real, so—giving the closed door Sokka had disappeared behind one last look before slipping into his room.

Which is very much a teenager’s room, holy—Zuko nearly laughs as he realizes why Sokka was so quick to make that clear. And a well-lived in one, at that, LEGOs on the shelves and cheap trophies for science fairs lined up across the dresser, half-faded posters and clipped-out pictures tacked over the walls and old art supplies still scattered over the desk.

It's cluttered and eclectic and...cute. Cute in the same way Sokka is cute, and he’d probably hate being called that which just makes Zuko want to do it even more, Zuko’s lips curled again into the little smile he feels like he's been wearing all day as he sprawls back on the neatly-made twin bed and immediately makes eye contact with himself.

On the ceiling.

Shirtless.

Life-sized.

Zuko’s mind immediately supplies the details—that Rolling Stones cover shoot for their third album, right before Zuko had turned twenty, when he was still somehow managing to keep up his martial arts training because who needed sleep, definitely not him. He and Ty Lee had been goofing off while Mai and Azula got their makeup finished, flexing their muscles and trying to out-flexible each other and the photographer had loved it and had them run with it, who could pose the most creatively with the most outrageously flexed muscles and —

Zuko slowly closes his mouth and rapidly reconsiders that whole ‘not recognized’ thing...

Sokka is giving his teeth the most thorough, most frustrated brush of his life—ugh, burritos. Why did he suggest burritos—when he nearly chokes on his toothpaste as he suddenly realizes that he just put Zuko Hua in his— “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

Oh…fuck.

Katara is never going to let him live this down.

He is so, so fucked.

#asks and answers #prompt games #Not me suddenly having inspiration that fit uhhh 3 months later lol #fic writing #my writing #Sokka #Zuko #Zukka #Zukka fic #Rockstar Zuko AU

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luzho · 11 months

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take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me!

finally!! a little older zukka with (sorta) their new movie looks along with piercings and tattoos from a beloved au, listening to some abba, dancing real close and laughing<3 (zuko is the one telling the joke here... he can be silly too); referencing the iconic ipod ad campaign and based on the ‘let’s rock!’ photoshoot by steven meisel

[ID: This is a digital drawing of Sokka and Zuko dancing close together and listening to music from an iPod, drawn in warm colors and against a deep blue sky background. On the left, Zuko (wearing septum and snake bite piercings, earrings, long hair in a bun, and Fire Nation clothing) holds the iPod from Sokka’s lower back; while Sokka (wearing matching earrings, a long warrior’s wolf tail, his Water Tribe clothing and a moon and stars tattoo on his arm) holds his shoulder. Both of them laughing and tearing up, they share the ear pods while its cable gets tangled in their visible arms. End ID]

#my art #zukka #AAAAAA half the semester waiting to do this one!!! and i really liked how it turned out!!!#this has everything i like:#orange zukka #gradient sky backgrounds; laughing; being silly; referencing ads and photoshoots; HANDS...#too late for zukka week but whatever because this doesnt even account for any prompt right? heheh maybe next year i'll do something for it #or this one! i liked the rivals one>:)#also: i did say i was gonna draw them with piercings and earrings from now on no matter WHAT #and of course; i'm also saving the longer version for... ;-)#sokka #zuko #zukka fanart

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3cosmicfrogs · 11 months

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Final bit of the AU where just about everything goes wrong for @zukkaweek day 7: Enemies to Lovers (speed run). ID in ALT.

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bisexuallsokka · 28 days

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4 for the ship writing thingie :)

4. a kiss where it hurts

The movement in the corner of his eye catches his attention, and Zuko smiles. "Good morning," he says, finishing his sentence and glancing up at his bed.

He's at the small desk in his bedroom, the one that has a strict no-paperwork rule on it. Letters, though, are allowed, and Zuko reads over the drying characters on his correspondence to Katara before frowning and looking up. There is no obnoxiously loud yawning or ridiculous stretching coming from his love, not even a mumbled "five more minutes" or tired groan.

Zuko gets up, stretching his wrist for a second before walking over to Sokka's side of the bed (a phrase that still sends a thrill running through Zuko every time he thinks about it) and sitting on the edge.

