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Toko for my Valentine’s Day ATLA Rarepair One shots for @definitelynotaclod @ljf613
Just a Friend
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Toph Beifong/Zuko
Additional Tags: My boy lee with the great cup of tea is firelord, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon
Summary: Toph gets pissed that she's stuck in the friend zone with Zuko. Her frustrations finally boil over.
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Toph could feel Zuko intentionally slowing his steps to walk in line with her. They walked down the seemingly endless stairs of the palace in Ba Sing Se.
He asked, "So what are we doing tonight?" She explained, "It's Black Day, an Earth Kingdom thing."
As they descended down the steps, she started to hear the bustle of the Upper Ring. Zuko’s voice rose above the noise, "It's like the opposite of the Day of Two Lovers, right?"
"Right! Instead of being all gross and in love, today we get to celebrate being single." Zuko chuckled, "Cool, cool. I heard a couple people talk about it at the tea shop."
Toph wrapped her hand on Zuko's elbow. She could mostly feel where passersby were walking, but it was comforting to have Zuko by her side.
After they walked for awhile, she smelled the noodle shop and pulled him into it. It sounded crowded, lots of people excitedly talking over each other.
They jostled their way to a corner table. Zuko’s long legs stretched underneath Toph’s chair, while her’s dangled, the pads of her feet barely touching the floor.
Toph felt a set of footsteps coming towards them, must be the waitress. The steps stopped not too far from their table and then they approached. Toph wondered why the girl was so nervous.
The waitresses’ soft voice asked, “Lee?” Toph’s brow furrowed, the fuck was this bitch talking about? She asked, “Who the fuck is Lee?”
Zuko’s heart rate was picking up as he cleared his throat, “Uh, hi Jin.. My name is actually Zuko. Lee was a name I was going by when I was here.” The waitress cleared her throat, “Oh, well, it’s nice to see you again Zuko .” Toph didn’t like the way Zuko’s name rolled off her tongue, like it was a sticky candy that she liked more than she should.
The Earthbender cleared her throat, “Well, I’m ready to order. We’ll have some jasmine tea and two orders of jajangmyeon.” The air was awkward for a moment, before the other girl answered, “Oh, of course. I’ll get that right out for you.” Her feet were light as she scurried away from the table.
Toph looked in Zuko’s general direction, “The Spirits was that Sparky?” Zuko’s heart rate was still all over the place, “It-it was nothing.” Toph rolled her eyes and he sighed, “Fine. Uncle made me go on a date with her when we were refugees here.”
Toph snorted, because it was exactly the type of thing Iroh would do. But the thought of Zuko on a date with another girl was well...unsettling. As Sokka and Suki started dating and Katara and Aang were all over each other all the time, her and Zuko stuck it out together.
The soft footsteps came back, the girl setting down the tea. Her gentle voice asked, “So Zuko, you’re celebrating Black Day?” “Uh, yeah, with my friend Toph,” he answered. “Oh just a friend ?” Toph also didn’t like how this girl said friend, as if it was an insult. She didn’t like the way this girl talked at all, maybe she just didn’t like her.
The Earthbender decided she had had enough of this. She didn’t need to listen to yet another girl throwing herself at Zuko. She shoved back from the table and marched out of the restaurant.
Stupid Sparky. Why did she care so much about him anyway? It’s not like he would ever like her, not the same way she liked him. Toph had no idea what she looked like, or what other girls looked like, but she had the distinct feeling that she wasn’t pretty in the same way that other girls were.
As she felt the tears spill onto her face, it only made her more annoyed. She was so pissed she felt like crumbling all the walls in the stupid city to the ground.
Toph sat on the edge of the fountain of Two Lovers. She swung her feet and kicked them in the fountain. The cool water relaxed her slightly and she let out a sigh.
Suddenly, someone invaded her space, a shoulder bumping into hers. They smelled like cinnamon and citrus. She scoffed at Zuko, “What do you want?”
His pinky bumped into her’s on the fountain’s edge, “What’s wrong?”
She turned her head the other way and grumbled, “Nothing.” His shoulder bumped hers again, “I’m dumb, but I know when you’re pissed. Just talk to me.” She sulked, “Everywhere we go girls just loooove you.” Zuko took a minute before he answered, “Jin was just being nice.” Toph blew a piece of hair out of her face, “Sure. Whatever Sparky.”
The quiet stayed between them. Toph swirled her feet in the fountain.
Zuko’s warm hand rested on top of her smaller one, “Toph, I value you and the time we spend together.” “Yeah, as a friend.” “Toph-” She stood in the fountain and cut him off, “No Zuko! You know what? I get it! I totally get it! I’m not like all the other girls that fawn after you, but you know what it’s fine ! Go back to whatever her name is and enjoy your night.”
She took in a breath to come down from her outburst. Zuko asked, “Wait, Toph are you jealous? Do you like me?” Toph dragged her hands down the side of her face, “Of course I like you, you giant dummy! Isn’t it obvious?”
Her stomach flipped against her will when he chuckled, “I guess it is now.” She mumbled, “That’s fine, laugh at me.” He grabbed her fingers and pulled her towards him. He could almost hear him smile, “I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at me, always a little slow to pick stuff up.”
He took both her hands, in his larger warm ones and asked, “It’s still early in the night. Wanna pick up where we left off? We’ll go on a proper date another night.”
Date..another night… the words buzzed in her mind on repeat as her and Zuko strolled through the streets looking for some trouble to get into.
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Azulaang for my ATLA Valentine’s Day Rarepair One Shots for @ljf613
Blue Lotus
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aang/Azula (Avatar), Aang & Azula (Avatar)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Tattoos, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era
Summary: Azula, Ty lee and Mai decide to get matching tattoos on Valentine's day. Aang ends up being Azula's tattoo artist.
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Ty Lee bounced ahead of Azula into the tattoo shop. Mai and Azula followed her in, with much less enthusiasm.
By the time Mai and Azula made it inside, Ty Lee was flipping through a portfolio and chatting with the girl at the front desk. Ty Lee chirped, "Well we decided fuck valentine's day, let's get tattoos!" "More like you decided," Mai responded in a bored tone. Ty Lee laughed and then the girl at the counter called out, “Jet, Snoozles, Twinkle Toes- your appointments are here.”
A tall lanky guy confidently strode up to the desk and peered over the girl’s shoulder, “Azula?” She recognized him from the video chat when they had first discussed her tattoo. She walked forward and followed him down the small into a room that was painted a nauseating shade of orange.
He sat on a low rolling chair and she hopped up onto the tattoo chair. His wide grey eyes looked up at her, “So I was looking over what you requested, a blue lotus tattoo?” She nodded. He was easy and relaxed, “You’re still wanting it on your inner forearm?”
She flipped her forearm and pointed to the center, “Here.” He nodded, “I think it’ll look perfect. Let me show you what I drew up.” He easily rolled over to his computer and she peeked over from the chair. It was better than what she had expected, but instead she replied, “That’s fine.”
He spun around and looked at her, “Is there something you want me to change? It’s gonna be on you forever.” She brushed a bang behind her ear, “No, it’s fine. We can proceed.” He almost looked like he wanted to ask again, but instead rolled back to the computer. He printed up the design and then pulled on latex gloves.
He smiled up at her and said, “You can sit back and rest your arm on the arm rest, we’re gonna be here for a while.” She did as she was told and watched him roll over to a cabinet and grab supplies.
He rolled back to her, “Alright, so I’m just gonna disinfect you here.” She didn’t flinch as he rubbed down her inner forearm with a cool alcohol swab. She watched closely as he applied the outline to her skin. He looked up at her, “Alright, go look in the mirror and make sure it’s exactly what you want.”
She bounced down from the chair and walked over to the mirror. The flower was centered on her inner forearm and it looked like it was meant to be there. She turned and sat back down. To appease him, she said, “It’s perfect.”
“Great!” He responded. “Let’s get this show on the road.” She settled back into the chair and heard him start up the tattoo gun. He asked, “Is this your first tattoo?” She looked up at the orange ceiling. “Yes, it is.” “Oh, cool, cool.” She bit her lip as she felt the first prick of pain.
He was bent over her arm intently at work, but his voice was carefree as he asked, “So why a blue lotus?” She really would rather sit here in silence, but she answered, “My friends and I always talked about matching tattoos. The lotus has meaning for all of us. I’m getting blue, Ty Lee is getting pink and Mai is getting red.”
