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I think it’s so funny how sokka in “the cave of two lovers” is like

FUCK FLOWERS & RAINBOWS

“STAR-CROSSED LOVERS?” SOUNDS STUPID

WE DON’T NEED ART, WE NEED TO GET TO OMASHU

all because he was trying really hard not to just flat out say “I hate chong. I really hate this dude, specifically.”

even though if he had outright said “I fucking hate you” chong probably would’ve just been like “hey! I love you too brother :)”

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Zuko is better at this game than he pretends to be

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that ‘pakige?’ post but me, a couple hours after posting a fic, like ‘comints?’

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♡ Mailee my beloved ♡

Mailee is criminally underrated and I need more of it please and thank you

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82 "You look just like your mom/dad."

“Sokka? Are you home?”

Sokka jumps as his roommate’s voice fills the apartment. “Uh, yeah, I’m in my room!”

Zuko appears in his empty doorway, leaning against the frame. “I’m starving, do you want to order takeout or something? I can…oh, sorry, are you working?”

Sokka doesn’t look up from the canvas as he shakes his head. He’s been staring at it for the better part of the last twenty minutes, waiting for an imperfection to catch his eye or for a spark of inspiration to change something else, but nothing has come. He’s spent weeks on this, but he thinks that he might - finally - be done.

“No, I’m…it’s finished,” Sokka says, voice soft. He finally tears his eyes away to look up at Zuko, who’s smiling at him softly, encouragingly. “Do you want to see it?”

“Do you want me to?” Zuko asks.

Sokka nods. “Yeah, come here.”

He had been painting while facing the door with his back to the window, the natural light resting on his canvas, so Zuko walks over to stand at Sokka’s side and see the finished product.

Sokka feels nervous. He always does at first when it comes to showing someone his work, but it’s even stronger now. This is probably the most personal painting he’s ever done.

Zuko lets out an involuntary gasp when he first sees it, and he rests a hand on Sokka’s shoulder to lean down and get a closer look. Sokka reaches out to grasp it before he can change his mind, and Zuko adjusts his hand to hold his.

The painting is of his mother. He used dozens of her pictures for reference, but this particular pose isn’t taken from anything captured on film, it’s from a memory that he can remember vividly. She had picked him up from school to take him to a dentist appointment, and by the time he was finished there was only an hour left of the school day. Instead of going back, she took him to a park and they played until it was time to go pick up Katara.

It’s from his perspective, when he was on the opposite end of a seesaw from her. She hasn’t sat down fully, just hovering so her weight is light enough to still move the two of them up and down. Her nose is scrunched up in a laugh, and she’s beaming down at him. Her eyes are bright and she looks so young and full of life. It’s hard to believe that she only lived another year after that memory.

After a few moments of silence, Zuko whispers, “You look just like her.”

Sokka is surprised as he blinks away his tears, and when his vision clears he tries to see it. He doesn’t have to try very hard, the resemblance is easy to notice. They have the same eyes, the same smile; his nose even scrunches like hers when he laughs.

He sniffs. “You think so?”

“Absolutely,” Zuko answers firmly. “She was beautiful. You are beautiful.”

That only adds to the many feelings he’s experiencing at the moment, but he doesn’t push them all down like he normally does. He sits there, allowing himself to experience every emotion coursing through him, Zuko by his side.

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it's been like 4 hours and I'm only just seeing this, so zero pressure! but if you're still interested in the 100 ways to say I love you...... either 6 or 89 mayhaps?

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89. “We can look out for each other."

RORY MY BELOVED 🥰 i hope you like this 🤲

The day they packed up their freshman dorm, Sokka and Zuko sat cross-legged next to each other on Sokka’s sheet-stripped mattress, their knees overlapping. After hardly speaking all morning, Zuko asked him, “How do you feel when you’re away?”

“Away from here?” Sokka clarified, and Zuko nodded.

“Do you ever get lonely?” Zuko bit his lip as he gauged Sokka’s response.

“Sometimes,” Sokka replied, and tried to pick his next words with sensitivity. “I mean, there’s Katara, but she mostly does her own thing.” Sokka chose not to mention his dad. “But yeah, I spend a lot of time alone during breaks, and it kinda makes the days run together, you know?”

Zuko took in a deep inhalation and tilted his head thoughtfully, then said, “For me, it’s the opposite. I spend so much time alone that a day can feel like a week.” Zuko’s voice was quiet, his eyes melancholy. Sokka’s urge to comfort Zuko won over his fear of touching him.

Slowly, Sokka reached for Zuko’s hand, and Zuko flipped his palm upward so Sokka’s could fit easily in his. Their fingers intertwined, and Sokka caressed the back of Zuko’s hand with his thumb. “That was before you had me,” Sokka replied, and Zuko’s eyes finally peered into his.