"Hey, love," he says softly, resting his hand on Sokka's shoulder. Sokka doesn't say anything, and Zuko's heart twists. "Is it your leg?"

Sokka lets out the tiniest of affirmative hums. Zuko stands up and Sokka turns his head to look up at him, his eyes pleading in a way that breaks Zuko's heart.

"I'll be right back. I'm just going to send for some warm towels," he says quietly, and Sokka's expression is replaced with a soft smile.

When Zuko returns to the bed, he notices how Sokka has moved closer to the center of the bed, his back still to Zuko in a silent invitation. Zuko accepts it, crawling into the bed behind him and wrapping his arm around Sokka to pull his back into Zuko's chest to hold him. He feels Sokka's tense muscles relax in his embrace, and after a few minutes he lets out a sigh. "Thank you," he says.

"Of course," Zuko says, planting a kiss on his shoulder, then another one when there is a gentle knock on the door and he slips out to grab the bowl of towels.

A minute later, Zuko has coaxed Sokka into rolling onto his back and letting Zuko slide a pillow under his knee. Zuko shoots pointed looks at Sokka whenever he tries to do something before Zuko does, and by the time Sokka is settled, he's watching his partner with a fond smile as he finally starts putting the towels in their place. One on either side of his leg, then before he puts one over his knee, Zuko leans down and gives the joint a gentle kiss. It's so soft that Sokka can hardly feel it, but it makes him feel better all the same.

"I hope you don't have any early meetings," Sokka mutters as Zuko joins him on the bed again. "Because I'm going to go crazy unless you stay here for a while to keep me company."

Zuko smiles, kissing him on the lips before wrapping his arms around Sokka. "The world can wait, love. I'm not going anywhere."

#this was the one that made me want to do that prompt list in the first place #IF NO ONE ELSE GOT ME I KNOW DANI MARRIEDZUKKAPADDINGTONTWO GOT ME!!!#chronic pain tag #zukka #paddington two #ask me stuff #my writing #prompts

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tiny-pun · 23 days

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C: So how is your love life going?

A: ( Thinking of all the times B flirted with someone else the last days, not even looking at them twice ) Just put me out of my misery. Please.

C: That bad, huh?

A:(Thinking of the ridiculous way B flirted, giving A the WORST second-hand-embarrassment; and questioning why they even like B in the first place.) Worse.

#don’t remember who this was about #but now it is about zukka #zukka #drarry #pansymione #sterek #destiel #newtmas #writing prompt #fanfic prompt #coldflash #supercorp #sabriel #catradora #korrasami #swanqueen #wangxian #fengqing #spirk

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petricorah · 2 years

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sometimes you just need a little study break

thanks for the prompt @huge-tromboner !

#zukka #sokka #zuko #avatar #avatar the last airbender #atla #don't ask me why i decided to put him in regular day clothes but i also have his tooth necklace and hand things. i don't know i just did #this was my first time drawing sokka with this hairstyle and the jury's still out on if i like it #anyway this was a really cute prompt thank you. i hope you like it #myart #i'm uh. still taking zukka prompts if people have things

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goneprophet · 4 months

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atla post war au zuko used to make up songs to calm azula when she was little and after she was institutionalized zuko began doing it again and it follows their story as she tries to heal and he tries the be the older brother she didn't quite have and be there for her as iroh was their for him and the name of the fanfic is songs for 'zula

#media: atla #character: prince zuko #character: princess azula #and it's a side #pairing: zukka #please someone write this #atla prompt #fire siblings

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a-todd-illustration · 8 months

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Sokka didn't make it out in time after the eclipse! Oh no! Who do you think will rescue him? Or does he manage to get himself free?

#myart #fanart #avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar #avatar au #sokka #azula #bruises #prisoner #zukka #azukka #sukka #writing prompt #art prompt

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zukosasukelovebot · 7 months

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Sokka going on about something that Zuko has no idea about.

Zuko looks like he's absolutely in love.

Sokka looking at Zuko as if he's weird.

"Is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just think you're cute."

Sokka's whole body goes red. "You're weird it's like you're into me or something."

Zuko gives him a deadpanned look

They've been dating for 3 years. Sokka never gets used to Zuko complimenting him which amuses and also annoys Zuko.