He nodded along, “That’s so cool. Me and the other artist Sokka, we have matching tattoos, but you know what- actually we don’t need to talk about that.” A voice called from down the hall called, “Aang, don’t be ashamed of our bro tats!” He looked up at her, “Do you mind if I put some music on. I swear I can’t get any privacy here.”
The girl at the front desk yelled back, “The fuck do you need privacy for?” Aang rolled his eyes and Azula laughed, “Sure, go ahead.” He wiped down what he had done so far and then looked around, “Can you grab my phone and pick something on Spotify? It’s right behind you.”
She reached with her free arm and swiped open his phone, which already had the app open. She clicked on the playlist that said Tattoo Beatz. As she placed it down Lupe Fiasco played in the background. He waited for her to get settled and then went back to work, “Good choice.” She smirked, “You have your playlists pretty easily labeled.”
She watched him intently as he worked on the outline of the lotus flower. She looked around the room she was in to get her mind off of the pain. There was a happy buddha up on a shelf, plants were scattered all over the place and inspirational quotes were on the walls. She looked down at the artist as he was crouched intently working on her tattoo.
He was tall and skinny, but he had enough muscles that they flexed as he moved the tattoo gun. He was wearing a white tank top with the sleeves cut off and orange cargo pants. He was so different from her, in black jeans and a burgundy long sleeve crop top.
The tattoo gun hummed. She studied him as he worked, his face full of concentration and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His body was covered in tattoos. It wasn’t haphazardly done, but seemed intentional and well thought out. She leaned forward without realizing, to get a better look at the blue pattern that covered him.
She was startled as his chipper voice disrupted her thoughts, “I spent a few years abroad, learning traditional tattoo methods.” “Oh,” she answered. She flushed a bit at being caught looking at him. He looked up at her, about to say something, when Ty Lee bounced into the room and poked her head over Aang’s shoulder, “Ohhh it’s so pretty.”
Aang wiped away excess ink and gently tapped Azula’s arm, “We’ve been at it for a minute. Take a break.” He unfurled himself from his crouched over position, stretching to his full height, his long arms stretching up towards the ceiling. Azula’s eyes scanned over him, until she felt Ty Lee yank her out of her chair, “Let’s go see Mai’s!”
It actually did feel good to get out of the chair. The girls walked into the small room. Mai was flipping her pocket knife with her free hand as the artist intently worked on her piece. Mai’s was the darkest, the lines straighter and more severe than the other two girls, but each of their tattoos were beginning to reflect their personalities.
Ty Lee and Azula each went back to their designated chairs. Aang snapped on a new pair of gloves and got back to work. He said thoughtfully,” You’re a really good canvas. You’ve got a great skin tone for colored work and the forearm is one of my favorite spots- not too much pain for you and I don’t have to be twisted in some awful position.” Azula’s brow furrowed, “Does that happen a lot?” His grey eyes went wide, “Oh yeah. People ask for the weirdest stuff. I’m just glad that you didn’t ask for an infinity symbol or something. Not that I have anything against it- just gets repetitive after awhile.”
She couldn’t hold back as she asked, “What’s the worst tattoo you’ve ever done?” He looked up at her mischievously as he switched to blue ink, “Worst in what way? Like worst design I’ve ever done? Worst thing someone has asked for?” She couldn’t help but be pulled in by him, “All of them.” He laughed easily, “Well, every tat Sokka asks for is easily the worst thing I’ve ever done.” A “HEY!” rang out from down the hall.
She looked around the room, at the decor, then at him and asked, “Do you think a lotus tattoo is offensive? You seem more spiritual than I am.” His brows pulled together, “I wouldn’t tattoo something I thought was offensive. I know some people think it’s crude, but you’re not doing it just because you’re into yoga this week. You’re doing it because it reminds you of who you are and your friends. I think that’s really sweet.”
Azula actually outright laughed, “No one’s called me sweet before.” He looked up at her, “Bullshit. Your friend, the peppy one, I’m sure she has.” Azula smiled at the description, “Nope. Never.” He shrugged and focused as he used the gun to spread white ink, “Well, I think you are. I mean you’re spending Valentine’s day with your friends. Seems pretty sweet to me.”
She rolled her eyes, “I was forced here.” “Oh really? ‘Cause we talked about this tattoo like a week ago. What would you be doing today if you hadn’t been forced here?” She looked down, “Probably watching cheesy movies with Mai and Ty Lee.” “See! You are sweet! Spending Valentine’s day with your friends.”
She sighed in fake annoyance. She really couldn’t be too annoyed when he was giving her a bright lopsided grin. He wiped down her arm for the last time and said, “Go have a look.” She slid out of the chair and when she saw the design in the mirror, she had never seen anything so beautiful, and it was a part of her now.
The flower looked so real, so delicate. The blue, white and yellow hues all blended seamlessly. He did beadwork that hung down from each petal and connected them. He had recommended it during Azula’s consult and she was enthralled by it. He stood behind her in the mirror, “I think a blue lotus suits you.” She was still staring in awe of it, “It means perfection of wisdom.” He added, “Lotus flowers symbolize a lot of things to different cultures. I like the idea that they symbolize the human condition. We can be planted in the dirtiest waters, but still grow to be beautiful. That we can grow past a difficult beginning and make a beautiful life.”
She normally would have made a snide comment, but she was thrown off as she saw the genuine look of interest on his face. Instead she softly replied, “I’ll remember that.”
He blushed and said, “Let’s get you bandaged up.” Azula realized she would miss how delicately he touched her. How good he smelled. This was silly, she had only known him a few hours.
He talked her through the aftercare and she took diligent mental notes. He easily slid back in his chair and scribbled on a post it, “Here’s my number, in case you have any questions or need anything. You can always come by so I can see how you’re doing. I’d be happy to take you to lunch sometime.”
The small paper felt heavy in her hands, but she nodded and slipped it in her pocket, “That would be great.”
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Aang watched the group of girls leave the shop. As the door shut behind them, he heard the girl in pink shriek at Azula, “HE GAVE YOU WHAT?”
Toph rolled her eyes as she closed out the register, “You’ve got it bad, don’t you Twinkle Toes?”
#azulaang#aang x azula#please don't hate me#i really tried#mids atla rarepair oneshots#I just suck at writing anything with aang
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Sokkla for my ATLA Valentine’s day oneshots @disgruntled-welshgirl @wealthysimmer @sokkla-wack-a-pow
Stress & Misunderstandings
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Azula/Sokka (Avatar), Azula & Sokka (Avatar)
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Brief Mention of Mental Health Issues
Summary: Republic City ambassadors Sokka and Azula spend the day of Two Lovers' together.
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Sokka stood in the door of Azula’s office, “Ambassador Azula.” She didn’t look up from the stack of papers in front of her, “Can I help you, Peasant?” He let out a warm laugh and strolled further into her office, though he hadn’t been invited in.
His large brown fingers tapped on her desk, “It’s the feast day of Oma and Shu.” Her brows were pinched together as she studied the paper in front of her. She spun her quill in her fingers, “So?”
“So…you, me, couples massage.” She finally looked up at him, her brows still pinched together in annoyance. But then she really looked at him. He was taller than her, his muscles well defined and his brown skin was practically glowing in the evening sun. He tapped her desk again, “Come on, you’ve been a walking ball of stress the whole week and it’s been stressing me out.”
She had every right to be stressed. Her brother had trusted her to be the Fire Nation’s ambassador to Republic City and he had finally picked this week to check up on her. As if she was someone who needed to be checked in on. But Zuko’s visit had set Sokka on edge too. Zuko had put a lot of work into the new Republic City. Neither of them wanted to let him down.
It further complicated matters as Azula and Sokka decided to be fuck buddies. Well, at least, that’s what she thought they were. They had never really agreed to anything, but every few nights they went back to one of their apartments and fucked away the stress of trying to create something that had never been done before.
Except this last week, Azula had curled in on herself. She avoided Sokka at all costs. She couldn’t have Zuko know she was being anything but professional. She imagined it night after night in different forms- Zuko accusing her of not having changed, of manipulating Sokka. Azula couldn’t go back to the asylum. She was different, she had changed.
She had managed to stay away from Sokka the entire week and her brother seemed pleased at the work the council had accomplished. She waved goodbye to her brother earlier that afternoon on the docks, relieved that she was not on a boat back to the asylum.
