#so he starts waxing poetic about Sokka to his face

[your-royal-momoness]

Zuko, hungover: please tell me I’m imagining that I claimed I was the king of all the turtleducks

Sokka: I would, but then I’d be lying to the King of All Turtleducks

[literary-shitstorm]

Okay so, modern au with Sokka and Zuko (you can take it romatically or not, its up to audience interpretation).

They're like college age, and Zuko is just getting really sick of people looking at his scar. It's not that it bothers him so much for those reasons anymore, more that its just frustrating trying to talk to people when he knows that's what they're thinking about.

Naturally, he decides to do something about it: why not dye his hair a bright colour and give them something else to stare at? Flawless logic.

Now Sokka is know for being a little bit funky. He'll bleach a strand of his hair. Who knows, maybe he'll dye it purple? Did he dye the ends blue? Did it look awesome? Hell yeah. (He totally dyed it like an e-girl for shits and giggles, just saying.)

Sokka is that only person that Zuko knows who dyes his hair himself, mostly because Katara always shouts at him for it. Zuko has watched him clamber into the gaang's tiny little apartment with bottles and foil and sit on the toilet seat with Katara's mirror between his legs.

Sokka would never have been his first choice for a task so delicate, but Sokka is really his only choice if he doesn't want to spend all his money.

His friends face lights up when Zuko tells him, and all of a sudden he's sat in the bathroom and Sokka is slapping enough bleach to fill a bathtub on his head. 'It burns.' 'No, it doesn't, you don't know what you're talking about.' '...' 'fuck dude, sorry, my bad.'

He nearly cries after the first round of bleach and his head looks like a puffed cheeto. Sokka has to crouch in front of him and swear that it will look good in the end (it doesn't help, he's cry laughing the whole time).

After like, a whole day, they're finally done and Zuko's hair is this bright red colour and he's beaming in the mirror like some kind of maniac. Sokka starts waxing poetic about how he's so proud of his friend for coming so far (and then they collapse on the couch to watch Star Wars.)

Zuko loves it. People stare at him wherever he goes but its great because he knows they're not staring at his hair- it's because he looks like some kind of humanoid version of Knuckles the Hedgehog.

Only, the more he starts to wash his hair, the more the dye starts to fade- holy shit, he wakes up one morning and its pink. Zuko has pink hair.

For a while he has a crisis, he sits in the bath for a bit (no water) and thinks about how his dad would react to him having pink hair. Probably call him some kind of slur. But then he thinks about how Uncle would love it, and makes sure to remember to face time him later.

The first reaction Zuko gets from Sokka is finger guns and,

'Knuckles to Princess Peach- you're really exposing my childhood type, Sparky.'

(a/n: if I wrote this into an a whole ass fic would people read it?)