#ohmybubbles

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Determined to make any fic with Zuko in it angsty and paranoid as fuck

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

YO YO YO ITS BACKKKKKKKK FOR THE FINAL CHAPTER

Teaser as always, Happy Birthday Harry!:

Golden, Golden, Golden.

As I open my eyes.

“You’re the one who smells nice,” Sokka sighed, playing with Zuko’s hair that had come out of the braid. They had taken a nap on the couch while cuddling, Zuko was laying on top of Sokka, head turned and gazing at the fire that was burning in the sitting room, eyes still tired from sleep.

Hold it, focus, hoping.

Take me back to the light.

“But you smell better. You smell like…” Zuko began.

“Like?” Sokka asked him, Zuko didn’t need to see his face to know he raised an eyebrow.

I know you were way too bright for me.

I'm hopeless, broken.

“Like… determination, hard work, lust, and…” Zuko started, turning his head and pushing up on his arms to look at Sokka properly.

So you wait for me in the sky.

Browns my skin just right.

“Warmth.” Zuko sighed, placing his head back on Sokka’s chest.

You're so golden.

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Chapter 4!

Hey guys! I just posted Chapter 4 of “Oh My Bubbles” on archive! Here’s the link and a little teaser! 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28889463/chapters/71040789

As promised, thirty minutes after his macroeconomics lecture Zuko saw Sokka dock his boat, pull off his tight tank-top and hair tie (which oh my bubbles looked so goddamn hot ), thank his coach, and then rush over to the waiting Zuko under the tree. He kissed him as a greeting with his hands on his cheeks, getting Zuko’s face wet with his sweaty hair. They smiled at each other in between multiple sweet kisses until Zuko started giggling.

“Miss me?” He asked in between kisses. Sokka just gave him another one which made Zuko giggle even more.

“After searing and burning muscle pain? Yes I missed you a lot.” Sokka smiled down at him before leaning and kissing once more. When he pulled back he marveled down at Zuko, thumbing his bottom lip before moving them to lay in the grass. They faced each other, Zuko smiling like a complete idiot.

“I want to take you somewhere. A little vacation. Just the two of us.” Sokka played with Zuko’s black locks that tumbled in the grass.

“I don’t think either of us can afford it,” Zuko smirked at Sokka, trying to bring him back down to earth. He could just be saying nice things in the moment, caught up in kisses and soft touches.

“What’s there to spend? A tank of gas, a pair of keys, and a suitcase with clothes for a few days. That sounds like enough for me.” Sokka sighed, twirling a thick section of hair around his finger.

“Would we just drive around aimlessly?”

“No,” Sokka stopped twirling Zuko’s hair for a moment, thinking, “I’d need to make a few calls... But we could… Yeah. We totally could.” He grinned down at Zuko, giving him a side smile.

“What are you planning?” Zuko asked him, reaching in front of him to caress Sokka’s cheek.

“To take you to the mountains.”