She was brought back to the present by Sokka gently rubbing her hand, “Princess?” Her brows snapped back together in annoyance, “I’m not the Princess anymore.” Sokka’s bright blue eyes rolled, “Alright, former Firelord, we gotta go, we’re gonna be late.” Her golden eyes were still hard as she studied him. He walked around her desk and pulled her chair out, “Look, I don’t have a palanquin, but if I have to haul you over my shoulder-”
She shoved out of her chair and strode confidently out of her office. His large lazy strides kept pace with her. She flounced down the stairs, “We are going to a massage?” “Yep, Fire Nation and Watertribe ambassadors participating in Earth Kingdom traditions on an Earth Kingdom holiday.” She rolled her eyes, “It’s an asinine holiday.”
They pushed out of the doors and onto the busy street. He put his hands in his pockets, “Oh come on, be a good sport. We’re also going out to eat after.” She stopped walking and turned on him, “You made all these little schemes without conferring with me?” His eyes were soft as he looked down at her, “First of all, they are plans not schemes. Second of all, you’ve avoided me like a plague of pentapox all week. When was I supposed to tell you?”
She was going to have a permanent wrinkle in her eyebrows from glaring at him, “Pentapox isn’t a real disease, it’s something you conjured up dum-dum.” “Your Fire Nation army bought it, so they’re the real dum-dums.” Azula had changed, but she still didn’t like to be reminded of her failings. She venomously hissed at him, “4c.” He brushed it off and replied, “Oh, 7d.”
He started walking and she followed along, determined to get the last word. They had many arguments since the war ended, so they started short handing their debates with listed points. For example, 3f was “If you’re such a good strategist why did you fuck up on the day of the black sun?” and 42h was “If you’re such a good firebender, why is your fire the wrong color?”
Azula was pulled out of their argument as Sokka pushed open a shop door and bells tinkled to warn the owner of their arrival. It was a bit darker, with peaceful music low in the background and a few candles around. It smelled earthy, like they were in a hut in the swamp.
An Earth Kingdom gentleman bowed to them, “Ambassadors welcome, I am pleased that you are celebrating the feast day. Come right this way.” They followed him further into the shop into a smaller room with two cots. The man said, “I will leave you to undress to your comfort level. The masseuses will be in shortly.”
The door clicked shut behind him. Azula plopped onto a cot, fully clothed. Sokka started twisting off his tunic and snorted, “You’re supposed to undress.” Azula sniffed haughtily, “He said to my comfort level.” Sokka snapped his tunic off and kicked his boots into a corner of the room, “This will help you relax, I promise.” And no one had ever looked at Azula and promised that something good would happen to her, so she turned away from him and shrugged out of her tunic and pants.
They both got underneath the sheet of each cot. She laid on her stomach and rested her head on her folded forearms. She looked over at Sokka and he gave her a small smile. There was a sharp rap at the door and then two Earth Kingdom women walked in. Both of them cooed over Sokka and greeted him and it was very obviously not his first time here.
They asked happily, “What areas should we focus on today?” Sokka pointed at Azula, “Her shoulders and back. I just want my usual.” They nodded and then Azula felt one of the woman’s hands on her neck and Agni, did it hurt. She winced at the pain and heard the crackle of electricity in her finger tips.
She didn’t like being touched. She didn’t like not knowing what was going to happen next. How many people had laid on this cot? When was the last time these sheets had been washed?
Sokka’s voice sounded relaxed, “Doin’ okay over there, Princess?” “Fine,” she ground out, as the horrible wench prodded a particularly painful tissue in the side of her neck. The woman softly encouraged, “It may help you relax if you hold hands with your loved one.” Sokka reached in her direction, “Come on, loved one. ” “Do you ever shut up?” She snapped as she put her smaller hand in his.
He moved his hand up and held her wrist, avoiding the heat that was pumping in her finger tips. She took a deep breath to center herself. The massage was doing something with her chi. She took another deep breath. The candles in the room rose and fell with her breath.
She bit her lip as the woman’s hand dug into her shoulder blade. She kept conscious of her breathing and Sokka lazily rubbed her wrist. It put her slightly more at ease.
An hour later they strolled out of the shop. Azula had a bounce in her step, “I feel so relaxed.” Sokka looked down at her, “Oh, I’m glad one of us does. I could practically feel the lightning about to come out of you.” She rolled her eyes, “Oh don’t be so dramatic.” “Right, I’m the dramatic one,” he scoffed.
They walked a ways. Sokka quickly ducked into a shop and picked up a bag of food. As the sun finally set, he led them down to the docks. They sat quietly as Sokka unpacked the containers of food and handed her chopsticks. She spotted the container of mochi and immediately grabbed for it.
The lights of the ships illuminated their meal. Sokka broke the quiet by asking, “Did I ever tell you I went to the cave of two lovers? It was easily one of the most annoying days of my life.” She arched an eyebrow, “More annoying than today?” The grin he gave her was her favorite, lopsided and goofy, “Today doesn’t even come close.”
She cleared her throat, “Why didn’t you spend today with someone you actually like?” His face immediately morphed into confusion, “What?” “It’s the feast day of Oma and Shu- the day of two lovers. Why not spend it with someone you’re romantically interested in?” He face palmed and groaned, “For fuck’s sake.” He took a deep breath and asked, “Azula, what do you think has been going on with us the last few months?”
She answered, “You were nice to me and we became fuck buddies.” “Fuck buddies?” He asked incredulously. “Azula, I’ve brought you flowers, taken you out after council meetings.” He shook his head and started to stand up, “You know what, it’s fine. I’ll see you next week. Actually I might take a week or five off.”
She sprung up and had to sprint after him. She cursed him and his longer legs, “Sokka, wait.” She caught up to him and grabbed his hand, “Just wait. I- I didn’t realize.” He bit his lip and shook his head in disappointment. She gripped his hand tightly. She didn’t know what to say, but she had to try, “Sokka, please. I like you.”
The old Azula would have been disgusted as the tears threatened to spill, but she was no longer above begging.
He brushed a stray hair out of her face and rested his forehead against hers, “I like you too. There’s no one I’d rather spend today with.”
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Hey, girl heyyyyy. It’s the 1st, so that means it’s time for a new round of my ATLA Rarepair Oneshots. March’s prompt is Hood AU. If you need clarification on what that is just reply, send me an ask, etc..
As usual, just comment, send an ask or a message with whichever rarepair you want to see me write. it’ll be rated T or M unless you request otherwise. You can reply to this post or submit to my ask box.
I’ll write anything, but here’s some paring suggestions-
Ty Lee x Zuko
Ty Lee x Jet
Ty Lee x Sokka
Jet x Sokka
Jet x Azula
Sokka x Azula
Sokka x Mai
Sokka x Aang
Sokka x Yue
Zuko x Yue
Zuko x Aang
Yue x Zhao
Yue x Jet
A different pair?
#mids atla rarepair oneshots#ty lee x zuko#ty luko#ty lee x jet#jetlee?#ty lee x sokka#ty lokka#jet x sokka#jetka#atla rarepair hell#atla rarepair#jet x azula#sokkla#sokka x mai#Maikka#sokka x yue#yukka#yueko#yue x zuko#zukaang#zuko x aang#yue x zhao#zhayu#yue x jet#yet?#jue?#sokaang
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Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Suki/Zuko (Avatar)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era, hood au, Basketball, Alternate Universe - Basketball, Alternate Universe - High School, High School
Summary: Zuko and Suki challenge each other in one-on-one basketball.
Finally getting around to posting my fics for the Hood AU from March’s prompt of my ATLA Rarepair oneshots. @disgruntled-welshgirl requested Zuki, so hopefully this is alright.
#mids atla rarepair oneshots#hood au#i get so nervous every time I post for the first time in a new ship#i question my entire existence as a writer
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Huan x Ikki for my Valentine’s Day ATLA Rarepair Oneshots. I know @ljf613 didn’t specifically request it, but I know you like these two and they need more content.
What are Siblings For?
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Huan/Ikki (Avatar)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Fluff
Summary: Ikki works at her family's bakery along with her very invasive siblings. They annoy her into going to ask out the hot regular that comes in every day.
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Ikki focused on applying the frosting on a heart shaped cookie just right. Meelo invaded her space and said through the side of his mouth, “You’re boyfriend’s here.”
She rolled her eyes and said, “For the millionth time, he’s not my boyfriend.” “Only because you’re too chicken to talk to him,” Jinora chimed in. Ikki really wished she was an only child sometimes.
