Because the first time it flopped
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Sokka falters when the man finally emerges from the back of the crowd.
A familiar face, older now, but still with the same scar and beauty. Sokka has seen this man before, years ago when he was fifteen and living on the streets. Honey eyes, fire-like pupils, a smooth pale face with a sharp turned jaw. He let his hair grow out more, it’s still soft and covers his eyes, but it rests at the tops of his shoulders rather than at his nape. Sokka wants oh so badly to reach out and just touch.
"My name's Zuko Sonkei," the man speaks, and Sokka is a kid in the city all over again, losing his balance over a few words that smooth his skin like hard finger-nails, "I heard you were hiring for circus acts from 'curious and odd individuals,'" he reads off the advertisement he’s holding, "my friends and I would like to apply."
Sokka's heart soars and his stomach churns.
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Or.
The Greatest Showman zukka-centric atla AU in which Sokka is the ringmaster and Zuko is his most beloved act.
Chapter two baby!
Chapter three!
