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ARE YOU MINE
Zuko “someone to call mine” part two!
@multifandomedsimp ily bcz u commented and that shit makes my day
It takes me two days before I text the number on the gift card, “hello?” A voice answers, I know that voice, “this is Zuko”
“I know.. it’s y/n from the other day. You gave me your number on the gift card” I nervously say, “um this is so random but would you maybe want to—“
“Yes”
“I haven’t even said the question”
“Just yes” His voice feels so desperate and it makes me feel wanted in a way I’ve never felt for a guy before.
It doesn’t take long for us to meet up, “are you sure it’s not too late?” I ask walking into the locker rooms, “I’ve got lacrosse practice”
“No, I just want to see you that’s all” he replies, “have fun”
I finish up two hours later; shower and drive to the park where we’re going to walk about. I see him; baggy jeans and crewneck which is a contrast to my leggings and hoodie. My damp hair down and scrunched up, “hey” he smiles as I walk up to him; hands tucked into my pockets.
“Hi, it’s cold out tonight. Didn’t the groundhog say it was supposed to be warm now?” I laugh a little, but my joke feels stupid now, “do you have any siblings?” I ask
He sighs, “I have a sister, Azula but she’s not right in the head” he looks down a little disappointed but sighs and looks back up, “what about you”
“I have a little sister, Suki. She’s definitely a character” I smile a little, “she’s annoying to all annoyingness but I would kill for her”
“A little sister seems nice, um how was your practice?” He asks; we’re both a little awkward and it’s nice to feel this way again
“It was good, lots of drills. Especially being Varsity captain there’s a lot of pressure to do well” I ramble, “do you do any sports?” I ask, nervously stuffing my hands into my pockets to fidget and pull at my nails
“No. I just make tea” he laughs a little, it’s a nervous and hoarse thing but it eases me comfort that he feels as I do, “I used to play soccer but I lost the passion for it. You know?” He gives a short smile as we circle around, and we find ourself back at the tea shop, “tea?”
“That..” the wind brushes through my jacket, “would be so nice” I smile as he leads me inside, we don’t take long before we get comfortable with each other. Sitting next to each other, talking about whatever.
“What was your mom like?” I ask, rubbing my hands on the cup of lotus tea to keep warm, “can I ask that?”
“I guess, she was kind, and sweet. The only one who actually tried to help poor Azula. My uncle has stepped up in her place and in my father’s too” he confesses, he looks so sad. I wrap my hand around his loose one that hangs by his side. Twisting my fingers intertwined with his.
“My dad left when I was four. I never really knew why but throughout my parents marriage he..” there’s a long exhale and I lean against him, bunching my knees to my chest, “was cheating on my mom. But she was pregnant with Suki” I pause trying to remember what happened. There was a fight, breaking glass but, “I can’t remember anything else”
“Thank you, for sharing that with me. My father was the same, he never cheated on my mother but he wasn’t a kind man either. I lied before. My scar doesn’t come from a tea pot exploding” he confesses, looking down ashamed at his own lie that doesn’t seem too horrible, “my father burned me. I think it’s a blessing I don’t exactly remember what happened”
“Yes. Maybe it is a good thing. I really like you Zuko” I admit. Maybe it’s the warm tea in my stomach or how talking about things that have hurt me so bad and not crying over it. It makes me feel good in some way
“I really like you too”
PALE MOONLIGHT
Zuko (back on the grind again. Let’s see if this one makes it out of the drafts)
I’m from the water tribe, the north side instead of the south. Aang and I have become somewhat close; and I’ve found inner peace and acceptance of my sisters death. Coping and managing through deep breaths. But I’ve never been out like this. Hands on my knees and taking deep breaths. Trying to calm the racing of my heart.
I’m nervous, we attack Firelord Sozin tomorrow. But I’m too nervous to sleep. To antsy and pacy to think. So I’ve come out of my tent. To sit and think as Aang has advised. It’s Zuko who brings me from my spiral, “y/n” he murmurs my name so slightly I nearly jump out of my skin. I emit a soft gasp and he jumps a little too, “I’m sorry” he apologizes quickly before sitting next to me.
We overlook the sea, and how the pale moonlight reflects onto us, “did I wake you?” I ask after a minute of silence. He shakes his head and leans back.
“No. I was already awake. I saw you come out of your tent. I wanted to make sure you’re ok” he replies, our voices are hushed. Like silent secret whispers that’ll fade into the night. Like words that’ll never be spoken again. Even if we’re together.
“I just needed to clear my head, I’m like nervous about tomorrow but relived because maybe it’ll be over? But then.. I don’t know what I’ll do when it’s over. Or if it ever is” I confide, looking over at him. Pushing my damp hair over my shoulder to get a better look at him.
He’ll flex his jaw and stare down at his hands, “I guess that makes sense.. I think I’m going to have to kill Azula. My own sister” his voice quiets even more at that depressing thought. I sit up and reach for his hand. Holding it tenderly in my own.
“I couldn’t imagine hurting my siblings. I mean I hate them sometimes but ending their lives…” the hair on the back of my neck raises. The love I still have for my sister haunts me. It scares me.
“She’s just..” he pauses, “not right in the head. I don’t know why, maybe if my mom hadn’t left maybe if” he stops and stares at me, his eyes soften and he looks beautiful as the moon reflects on him. He looks almost angelic in this light. Like a gift from heaven.
“There’s no point in wondering about the ‘if’s’ we can only manage with the now’s” I tell him, pulling myself away from him as he leans in. Just a smidge, “we should go to bed.. sleep up”
His nostrils flare a little but he nods and helps me stand, “thank you. For this talk”
I smile, “of course. It means a lot to me that you shared this with me”
It happens so suddenly. He wraps me into his arms, holding me tightly in this strange hug. But I fall into it, grasping my arms around him too, “thank you again” I hear him murmur as he pulls away from me. He pats my shoulder and we bid each other goodnight.
As he walks into his tent the moonlight recedes away from him, and I’m dropped into the glass pool of moonlight.