She waited for her siblings to go back to work and then she finally peered out into the seating area of the bakery. As usual, he was there with his laptop, tablet and coffee. A mug of coffee was perched on his knee as he glared at his laptop.
He had been coming to the bakery for months now and he had completely captured Ikki’s attention. He was good looking in a way that she was completely unfamiliar with. His long, mostly black hair hung in his face, half of it was shaved. He had sharp facial features, with piercing grey-green eyes, which were usually accentuated with eyebrow piercings. She swallowed, yeah she definitely liked him. Jinora’s sing-song voice teased, “You’re staring.” Ikki let out an annoyed huff and shot back, “Can’t you guys ever just leave me alone?”
Jinora and Meelo exchanged a glance. Meelo answered, “We’ll never bring it up again if you go ask him out, right now.” Ikki waved her arms, “I can’t just ask him out. He’s like ten years older than me!”
Pema swung through the door to get a refill of cookies for the display case. She looked sympathetically at her daughter, “Ikki, there’s nothing wrong with an age difference. Me and your father-” Ikki groaned, cutting her mother off, “Okay, you know what? I will go talk to him and then no one in this family can ever bring it up ever again. Deal?” Her siblings stuck their hands out and shook on it.
Before she lost her nerve, Ikki grabbed a coffee pot and marched out the swinging door to the sitting area. She ignored any other customer trying to flag her down and stopped in front of the pretty man. She put on her customer service voice and asked, “Coffee?”
She felt like she couldn’t breathe as his grey-green eyes left his computer and stared up at her. His hair was in a delightfully messy topknot, which she knew by now meant that he was focusing intently. His long tan fingers curled around his cup and he held it out to her, “Fuck yes, please.”
She almost choked on her spit, thinking about him saying that in a different context, but she took a deep breath, so she didn’t pour steaming hot coffee all over him. She cleared her throat and asked, “Working on something?” He took his coffee back and took a sip, “Yeah, just going over this grant application for the millionth time. I work at the art museum and we desperately need it.”
Ikki’s eyes got wide and her curiosity got the better of her, “The Contemporary Art Museum, the Comic and Cartoon Art Museum, the Museum of Watertribe Art, or the Metal Art Museum?” He let out a chuckle, “The Metal Art Museum, but did the Watertribe Museum open already? I thought that wasn’t until next month.”
Ikki was glad her rambling hadn’t deterred him, “They have their opening party next month, but they have an outdoor exhibit currently open.” She blushed as his interested gaze stayed on her. Then she thought about why she came out here in the first place and added, “I’d be happy to go with you sometime. You seem like you really know a lot about art.”
His one eyebrow arched and Ikki immediately wanted the floor to swallow her alive. She was so stupid. She shouldn’t have let her chaotic family talk her into this. This was such a dumb idea. She held the coffee pot in a death grip and could feel her palms start to sweat and a warm blush spread across her cheeks and neck. Her siblings would never let her live this down.
Instead of answering, he turned and started digging in his bag. She let out a resigned sigh and turned to head back to the kitchen. A second later, she heard his husky voice call out, “Hey-” She turned around surprised to see him holding out his phone to her. He gave her a half smile, “Give me your number, I’d love to go with you.”
Ikki went to reach for the phone, but snapped her head upon hearing the kitchen explode in cheers and shouts. She turned, mortified, to see Jinora, Kai, Meelo and Rohan hugging each other and giving high fives, like their favorite team had just won the world cup. Meelo yelled, “I didn’t think that bitch had it in her, but she did it!" Ikki cringed and looked at the man in front of her, “I am so sorry. I work with my siblings and they are absolute trash.”
He gave a wave and called out, “Hey Meelo. Hey Jinora.” Realizing they had been seen, the siblings immediately ducked out of sight. Kai gave a wave, until Jinora pulled him down by the ear.
He gave a full wide smile at Ikki and she felt helpless. He rolled his eyes and said, “Don’t worry, I have a shit ton of siblings that I’m sure are worse than yours.” She laughed as she put her number in his phone, “I highly doubt that.” Their fingers brushed as he took his phone and looked at it. He read, “Ikki, I’m Huan. Nice to finally meet you. Your siblings have told me a lot about you.” She gave him a shy smile and said, “Nice to meet you too.”
They worked out the details of when they would head to the museum and then Ikki excused herself since she had taken up enough of his time. She ducked back into the kitchen and carefully placed the coffee pot down. She opened a bag of flour and flung it at her siblings as they tried to get away. She grinned, “This is payback you jerks!” Meelo whined as she covered him in flour, “Hey! You owe us! We got you a date!”
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Jetka for @the-messenger-hawk for my ATLA Valentine’s Day Oneshots
Conversation Hearts
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jet/Sokka (Avatar), Jet & Sokka (Avatar)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, College, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era
Summary: It's Valentine's day, not that Jet gives a fuck. He almost gives a fuck about his midterm tomorrow, so he sits waiting for his new tutor.
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Jet leaned back precariously in his chair in the athlete student center. He grabbed his pencil and flicked it at Longshot who was across the room with his tutor, some girl in engineering named Smellerbee. Pipsqueak and his tutor, Aang, laughed at Jet’s shenanigans as they packed up their things and left the study area. Jet huffed some of his unruly hair out of his face.
He wished Aang was still his tutor, but the advisor for student athletes had switched around schedules with the spring semester. Now Jet was getting someone new. He chewed on the chalky heart candy in his mouth. It wasn’t the best taste, but it satisfied his incessant need to chew on something.
Longshot and Smellerbee packed up too and soon Jet was left alone, waiting for some tutor that probably wasn’t even gonna show up. He glanced at the clock. He really should just leave. Tutoring hours were done. Jet guessed whoever it was had a Valentine’s date that was more important than tutoring him.
He should just leave, but he had a midterm tomorrow in his agriculture econ class. He needed at least a C to play on Saturday. He glanced down at his blank study guide that he should have been filling out throughout the semester. The stress gnawed at him, so he gnawed on more conversation hearts.
The door was calling him, telling him to just leave and sleep through tomorrow’s exam like he typically would, but finally someone walked into the room.
Jet immediately recognized Sokka.
He also immediately recognized that he was fucked for tomorrow’s exam.
Sokka barely looked at him, “Look, I’m not in the mood to deal with your fucking bullshit. Let’s just go over your study guide so I can get paid and we can both go home.” Jet continued balancing in his chair, “It’s good to see you too, Sokka.”
The other boy didn’t even look at him. He unceremoniously dropped his backpack, plopped down in the chair and pulled Jet’s empty study guide towards him. Jet tossed up a few hearts and caught them in his mouth. Sokka’s gaze never left his unimpressively blank study guide.
Jet, always uncomfortable with silence, shifted the discomfort to Sokka, “I’m surprised Zuko isn’t taking you out tonight, or are you doing something later?” Jet wasn’t college smart, but he was people smart. He knew exactly how to push people’s buttons. He took a perverse joy in riling up Sokka, only because he made it so easy.
“I explicitly said I’m not in the mood for your fucking brand of bullshit,” Sokka gritted out. His hands were grasping the meaningless study guide, causing almost enough tension in it for it to rip. Jet hadn’t calculated on Sokka getting this worked up over a simple question about his boyfriend.
Jet wasn’t one to apologize. He liked Sokka enough to almost want to, but he popped another candy heart in his mouth instead. The chalky taste seemed more unpleasant, but he swirled the candy around his mouth anyway, lodging it in the back corner of his jaw right above his molar.
Sokka shoved the paper back in front of Jet. He looked exasperated as he said, “You should try to fill it out. See what you know.” Jet scoffed, “I’m at tutoring because I don’t know jack shit.” Sokka’s cheeks sucked in like he had bitten something sour . He hissed venomously, “Two hours of tutoring isn’t going to make you pass an exam.” “Woulda helped if you had shown up on time,” Jet drawled as he leaned back in his chair, tossing up another heart to catch in his mouth.
Sokka barely moved, but his knee twisted just so, knocking Jet’s off balance. He sat up on the floor and glared at Sokka. He got up, thankful that he had just swallowed a heart and didn’t choke. He stood leaning on the chair, “What the fuck?”