"One of these days you'll remember I'm your boyfriend."

Sokka huffs. "Of course I know you're my boyfriend. Doesn't mean in used to compliments still. Neither are you, Mr hotman. "

Zuko looks away quickly, not willing to let Sokka see his blush.

Sokka laughs loudly and reaches to wrap his arm around his shoulders and bring him close.

"I love you," Sokka whispers in his ears.

Zuko smiles and basks in the moment. "I love you too. "

#zukka #zuko #sokka #zukka fanfic #sokka/zuko #zukkaau #otp prompts

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zukkaart · 11 months

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Okay so we all (hopefully) know by now that in the fire nation during an Agni Kai both opponent’s have a piece of seemingly random fabric tied around their arm. Case in point

Which if you read the official a:tla lore it explains that the piece of fabric is typically torn from the mothers dress and SHE ties it to her son before the Agni Kai begins.

All I’m saying is in the final Agni Kai Zuko doesn’t have this nor does he have any arm band to symbolize where it should have been

We know that Sokka wraps his wrists and forearms for protection during battle

So ALL IM SAYING is that if Sokka had been the one there with Zuko for the final Agni Kai and if he had KNOWN about the fire nation tradition there is NO WAY he wouldn’t have seen it as a reflection of his own traditions and subsequently banded Zuko with his wrap(s) one way or another.

Because we know that as far as battle goes- Sokkas traditions are more important to him than anything.

(See: him being the only one to consistently put warriors paint on and is never seen without his forearms wrapped unless he well and truly knows they’re not in danger i.e. the end of the final episode)

Should I draw fanart of this yes or no

Update: you can find art of this scene here

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azreadytodie · 2 years

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Soulmate Au where you can hear each others music but one of them really enjoys rick rolling the other and it drives them up the wall

#soulmate #steddie #klance #zukka #soulmate au #au prompt #bubbline #reddie #percabeth

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erisenyo · 4 months

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"could you please come and get me?" I'm BEGGING🙏🙏🙏

For this prompt game! (And also this one!) (Andthis one too lol)

(Can be read as a follow-up to this)

“…and, like, everyone goes through phases!”

Hakoda hastily unfolds from his very undignified stretch at the muffled sound of Sokka’s voice, wincing at the protest of his sore back. Bato keeps saying he’s eventually going to value his posterior chain enough to stop taking red eyes no matter how cheap they are, and one day Hakoda is actually going to listen instead of making jokes about posteriors.

“—and sisters, you know? They never let go of anything no matter how old you all get, and they always take things too far—”

Hakoda glances again around the dim lit, tidy shop as if maybe the angle of the sunlight will have changed, vaguely pleased and surprised that Sokka is here so early as the faint jangle of the admittedly-huge keyring filters through the door.

It’s hours past when they usually open, of course, but judging by the timing of Sokka’s late-night-scarfing-down-dinner phone calls, he’s been working plenty past when they usually close.

“—not in a creepy way or anything, obviously. Just a joke. A bad one!”

Not that Hakoda was really worried. And he was right to now really worry! There’s nothing blown up, no scorch marks or tools missing because Sokka really needed a good shearing weapon for his robot-killing robot, no half-deconstructed engines and piling-up repairs because Sokka is sure he’s figured out a way to get more efficiency out of the whole system.

“—and that one is totally new, anyway. I had no idea it was even there! And so, um. High definition.”

Those this Audi sitting in the middle out of the shop, which is very out of place for Wolf Cove to begin with, let alone in Hakoda’s shop…

“And I mean, you know how sisters are!”

Hakoda does have some questions about that.

That Jesk kid better not be involved, or whatever his name was...

“Or—right?” Sokka’s voice is suddenly clear as he finally finds the right key to unlock the office door. “You—maybe? I mean—you—or—”

“Yeah,” a husky, raspy voice cuts in, faintly amused, and Hakoda pauses in surprise as he realizes Sokka isn’t on the phone. “I have a sister.”

Hakoda glances curiously through the office window as Sokka flicks the lights on, bright light illuminating the office and the break room and the car bays one by one, revealing his son—dressed for work, not starving, not injured, good—and the lean, black-on-black clad boy behind him, and Hakoda feels his eyebrow jump up in surprise.