“You won’t be there,” Zuko noted with an air of skepticism. With his unoccupied hand, Sokka grabbed his cellphone and held it up.

“You haven’t heard? There’s this newfangled invention called a phone—”

“I get it,” Zuko cut him off wearing a smile that didn’t last. He squeezed Sokka’s hand so lightly, Sokka wasn’t sure if he imagined it. “Would you really do that for me?” It was vulnerable and unsure, and Sokka yearned to tell Zuko he would do anything for him.

Instead he went with, “Who says it’s for you? If I don’t have someone to talk to I’ll spontaneously combust.” Sokka grinned when it earned a genuine laugh from Zuko.

Barely contained, Zuko asked, “Is that, like, a medical condition?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sokka replied, feigning graveness, “and it’s terminal, obviously.”

When their laughter fizzled out, Zuko stared longingly at their still-interlaced fingers. “I’m gonna miss you,” Zuko said above a whisper, then traced his unoccupied index finger along the tendons of Sokka’s hand.

Despite the protest of rising color in his cheeks, Sokka’s free hand tilted Zuko’s face upward. To golden eyes, Sokka said, “I’m gonna miss you, too.” Sokka's fingers paused along Zuko’s jaw before retreating to his side. Zuko allowed his lips a brief smile, then his eyes were gone again, this time staring at his lap. From where Sokka was sitting, they looked closed.

“How often can we talk?” Zuko asked bashfully, and Sokka pursed his lips, stifling a grin.

“Every day, if you want,” Sokka said, and his heart beat quicker at the thought.

“Are you sure?”

“Zuko,” Sokka asserted gently, causing their eyes to meet again. “Yes. I want to talk to you every day.” Sokka was careful not to sound irritated or teasing, but affirming and safe, what Zuko needed. “We can look out for each other.”Another gentle grip of Sokka’s fingers around Zuko’s, and Zuko was squeezing back.

“Okay,” he agreed, and Sokka noticed a little tension melt away from his shoulders.

“Okay,” Sokka repeated, and an ecstatic smile dared to spread across his face. He hid it as soon as he could, but he knew Zuko saw it, because he smiling back. “You can call me tomorrow, after you’re settled?” Sokka prompted, and Zuko’s nod was enthusiastic.

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

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76 "I named my little plant after you."

“…and this one is named Fishie after a fish I found when I was younger. It was my first time fishing, and I cried when my dad speared him right in front of me. Tasted delicious, though…”

Zuko snorts, shaking his head as he looks at his boyfriend, who just continues introducing Zuko to all the plants he has proudly brought to life in the previously empty corner of the palace gardens. They all have some ridiculous name and backstory, and it’s all very highly amusing and very effective at keeping his mind off of his responsibilities.

“Can you guess what I named this one?” Sokka asks, suddenly stopping at a clump of dirt that is hiding in the shade of a short tree. There are a few flowers poking out of the ground, and Sokka is pointing to the tallest and most beautiful of them all.

Zuko shrugs. “I’m not nearly as creative at naming things as you are.”

“Zuko.”

“Yes?”

“No, I named my plant after you. It’s called ‘Zuko’. It’s a moon flower.”

Something warm blossoms in Zuko’s chest, and he fights down an embarrassed smile.

“Why me?”

“Some plants are pretty straightforward, you give them water and stick them in the sun and that’s what they need. But too much sun is bad for the moon flower. It’s overwhelming, it shrinks away from all that light and heat. So you stick it in the shade and keep an eye on it that way and it thrives. It can be a little tricky to take care of, but the result is something beautiful.”

Zuko raises his eyebrow. “And that reminded you of me?”

Sokka laughs. “Sure. It took me a while to figure out how to be a good friend to you. I was used to being really tactile and loud with the people I love. But I realized too much would overwhelm you and push you away. I worked hard to find that balance, to learn how to be a good friend, to be what you needed. I think it paid off,” he adds cheekily, reaching for Zuko’s hand.

Zuko swallows hard. Not many people have stuck around or had the patience for him like that. But Sokka…Sokka is different. He has proven time and time again that he’s unlike anyone Zuko has ever met or loved, and he never fails to make Zuko feel like the most loved person in the world.

“Yeah,” Zuko says, voice hoarse as he squeezes Sokka’s hand. “It definitely paid off.”

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I’ve officially decided my favorite relationship trope is “at first I was perpetually bothered by your mere existence but somewhere along the way you became my best friend and oh yeah I’m also in love with you.” Nothing else matters.

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“Get your girl a very nice flower and set it on fire.” CHECK.

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hi grace!! 5. + zukka for the “ways to say i love you” prompt? 💕

beck hi!! thank you so much for indulging me!!💗

5. “Let me bandage you up.”

“It’s just a scratch,” Zuko tried to argue, but it’s too late. Sokka’s already opened up the first aid-kit he ran to grab from the bathroom. “Seriously, Sokka, I’m—”

“Shhhh!” Sokka interrupts, pressing a finger to Zuko’s lips.