Sokka pushed away from the table, turning on Jet, his eyes glassy and red, “I told you I couldn’t take your bullshit today. I fucking walked from the other side of campus, because the buses aren’t running, because there’s a little fucking snow on the ground. Why can’t people handle a few inches of fucking snow? But then I get here and I have to fucking tutor you and I tell you I can’t deal with your bullshit, but you serve it up steaming hot, because you are the king of all the assholes in the world and you can't help but be a douche canoe. No, not today, let’s just press all of Sokka’s buttons-”
Jet climbed over his chair and sat in the one Sokka had previously been occupying. He squeezed the other boy’s smaller hand just once as tears started to fall down Sokka’s cheeks. Jet fumbled for maybe the first time ever, “Shit, Sokka I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” Sokka hiccupped loudly, his one tear morphing into a full on ugly cry.
“Zuko-" He wailed as he cried. “Broke up with me today.” His body shuddered in an effort to breathe through the sobs, “He was supposed to drive me here,” the last part came out as a broken off wail, “but we’re not together anymore.” Jet still held his hand drawing circles with his thumb.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” the word and the genuine feeling behind it were foreign to Jet. Sokka looked at him, his blue eyes still glassy and pink. He pulled his hand away from Jet’s and wiped his eyes, “S’not your fault. Sorry, we should really do your study guide.”
Jet cocked his head to the side, like an overgrown confused puppy. He chewed on a candy heart and asked, "You sure? I can say we did tutoring. You'll get paid and you can go home." Sokka shook his head, his chin length hair shifting with the movement, "No, that's okay." Jet rolled his eyes at Sokka's decency, but scooted back into his own chair.
As they worked through the study guide Jet couldn’t help but focus more on Sokka than the material. He was an engineering and business major, not an Ag major like Jet. But the material came easily to Sokka as he glanced over the textbook that Jet had never even cracked open.
At the end of the two hours, Jet shoved his completed study guide in his book and crammed both in his backpack. He didn’t miss the wince from Sokka at the sound of the paper crumpling. Jet smirked and slung his backpack over his shoulders.
He stilted his steps to be more in line with Sokka's smaller ones. He dumped a few candy hearts into his large palm. He glanced at the pastel candies, holding out one to Sokka that read Let's get busy .
Sokka glared at him as they pushed the doors and the cold February air greeted them. He pelted the heart back at Jet, who caught it in his big mouth. Jet raised his hands up in triumph.
Sokka just shook his head as they walked. Jet bumped his side into Sokka's shorter shoulder. The shorter guy looking over at the taller athlete, "Thanks." Jet tossed up another candy and caught it in his mouth, "For what?"
Sokka shrugged shuffling in the snow, "I don't feel as shitty as I did." Jet grinned, his teeth not perfectly straight, "See, you do need my bullshit."
Jet skidded with chaotic glee across the icy sidewalk in his slides, his socks soaking in bits of snow. He thought about offering Sokka a night to forget Zuko, taking the pretty boy back to his apartment. This could be Jet’s only shot at making Sokka his. But something in him made him keep his thought to himself.
He knew how in love Sokka had been with Zuko. They did seem dam near perfect for each other. Jet calculated as he tossed a snowball that purposefully just missed Sokka's hair.
He didn't want Sokka just for a night. If he got him he couldn't just let go. Tonight, Jet had actually gotten through the wall that always seemed to be between the two of them.
He jogged, not using his full speed as Sokka scooped up snow and flung it, hitting Jet on the back of his neck. Sokka's eyes were back to their normal clear blue. His laugh was enough to warm Jet, who was just wearing a hoodie as he brushed off the snow.
He put his hands up, "I surrender! There's a pizza place open up here. Wanna stop?"
Jet's heart seemed to stop as Sokka chewed on his lip, debating his answer. He nodded, "Sure. Can't turn down pizza." Jet followed him in the small dive. They ordered and sat. Surrounded by other couples, as they debated over whether pineapple was a viable pizza topping.
Their legs or elbows would inevitably brush as Jet swung on the stool he was perched on. He kept throwing out new topics for debate, getting a thrill over seeing Sokka's eyes get fiery over whether Pepsi or Coke was better.
As Jet finished off his fifth slice of pizza, Sokka glanced in disgust at the small pink box on the counter between them, "I don't know how you can eat those things."
Jet shrugged as he stuffed the last of the chalky candies in his mouth, "I'll put just about anything in my mouth." "Noted," Sokka quipped. The two of them burst out in laughter.
As they stepped back outside, Jet looked at Sokka through his shaggy hair. His slides scraped against the salted side walk, "Same thing next week?" The cold was making Sokka's cheeks tint a pretty shade of pink. He rolled his blue eyes, "You wouldn't need tutoring if you just paid attention."
Their bickering continued as they walked, lost in conversation.
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Yukka for my ATLA Rarepair Valentine’s Day Oneshots for @ljf613
A Crush
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sokka/Yue (Avatar)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, High School, 2000s, Alternate Universe - 2000s
Summary: Ty Lee pressures her BFF Yue to confess her crush to Sokka on Valentine's Day. It doesn't happen as expected.
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Ty Lee spun around in her seat, so she was facing her best friend, “Yu, you have to tell him today. It’s Valentine’s day, it would be soooo romantic.”
Yue looked around frantically and hissed back in a whisper, “I’m not telling him ever. He would never in a million years like me.” Ty Lee leaned her forearms on Yue’s desk, “Yu-yu, just stop. You’re like the prettiest person, ever. Of course he likes you. You have to tell him!”
“Tell who what?” Mr. Bumi looked down at the girls. All eyes in the class turned on the two, but Ty Lee easily piped in, “Well, Mr. Bumi we just wanted to know if you could tell us the physics of the Earth Kingdon’s ancient postal system again.” The entire class gave a groan of annoyance, but Mr. Bumi had already wandered back up to the front of the room to give his explanation.
Yue quickly shot a glance over at Sokka who was sitting in the back corner of the room focusing on the Nintendo DS that he was playing under his desk, while Toph tried to put a pencil through the gauge in his ear. At least he didn’t notice Yue and Ty Lee’s fumble like the rest of the class had.
The bell rang signaling it was time for them to go to their next class. The girls gathered their things and navigated the hallway. Ty Lee whined, “Yue, seriously, just go up to him and be like, ‘Hey cutie!’ It works every time.”
Yue hugged her books closer to her, “I’m not like you.” Ty Lee huffed a bang out of her face, “What’s that supposed to mean?” Yue rolled her eyes, “I’m not outgoing like you are.” Yue huffed into her seat in Political Science as Mr. Long Feng started rambling about who knows what.
Yue’s eyes flicked across the room until she saw him. He was bent over his desk furiously writing. But as Yue watched the way he moved his pen, it was evident he was drawing instead of taking notes. She took the time in this class to tune out the teacher and study Sokka. It wasn’t her fault he was so cute.
His blue eyes were bright as he smiled easily as Zuko made some comment to him. Sokka’s black hoodie was pulled up over his head, his brown chin length hair poking out of it.
Ty Lee hissed, “You need a plan to tell him.” Yue whispered back, “I do not need a plan.” Both girls jolted as Mr. Long Fend stood in front of them, “A plan for what ladies?” “Oh just a plan to ask you when our next group project is,” Ty Lee quickly answered. The class groaned and probably shot daggers at the two friends.
The bell rang and Mr. Long Feng called out, “I dismiss you, not the bell.” They all slumped back into their seats. Yue frowned. Long Feng was such an asshole. He was going to make them late for P.E.
He finally let them go and Yue and Ty Lee twisted and turned down the hallways to get to the locker rooms. They hurriedly changed out of their cheerleading uniforms. As they headed towards the gym Ty Lee tried again, “Yue just tell him.”
Yue pushed open the door to the gym with more force than necessary and felt it hit something, or rather someone. Yue hurried and said, “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.” Then she spotted Toph on the floor and Zuko and Sokka looking at Yue like she had murdered their pet cat.
She held her hand out to help Toph, “I am so so sorry-” Toph pushed herself up and grumbled, “Can it, pretty princess. We all know you think you run the school. You don’t have to treat everyone else like crap.”
Yue choked out a sorry and then walked off. She heard Ty Lee arguing behind her, “It was an accident. You don’t have to be such a jerk about it.” Toph shot back, “Your friend literally hit a blind person.”
Yue tuned out their voices and jogged away. She climbed underneath the bleachers and sat in the darkest corner. It was gross down here and frankly she shouldn’t be sitting there, but she felt like trash, so it might as well keep her company.
She remembered the times she hid here during basketball games, after Hahn had said something particularly mean to her. She hadn’t felt like smiling and cheering and waving pom poms for him. She hid here after they broke up and he spread every rumor he could about her.