Ah. He recognizes a pretentiously pre-worn designer leather jacket when he sees one. That would be where the car came from, then.

“And,” Sokka hurries on, darting nervously around the office as he wakes up the computer and sets down his coffee and Hakoda’s other eyebrow slides up to join the first. He can recognize Sokka’s cover-his-ass voice anywhere. “It’s not like I would recognize you out of context anyway without, you know. Or with, or—and so, like, it's not like I was being weird or anything, or like, trying to lock you in the basement or something, or—fuck.” Sokka scrubs his hands over his face before pasting on a bright, game smile and marching toward the car bays. “Yeah, I’m just going to stop talki—Dad!”

“Sokka,” Hakoda greets him, giving the other boy—not a boy, Sokka hates being called a boy, he reminds himself—a curious look. “And…?”

“Oh,” the boy blinks, freezing a little. “Uh—”

“I didn’t realize you were coming back,” Sokka hops in, hurrying over. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to grab a few things from the house, see you and Katara a bit,” Hakoda assures him, reaching out to give Sokka’s shoulder a squeeze and offering a smile to the other boy as he trails Sokka after a moment across the shop floor. “Who’s this?”

“How’s Gran Gran?” Sokka asks as the boy hesitates, mouth half-open.

“She’s doing well, things are coming along,” Hakoda says, cocking his head to get a better look at the boy. He’s definitely familiar—not surprising, with those nearly-gold eyes and scar and the kind of cheekbones that Sokka loves to trip over—but Hakoda can’t quite place… “Are you one of Sokka’s college friends?” Shit, Hakoda should know those. He at least knows it isn’t…what was his name, Tamu? It’s definitely not him…

“Ah, no,” the boy says, shifting on his feet and flicking a quick look to Sokka. “Wh—"

“How long are you back for!” Sokka says over top of him, eyes wide with interest and that’s definitely his cover-his-ass voice again…

“Just a few days,” Hakoda says absently. Is it one of Sokka’s high school band buddies? They used to always be hanging around the basement and crowding into the kitchen. “I haven’t seen around town,” he says slowly, the sense that he knows this kid niggling at the edge of his thoughts.

“…No,” the kid agrees after a beat, equally slow.

“Yeah,” Sokka says quickly, voice coming out high. “He’s not from around here!”

“This is your car?” Hakoda asks, because the kid might not look much like a trombone players but he does look like a speed demon.

“Uh, yeah,” the kid says, glancing at the sleek red lines where Sokka’s set the Audi out with pride of place dead center in the middle of the shop. “Sorry?”

“Sorry?” Hakoda blinks, momentarily distracted from the nagging familiarity of the kid.

“I broke down,” the kid shrugs, apologetic, and Hakoda can only give him a bemused look.

“It’s what we’re here for,” he says. And they’re certainly going to charge him for it, with a car like that—and Hakoda will be making sure he’s charged. He recognizes that look on Sokka’s face…

“Right!” Sokka says, overly bright. “Car repair!”

“A full-service operation,” the kid murmurs, cutting Sokka a sideways look.

“We strive to be,” Hakoda says proudly, giving Sokka his own curious look as his son chokes a little, blushing. Oh yeah. Hakoda is definitely making sure this kid gets charged.

“Car repairs!” Sokka says loudly, clearly powering through…whatever is going on. “We’ve had a lot of those! Want to—” he glances quickly around. “—the books! Want to see them? Or the—I can get you up to speed?” he suggests half-desperately. “On everything?”

Hakoda makes a vaguely affirming noise, listening with half an ear and mostly watching the kid who is in turn watching Sokka, looking faintly bemused by and more than a little curious about Sokka’s immediate, exhaustive, relieved, highly detailed account of the past month.

Maybe he’s a new teacher in one of Sokka’s art classes? He thought they were all old men by Sokka’s description, but this one seems like an artsy type. Though why he’d be here and not back in Republic City…

The kid gives Sokka another sidelong look through his lashes that really isn’t all that subtle to anyone other than Sokka, and ah, that could be a reason.