To his credit, it’s a very effective method of shutting Zuko up, if only because his brain short-circuits the moment Sokka’s fingers make contact. He hopes somehow Sokka doesn’t notice the flush on his cheeks, or blames it on anything other than Zuko’s hopeless crush.

“Just... let ne do this for you, okay?” Sokka’s gaze drops from Zuko’s eyes to his skinned knee, and Zuko is grateful. He’s not sure he could handle looking Sokka in the eye as he whispers, “Let me bandage you up,” soft and gentle, like Zuko’s wellbeing is the only thing that’s ever mattered to him.

Sokka moves his hands to rummage through the first aid kit for Neosporin and band-aids. Zuko just watches, unable to get his voice to work, but when Sokka looks back up at him, he just smiles in understanding.

(They never have really needed words to communicate, have they?)

Zuko swallows thickly, still just staring as Sokka focuses back on the task at hand.

He cleans the injury - which, okay, is maybe a little more than a scratch, but still not that bad - puts on the ointment, and then carefully presses the band-aid on. Every brush of Sokka’s fingertips against Zuko’s skin sends electricity through his veins, and he hardly dares to breathe until Sokka’s hands are gone.

Almost instantly, though, Sokka is leaning down until he’s brushing a kiss against the band-aid.

“There.” He pulls back and looks up at Zuko, who is desperately hoping his face isn’t as red as it feels.

“Thank you,” Zuko finally manages.

Sokka smiles. “Always. And thank you for letting me take care of you.”

The words aren’t there - not really - but Zuko’s heard them echoing through the entire conversation. He may never know in what way Sokka means it, but what Zuko does know, despite everything in him saying he doesn’t deserve it, is that he is loved.

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maybe 57 for the hundred ways to say i love you prompts? 👉👈

57. "I got us matching shirts!"

hi grace, tysm for asking me this! this was fun to write :^) based off this iconic artwork.

“I got you something,” Sokka said through a barely-contained grin, and Zuko’s eyes flickered to the small pink gift bag Sokka was holding with both hands behind his back. He swung it forward into Zuko’s empty palms. “For your first Pride,” he said.

“Sokka, you didn’t have to,” Zuko muttered, but his satisfaction was made clear by the closed-mouth grin on his face. Zuko tore past the white wrapping paper and found a soft piece of pink folded cloth. He held it up with both hands, abandoning the empty gift bag and paper to the floor.

Puzzled, Zuko stared at the shirt, which read in plain white lettering, I’m He’s. Before Zuko could voice his confusion, Sokka was unzipping the jacket Zuko had wondered why he’d worn, considering the June heat outside. Sokka pulled the jacket off and tossed it aside, then gestured triumphantly at his own shirt, which was almost identical to Zuko’s, except it read, He’m I’s.

“I got us matching shirts!” Sokka proclaimed, and Zuko’s mouth hung open, his focus splitting between the two shirts.

“Oh,” he whispered, unsure of where to pitch his voice. “Cool.”

Excitedly, Sokka asked, “You get it?” and Zuko’s response came in the form of widened eyes and lips parted to lie and say he understood the shirts.

“No,” he finally confessed. When Sokka laughed and his eyes crinkled closed, Zuko’s breath caught in his throat.

“It’s a joke,” Sokka explained, “like saying, ‘I’m with him,’ but in a dumb way.” Zuko nodded, though his brows remained knit together, his lips pursed into a thin line. When Zuko didn’t say anything, Sokka’s elated grin faltered. “You don’t like it?” he asked, his voice breakable.

Without another word, Zuko slipped the t-shirt between his knees so he could unbutton his shirt and throw it into his hamper. He pretended not to notice Sokka’s wide eyes studying him in his tank top as he pulled his new gift over his shoulders.

Once the shirt was on, Zuko looked down at the upside down, I’m He’s, and gave it a small smile. He glanced at Sokka, who was staring at him hopefully. “It means I’m yours?” Zuko asked quietly, and Sokka was beaming in a couple blinks.

“Yeah. It means I’m yours.”

“Then I love it,” Zuko said decidedly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist.

Though Zuko never really understood what the shirts meant, it was worth it when Sokka’s face ignited in a grin, when he leaned forward for a sweet kiss, when they walked through Pride hand in hand, dumb shirt and matching dumb shirt.

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gaslight gatekeep girlboss

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OFFICE AU SOKKA

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no I have a girlfriend bro I swear she's real she just turned into the moon bro bro you have to believe me

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suki on her first day in prison: *shares what little food she has, makes a friend who within 10 minutes of meeting her is already calling her 'boss', uses her knowledge of plants & nutrition to plan how to keep the entire prison population healthy, immediately begins thinking of what's to revolt or escape*