So she hid here now, after she had hit a blind girl for Tui’s sake. She shouldn’t let Ty Lee get under her skin like that, she was just trying to help after all. She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them to her, shoving her face into them as she cried. She had felt so lonely since her and Hahn broke up. She had lost everything, except for Ty Lee.
It had been nice to day dream about Sokka during class. It gave her some reprieve from the constant loneliness nagging at her. She had a crush on Sokka since she saw him freshman year, but she figured he would never like her. She was a cheerleader and he well, wasn’t anything close to that. So she had dated Hahn, who was captain of the basketball team and it ended up being a complete nightmare. She cried harder thinking about how stupid and naive she was.
She heard footsteps against the metal of the bleachers and said, “Ty, go away. Tell Zhao I’m on my period or something.” The steps kept coming, so Yue sniveled into the nest she had made in her knees, “Ty, seriously I’m fine. I was just so stupid to date Hahn you know? I should have known he was an asshole.” She paused and took a breath, “And I know you think I should tell Sokka I like him, but he’s never going to like me. You heard what Toph thinks about me. I mean she is right, what kind of bitch hits a blind girl.” Her rant trailed off as she cried.
A soft voice said, “Toph’s kind of overdramatic, I wouldn’t take her word for it.” Yue’s head snapped up, because that was not Ty Lee’s voice. Yue looked up and immediately tried to wipe away the tears on her face, “Sokka, I’m so sorry, I thought you were Ty Lee.” He gave her a small smile, “You don’t have to apologize so much.” She sniffed, “I know, I’m sorry.”
He sat and crossed his legs in front of her. His knees pressed at the holes in his black jeans, “Like, I said Toph kind of blew things out of proportion. We could totally tell it was an accident.” Yue looked down at the scars on her knees from years of cheer practice. His voice was still soft as he asked, “You okay?” She nodded, “Yeah, I don’t even know why I’m crying. I’m just overreacting. Sorry.”
He snorted and she bit her lip realizing she had apologized again. She felt her cheeks warm up, embarrassed that this was their first real conversation.
He pulled a sharpie out of his pocket and started drawing on his sneakers. She watched, glad that all of his attention wasn’t on her. He spoke up, “If you need someone to talk to, you can talk to me.” She cautiously looked at him, “Why would you offer that? You hardly know me.” He shrugged, “You hardly know me and you like me apparently.”
Her eyes went wide as she remembered that being a part of her tearful rant. She chewed on her lip, unsure of what to say. She glanced at him and his focus was completely back on her. He spoke cautiously, “If you want we can do an activity sometime, get to know each other better.”
She laughed lightly, “An activity?” He gave her a small smile, chewing on his snake bite, “Yeah, maybe go somewhere a little more spacious than where we are now?” She giggled and realized that his easy way with people was what had pulled her to him in the first place.
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Later that day, the other kids starred as the emo boy rolled up on his skateboard to the cheerleader’s locker.
The next day, Meng whispered to Moku, “I heard Sokka and Yue went on a date last night.”
Moku looked aghast, “Oh my Spirits, where?”
Meng filed her nails, “I think Dairy Queen.”
Moku rolled his eyes, “I doubt that’ll last.”
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Yue had those doubts initially too as the rumor mill at school spread and questioned her-that she had the audacity to date someone out of her social circle.
But later that year, when Sokka walked her to her locker, Yue realized that he made her happy and that’s all she wanted.
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Next month I think the prompt for my onshots is gonna be Hood AU. I'm tired of coffeeshop AUs and other yuppie bs. I'm gonna give some of our ATLA characters some ghetto fabulousness- I'm talking hoop earrings, swag and Jordans.
#theres nothing wrong with being ghetto#I just want to write about my brown life#mids atla rarepair oneshots
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So uhh, would you also write something for Urzai?
I wrote something. It’s literal crack and I’m sorry.
Here’s Urzai for my Hood AU Rarepair oneshots.
Trap Queen
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ozai/Ursa (Avatar)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era, hood au, Drug Dealer au, Drug Use, Strippers & Strip Clubs
Summary: As Ursa began dancing in front of him, Ozai gave her a smirk and said, “Hey, what’s up? Hello. Seen your pretty ass soon as I came in the door. I just wanna chill got a sack for us to roll.” He waved a baggy, his fingers shining with gold rings, as she ground her hips into his. She murmured into his ear, “I’m in love with the money, I ain’t I ever letting go.”
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Ozai remembered the first time he had seen her. She swung around the pole easily, her shiny long brown hair flowing behind her. Her perky tits were out and swayed too, illuminated by the purple lights of the club. He had almost tripped over his Jordans as he was mesmerized by her shaking ass in a red thong on the strip club stage.
He regained his swag and sat cooly in front of her pole. He tossed up a wad of bills and her amber eyes widened in surprise seeing the 100 rolled in the rubber band. He could tell she was the kind of girl that was married to the money as she swayed off stage and over to him. He swore he was in love with how she worked that damn pole. He just kept letting bands go.
As she began dancing in front of him, he gave her a smirk and said, “Hey, what’s up? Hello. Seen your pretty ass soon as I came in the door. I just wanna chill got a sack for us to roll.” He waved a baggy, his fingers shining with gold rings, as she ground her hips into his. She murmured into his ear, “I’m in love with the money, I ain’t I ever letting go.”
That night she proved to be everything he had ever needed.
They continued to see each other and he introduced her to his stove and showed her how to whip it. She caught on quickly and started remixing it for low.
She became his trap queen.
Their product became superior to everyone else’s in the city. They were making money hand over fist. Ozai sat at the table counting bills, gold chains hung around his neck and his wrist was heavy with a new rolex. Ursa focused on cooking pies, her long brown hair flowing down her back. She was wearing a black bra, one of his chains and jean booty shorts that had distracted Ozai from his counting more than once. She murmured more to herself, “If we keep going like this we can get matching lambos.”
He pushed away the pile of bills and went and walked over to her. She had to concentrate on the liquids in the pan otherwise the house would explode, but he still pulled her into him, smelling the watered down shampoo in her hair. He turned his face away and took an inhale of a blunt that was perpetually lit. She inhaled too, taking in the distinct smell and high that came with it.
And he got high with his baby. They rode in his lambo to the mall. He hit the strip of the Upper Ring with his trap queen. He thought about snatchin’ up a Rari’, but as he looked at Ursa’s pleading eyes he bought his boo a lambo. He snatched her up a necklace and dropped a couple grand on a ring. He would show her that she shouldn’t want for nothin’, ‘cause he would buy her everything.
This became their habit. He would get high with his baby.Then, he would ride to the mall and get fly with his baby. And it all revolved around being in the kitchen with his trap queen and cooking pies.
Until it all suddenly disappeared. Ozai woke up and the house was eerily quiet. His vision was blurred, he had broken out in a cold sweat and shakes, but he didn’t hear the constant sizzle and crack from chemicals on the stove. Her smell wasn’t there either. He tried to call out for her, but his throat was too dry. He swung his arm, lazily knocking into a bottle of Hennessy. He swallowed some and tried to call out for her, but there was just the quiet of the house, the thumping of guys playing loud music in their cars and kids playing basketball down the street. He realized his wrist was lighter- his watch was gone. He felt around his neck and his chains were gone too. He rubbed at his eyes, and from his vantage point on the mattress on the floor, the house looked the same as it always had. The wood floor was rotting, the paint was chipping and some of the windows were boarded up.
Then he finally noticed that she wasn’t at her usual place by the stove. The duffle bags full of money by the door were gone too. He remembered Ursa asking him earlier to try the new batch she had whipped up and then he didn’t remember anything after that, but he did remember what she had told him the first time they had met, that she was in love with the money and she was never letting go.”
He slipped back into unconsciousness, hazy thoughts swirling around his trap queen.
#i am trash#thanks for the ask#proxissima#proxissima coming with the spicy asks#again sorry for inflicting this on the internet#hood au#read the story tags#mids atla rarepair oneshots
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The Worst Morning After (Chapter 2)
Chapters: 2/2
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ty Lee/Zuko (Avatar), Ty Lee & Zuko (Avatar)
Additional Tags: Morning After, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era
Summary: Ty Lee and Zuko unexpectedly run into each other. It goes uphill from there.
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Toph had said this would be a small get together, only a few people. After all these years, he should have known that was a lie.