And he can tell Sokka likes his friend back from the fidgety, half-nervous, half-hyper way he’s shifting his weight and playing with his bracelets and rings and he better be fucking taking those off before work, Hakoda’s not trying to have anyone lose a damn body part inside an engine. At least the earrings are out…

Hakoda thinks, though, that he really would have heard of the kid if he’s following Sokka cross-country to keep him company. But then, maybe that’s why he has the persistent, nagging sense that he’s met or at least seen this kid befo—

“Oh!” Hakoda suddenly exclaims, snapping his fingers as realization hits. “I know you!”

“You—!” Sokka trips a little as the kid startles, giving Hakoda a half-surprised, half-cagey look. “You should really hear about theorderthatPakkutriedto—”

“You’re the boy from the poster over Sokka’s bed!” Hakoda says, triumphant and Sokka cuts off with a high, strangled noise, the kid opening his mouth and nothing coming out.

“The one where’s he’s all shirtless and oiled up?” Hakoda prompts when Sokka doesn’t say anything, pleased to have placed it. “Remember, you got that fancy photo editing program for it? So you could cut him out of the full shot and enlarge the size? And Bato took you to that special print shop in Whale Harbor to get it done out on the special poster paper?”

The kid slowly transfers his stare from Hakoda to Sokka, who is looking more and more like a deer trying to freeze to avoid the notice of an oncoming car.

“You know, for your eighteenth birthday?” Hakoda reminds him, concern fluttering in his chest when Sokka doesn’t immediately latch onto the topic like he always does. “Because you couldn’t find any magazines big enough to see from that far away?” He definitely isn't misremembering, he knows he isn't...right?

The kid slowly closes his mouth, eyebrow inching up higher and higher.

“And you’d filled up all your wall space, so you needed to move to other surfaces? And Katara said you weren’t allowed to put anything up in the shower?” No, he's definitely right. Hakoda had been quietly and intensely relieved by the shower edict enough to be sure.

“I,” Sokka finally says, mouth working, “I, uh.”

“Didn’t you recognize him?” Hakoda frowns, reaching out to feel Sokka’s forehead.

“Yeah, Sokka,” the kid—shit, Hakoda still doesn’t know his name though—says, pointed, “Didn’t you recognize me?”

“I…need to go now,” Sokka announces, suddenly fumbling in his pockets.

“What?” Hakoda blinks, confusion threading alongside his pleasure at finally placing the face.

“What?” the kid half-laughs, startled.

But Sokka just whips out his phone, already marching away, his face crimson and voice echoing off the high ceilings, “Katara? Yeah, I’m—yeah, I’m still in town. Yes, I know that you're on nights, I—yes, I—look, could you please come and get me?” A pause. “No, I—actually, yes. I need to go die now, please. Not here.”

Hakoda stares after Sokka as he finally shuts the office door behind him, bemused, scratching the back of his head and shifting his attention to the kid who looks like he doesn’t know whether to worry or laugh again.

“Well, I’m Hakoda,” he eventually offers, extending his hand and biting the bullet that it’s okay to not know this one’s name, they probably haven't actually met before, “I’m his father.”

“Zuko,” the kid says after a beat, accepting his handshake—strong grip, callouses, no eye contact but that’s okay considering he’s looking after Sokka. “I’m, uh. The guy from the ceiling?”

Hakoda huffs, half-amused and giving him another quick look—and then his hand a slightly harder squeeze. “Grown up a bit, have you?” A lot less oil, too. And a lot more clothes.

Same cheekbones, though.

“Uh—so has he? Since then?” Zuko hazards, glancing toward the office where Sokka is…screaming into a pillow, by the looks of it.

“One could say that," Hakoda says after a beat, thinking of Sokka’s last trip to Whale Harbor and the poster tube he’d come back with happily cradled in his arms. “But maybe not as much as you’d think.”

#Hakoda is so proud of himself #He is going to get a good grade in Dad and in remembering his son's interests and hobbies #A thing that is possible to get and desirable to achieve #Sokka and Zuko are quietly dying and Hakoda is just there like 🙃#asks and answers #prompt games #fic writing #my writing #Sokka #Zuko #Hakoda #Zukka #Zukka fic #Rockstar Zuko AU

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