Okay, this turned out way more depressing than it was supposed to. Failfish. D:
Zuko hated humans. He hated tricky humans, with collars, and spells, who caught him when his guard was down, and made him come when he was called. Zuko hated them, he hated them, he hated them...
And when this was all over, there was a certain summoning admiral who was going to die slowly and-
“Get your hands off me!”
The Water Tribe boy snatched his hands back, squinting at Zuko. “Wait,” he said suspiciously. “I thought you were trying to seduce me.
Zuko made an indistinct sound in the back of his throat. “I mean...”
He didn’t know what he meant. He hunched in on himself and gazed at the spiritless body of the Avatar, and then back at the girl sucking on his neck and drawing hearts on his shoulder blades. He could feel her need, and her desperation, and the way his magic fogged her mind a little more with every touch. He shook his head.
“Your hair!” She poked it, making it swing. “It’s like a little handle!”
And the Water Tribe boy, her brother, Spirits, he was going to kill Zhao, somehow, was coming back to himself more and more every second he didn’t touch Zuko, and...
Zuko didn’t want him to touch him. He didn’t want either of them to touch him.
Zuko grabbed his hand and pulled him down. He pressed his lips to the other boy and wrapped his arms around him until the Water Tribe boy’s eyes dilated, and his smile grew silly and blissful.
The soldiers came and carried the Avatar away. By the time he woke up, he would already be in chains.
The admiral was probably going to send Zuko back to the Spirit world without anything, too. Like he did last time. And the time before. And the time before that.
Zuko wanted to kill him, to carve all his skin off in one strip, and watch his innards fall out, and then go home.
He wanted to go home, instead of the cold, empty, little Spirit World cage Zhao had built for him.
And Zuko wanted so bad not to have to come when called.
fail!Incubus Zuko
Zuko hated humans. He hated tricky humans, with collars, and spells, who caught him when his guard was down, and made him come when he was called. Zuko hated them, he hated them, he hated them...
And when this was all over, there was a certain summoning admiral who was going to die slowly and-
“Get your hands off me!”
The Water Tribe boy snatched his hands back, squinting at Zuko. “Wait,” he said suspiciously. “I thought you were trying to seduce me.
Zuko made an indistinct sound in the back of his throat. “I mean...”
He didn’t know what he meant. He hunched in on himself and gazed at the spiritless body of the Avatar, and then back at the girl sucking on his neck and drawing hearts on his shoulder blades. He could feel her need, and her desperation, and the way his magic fogged her mind a little more with every touch. He shook his head.
“Your hair!” She poked it, making it swing. “It’s like a little handle!”
And the Water Tribe boy, her brother, Spirits, he was going to kill Zhao, somehow, was coming back to himself more and more every second he didn’t touch Zuko, and...
Zuko didn’t want him to touch him. He didn’t want either of them to touch him.
Zuko grabbed his hand and pulled him down. He pressed his lips to the other boy and wrapped his arms around him until the Water Tribe boy’s eyes dilated, and his smile grew silly and blissful.
The soldiers came and carried the Avatar away. By the time he woke up, he would already be in chains.
The admiral was probably going to send Zuko back to the Spirit world without anything, too. Like he did last time. And the time before. And the time before that.
Zuko wanted to kill him, to carve all his skin off in one strip, and watch his innards fall out, and then go home.
He wanted to go home, instead of the cold, empty, little Spirit World cage Zhao had built for him.
And Zuko wanted so bad not to have to come when called.