Toph had said this was an anti-valentine’s day party, for single people to not feel pressured into relationships. He disliked Valentine’s day. It was an asinine holiday. The hearts, the pink, the glitter- gross. It was over commercialized and an excuse to make half the population feel like they were unloved.
He didn’t know half the people here. As he squeezed past groups of people. He spotted a girl perched on an armchair. She looked different, but she clutched a pink bedazzled phone in her hand that had been under his bed a few hours prior.
Shit.
He evacuated the immediate area, weaving in between people to get to the kitchen. He wordlessly herded Sokka out onto the balcony. He closed the glass doors and looked at his friend. “Dude. I have a situation that normally happens to you, but it’s happening to me and I don’t know what to do.” Sokka put his hand on Zuko’s shoulder, “Zuko, buddy. You’re in the middle of a fuck up. Tell me all about it.”
Zuko ran his hands down his face, “I brought a girl home last night and now she’s here in the living room.” Sokka looked at him in confusion, “Did it not go well? Is she annoying or something?” Zuko still looked panicked, “No, no. She’s fine. This morning was just so fucking awkward.”
Sokka shrugged, “I know you don’t hook up a lot dude, but it’s always kind of awkward and well, with you I’m not surprised.” Zuko glared at his friend, but dismissed the jab, “Look, we didn’t even hook up. We both just slept at my place.” “Huh,” Sokka eloquently responded.
Zuko sulked, “I thought you’d be more helpful.” “I thought you’d have a real problem.” Zuko glared at him even harder. Sokka threw his arm around his friend’s shoulder, “Bro, just follow her lead. If she acknowledges you, go with it and if she ignores you, go with it.” That actually wasn’t terrible advice. Zuko nodded.
Sokka raised his eyebrow, “We could make this interesting though..” Toph popped on the balcony, “Make what interesting?” Zuko groaned. Toph always had the worst timing. Sokka conspired, “Zuko’s lady friend from last night is here. Toph, I bet you I can find her first.” Toph shook his hand, “It’s on like Donkey Kong!”
Zuko grabbed both of them, “If either of you says anything to her or make her feel uncomfortable-” Toph brushed him off, “We got this Sparky.” The two of them shoved through the patio doors. Sokka immediately called across the apartment, “June! I need your help with something.”
Zuko face palmed. He really needed new friends. His were awful. The only thing that comforted Zuko was that his friends probably wouldn’t identify her, because she wasn’t his usual type.
He sighed and then looked up to see her standing in the patio doorway. This morning when he had glanced at her in his bed, the sun coming in through the blinds gave her an ethereal look. Now that the sun was setting- the oranges, pinks and purples all reflected in a way that still made her look more like a Spirit, about to lure him into the next realm. She was clasping her hands uncertainly, “Uh hi. Got a sec?”
He pulled himself from his thoughts, “Uh yeah. What’s up?” She closed the patio doors. She leaned against the balcony and poked her Ugg into the ground, “I’m so sorry for this morning. I’m usually not like that. I know people say that all the time, but I swear I’m really not.” He cut off her long winded apology, “You’re definitely not. You told me so at least twenty times last night.” “Oh Spirits,” she groaned, “Do I even want to know what happened?”
He looked out at the city, “We left the bar, got about a hundred chicken nuggets and fifty crab rangoons. We had a sword fight with day old bread from Jimmy John’s and then we crashed at my place.” She looked at him confused, “Then why was I naked?” Zuko chuckled, “You said your dress was so tight it was strangling you. I tried to sleep on the floor and on the couch, but you would just start singing Taylor Swift until I laid down with you.”
She couldn’t help but laugh, “Spirits, I just keep getting more embarrassed.” He looked at her and sure enough her cheeks were pink enough to match the sunset sky. He bumped his elbow into her's on the railing, “Don’t worry about it. I was pretty lit too, I ate the crab rangoons by myself and then you started crying, because there weren’t any left.”
She held her hand over her mouth to conceal her smile, “I am never drinking again. I’m a total troll.” She looked at him bashfully, “I don’t mean to bother you or waste any more of your day. I just really wanted to apologize. My friends couldn’t believe me when I told them.” He chuckled, “My two friends have a bet running that they can identify you, so if anyone asks if you know me, can you just tell them you don’t?”
She started walking back towards the apartment, “Sure thing boss.” She gave him a mock salute. Then she stopped with her hand on the door knob, “What do I get if I help you out?” M y friends won’t traumatize you , he thought, but he answered, “Hey you still have my clothes, so I think technically you owe me.”
“Oh,” she put her hand over her mouth, embarrassed that she had completely forgotten about his clothes. He emphasized, “I was kidding. I don’t fit into my high school stuff anymore.” He then added on as an afterthought, “But maybe I could get your number to get my sister’s shoes back and uh, to maybe take you to breakfast sometime, if you want.”
She looked up at him, her gray eyes wide in surprise. Her answer was cut off by Sokka flinging open the balcony door. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” Zuko groaned. His friends really did have the worst timing. Sokka was trying to get more intel from him, “So tell me about this Valentine’s day mystery girl.” “Go fuck yourself,” Zuko snarled.
As Sokka tried to pry information out of him, the girl flounced back into the apartment and came back to the patio, handing Zuko a bag of fire flakes. Sokka ignored her, too lost in trying to figure out who she was. He could be such a dumbass sometimes. Zuko thought it was weird, but as he glanced down, he saw her number on the napkin she had given him in addition to the fire flakes.
He looked up as she gave a small wave behind Sokka and then turned to disappear into the crowded apartment. He looked down at the napkin one more time and smiled to himself. Her neat handwriting had artfully written her number and her name, Ty Lee. It seemed somewhat familiar, but Lee was a pretty common name.
He brushed it off as he sent her a quick text- Hello, Zuko here.
He guessed Valentine’s day wasn’t that shitty after all.
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@imnotginnyweasly requested Ty Luko for my ATLA Valentine’s Day one shots I got so excited to write my fav OTP my hand slipped and it’s gonna be a two shot. Chapter two will be up soon.
The Worst Morning After (Chapter 1)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ty Lee/Zuko (Avatar), Ty Lee & Zuko (Avatar)
Additional Tags: Morning After, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era
Summary: Ty Lee and Zuko wake up together. It goes downhill from there.
Read on ao3 or below the cut
Notes: It might seem implied that they had sex, but we'll find out if anything happened in chapter 2.
Ty Lee blinked awake as the sun starting to filter in through the blinds. Well, she tried to blink awake. Her mascara had effectively glued her eye shut. She sniffed the air. This didn't smell like her Bath and Body Works air freshener. This place smelled like mahogany, maybe? She rubbed at her eyes and was finally able to get them open. She glanced around. Yeah, she definitely hadn't made it home last night. The bedroom was sparse. A few traditional Fire Nation art works hung on the walls. At least this guy had a clean room, or was it a girl? Geez, she must have had a few last night. Well, either way, it didn’t really matter. It was time to go. She scanned the bedroom one more time. Her dress was on the floor by the door, but where in the Spirits were her shoes...
The person shifted next to her in bed. Shit! She had missed her window to escape. Ty Lee was pretty good with people, but sometimes she just wanted to hit and run. She wasn’t in the mood to tell her life story. She should just leave now before they fully woke up. The only problem was her dress was all the way over there… She chewed at her lip trying to figure a way out of this.
Suddenly, the other person got up and out of bed. She screwed her eyes shut to feign sleep. She heard their footsteps walk away, followed by a door shutting and the shower turning on. Perfect! This is the opportunity she needed.
She bounced up and out of bed, the cool air making her very awake. She scurried over to her dress. She picked up the pink glittery number and started to wiggle in. She forgot how tight this stupid thing was. She bounced up and down, the floor boards creaking, as she pulled the dress over her thighs. The fabric finally bent to her will and she was able to pull it all the way up. She bit her lip as she twisted her arm in an inhumane way to pull the zipper up.
She pulled and pulled, but the zipper wouldn’t budge. She sucked in as much as she could and it finally pulled up. She spun around looking for her pink glittery heels. They had to be in here somewhere. She glanced to the other person’s side of the bed, but nope. There was just a pair of black jeans crumpled on the floor.
Okay, it was time for her to go further into this person’s living place in her quest. She pressed her ear to the door for any sign of roommates. She heard nothing, so she took a deep breath and opened the door as slowly and quietly as she could. She poked her head out, looking each way before opening the door fully.
She tip toed out into the apartment, scanning for the pink glittery shoes. They were six inch heels for Spirits’ sake. They shouldn’t be that hard to find, especially in this neutral decor situation. This apartment was actually really nice and modern. A little too blah for her taste, but definitely nice. She slunk through the kitchen and hurriedly crossed to the living room, when she spotted them next to the couch. She grinned gleefully as she hopped on one foot as she shoved the other in her heel.
Once both heels were on, she decided this was the perfect opportunity for escape. She stepped on the balls of her feet to avoid her heels hitting the floor. She made a plan to call an Uber as soon as she got in the hallway, except… She huffed her bangs out of her face. Where in the spirits was her phone?
Okay, she just had to be quick. Get it and get out. She hurriedly teetered in her heels across the apartment looking for her phone case covered in pink rhinestones. It had to be around here somewhere. She crammed her small hands in the couch, not feeling anything. She groaned, but scampered through the kitchen, looking over the counter top. She was about to head back to the bedroom, when she turned back to the kitchen, grabbed a bag of fireflakes and then continued with her mission. She could never pass on fireflakes.
She stepped in the bedroom and narrowed her eyes in search of her phone. She shook out the comforter, but no luck. She picked up the pillows, but couldn’t find anything. She looked on the desk, side of the bed, but came up empty. Finally she decided to look under the bed.
She wiggled under the bed. At least it was clean under here too. She saw the glimmer of her bedazzled phone even in the darkness under the bed. She reached her arm out and she hit her phone, sending it sliding across the hardwood floor. She wiggled further under the bed stretching her arm out, if she just had longer fingers. She made grabby hands, but the phone stayed just out of her reach. She was so focused on getting her phone, she was startled when someone cleared their throat and in a raspy voice asked, “Uh, do you need help?” She let out a light scream at the fright, her head bouncing up and hitting the bed frame.
“Oww!” She groaned. This person had the audacity to snort at her predicament. She glowered, “Are you laughing at me?” They answered breathily, “No…” as they failed to keep their laughter out of their voice. She glared up at them through the mattress. They offered, “Uh, do you need me to pull you out?” She rolled her eyes, “Absolutely not! I can-” As she shimmied out from her under the bed, her extremely tight dress chose that exact moment to rip from the bottom to the middle of her back.
As she heard the loud tear of the fabric, she realized what happened and wanted to burst into tears. This by far was the worst, most awkward, humiliating morning after she had ever endured. She let her head thunk against the hardwood floor, wishing it would swallow her up. It’s not like she had any dignity left anyway. She sniffled and Raspy Voice interjected, “Oh, um don’t cry. It’s okay. We’ll get you out.” Couldn’t they just be quiet? She didn’t need to be reminded that there was a witness to the least graceful moment of her life.
She shoved herself out of the bed. When she got out she huffed and sat on the floor, her back against the bed. She glanced around, but the other person wasn’t there. They stepped back into the room and Ty Lee tried her best not to stare. He gave her a small smile and handed her a red towel, “Uh, here you can, uh, shower if you want.” He went to the dresser, “You can wear some of my stuff, it might be a little big, but, um-” “It’ll be better than this right?” She asked as she wrapped the towel around her waist to cover the giant rip in her dress.
He gave her the same tight lipped smile, “Uh, yeah.” He gestured to the door off his bedroom, “Bathroom’s over there.” She thanked him and then slunk into the bathroom to escape the awkwardness. Well, he by far was the prettiest person she had ever gone home with. Sure he had a large scar over the left side of his face, but he was really really good looking. In the brief glimpse that she had gotten, she had noticed how tall and built he was. His wet black hair had been thrown up in a top knot, a few pieces hanging down in his face. He had just been wearing sweats and a v-neck, but you could still see the muscular build underneath and the tattoos that crawled down his arms.
She cleared her head of the thoughts and cranked the shower on, turning the water as hot as possible. She looked in the steamy mirror to see her gray eyes surrounded in smudged glitter and eyeshadow, giving her the appearance of a raccoon in drag. Her braid was frizzy and her baby hairs were a mess. She looked like shit. Guess she wouldn’t be seeing this guy again. She dropped the towel, then her dress and undid her braid.
She stepped in the hot water, letting it scald her. She closed her eyes, feeling the hot water wash away her sins from the night before. She leaned her head back letting her thick hair become absorbed and heavy with water. She turned, scrubbing the mess of makeup off her face. She stayed in the shower until the hot water ran out, attempting to avoid the inevitable.
She reluctantly stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around herself. She put some tooth paste on her finger and got rid of the taste of last night. She poked her head out and found the bedroom empty, but a black pair of boxer briefs, a worn Blink 182 t-shirt, a black Thrasher hoodie and a pair of black sweats were laid out on the bed. At least he was kind of nice, she thought to herself. She dried herself and hung the towel up. She heard voices on the other side of the door, one being the hot guy from earlier and the other sounded like a woman on speaker phone.
The girl asked, “So how’d it go last night Sparky? Finally get some?” The guy snorted, ���Can we not talk about this?” His friend brushed it off, “Give me something juicy! It’s literally the only reason I called you.” The guy sounded like he was shuffling around in the kitchen as he responded, “I thought you were gonna let me know whose place we were doing your Anti-Valentine's day at later.” The other person answered, “Well duh, your place obviously.” Raspy Voice answered, “Spirits no! There’s pink glitter all over the place.” The other voice answered, “Glitter! What in the Spirits did you take home with you last night?” The guy awkwardly cleared his throat and said, “The line’s breaking up! I can’t hear you. Gotta go. Bye!”
Ty Lee bit her lip to keep her laugh in. He seemed like a nice enough guy. His words reminded her that right, today was Valentine's Day. The sun had barely risen, but this day was even worse than the Valentine's day that Haru had broken up with her. Last night, she had gone out for a fun night with Aang and Suki to forget that they were single, but it had somehow spiraled into the disaster of a situation she was currently in. She shook her head and put on his borrowed clothes. She finger combed her thick, impossibly long hair, but she didn’t have the energy to attempt to braid it right this minute. She braced herself and opened his bedroom door. His back was turned to her as he opened and closed kitchen cabinets.
Even though she hadn’t made any noise, he seemed to sense her. He called over his shoulder, “I got your phone out from under the bed. It’s on the charger.” He pointed to it with an empty cereal box, that he then tossed in the recycling. She bounced over and saw the many, many missed calls and text messages from Suki and Aang. She groaned thinking about all the questions she would have to deal with the next time she saw them. And she spotted her bag of fireflakes from earlier, perched right next to her phone. She snuck the little bag into the hoodie pocket.
The guy looked over at her and asked, “Wanna come get breakfast with me?” She looked at him wide eyed like a deer startled by a hunter, “Oh, I don’t want to intrude.” She couldn’t possibly go out in public like this . She was already horrified that he had seen her without make up, looking like a half dead zombie. She couldn’t have anyone else witness how utterly disgusting she looked. He just shrugged, “I was gonna go anyway, since I have nothing to eat here.”
Oh. So he didn’t really want her to come. That was fine. She couldn't blame him. She tried to answer in a nonchalant tone, “I ordered my Uber. I should really head home.” He turned to finally look at her. She had never felt so self conscious, his golden eyes seemed to be able to see every flaw in her appearance, as he took in her disheveled form. She became weirdly embarrassed as he glanced down at her pink glitter painted toes. He walked away and answered, “My half sister left some crocs here. They’ll probably fit you.” He came back holding a pair of white crocs that did actually look like they would fit.
She slipped into them and his oversized long sweatpants cascaded over them. She looked up at him sheepishly, feeling a pink blush tint her cheeks, “I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” She unplugged her phone and scooped up her heels while he grabbed a burgundy hoodie. She followed him out of the apartment and down the stairs. The cold February air gave Ty Lee a chill. She tucked her long damp hair into the hood and pulled it up. He glanced at her, “Oh, fuck. Sorry. I should have given you a hat or something.”
The two stood there in awkward silence. Ty Lee turned staring off into the distance praying this Uber would get here soon. Couldn’t this guy just walk wherever he was going and leave her to sulk in her walk/ride of shame?
Thankfully, the Spirits took pity on her and her ride pulled up. She gave Hot Guy a small nod, not wanting to really acknowledge him and her embarrassment, and then got in. As the driver pulled away, he began chattering about his cabbage farming business. Ty Lee stared out the window, trying to forget this terrible morning. She opened the bag of fireflakes for comfort as they got further and further away from the scene of her horrifying morning.
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