Hey everyone! So this is a collection of Jet X Zuko drabbles. This will be following along the same set of prompts (in the same order) as as two other drabble collections (Unbent - Black Star/Death the Kid; Soul Eater & Unbroken - Jean/Marco; AOT/SNK) so check those two out if you're interested. My goal is to update this every three days, but I make no promises. A full explanation of what I plan on doing with these collections can be found at the bottom of my profile.

As always, other info on what I'm currently working on can be found in my profile as well!

The title of the collection is taken from Game of Thrones. "Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken" are the house words of House Martell.

I went with an M rating overall because nearly everything I publish is like that, but I'll be putting chapter-specific ratings and warnings just to make sure people know. Also, none of these (unless explicitly stated) are intended to be set in relation to each other, but if you see a connection or like to think of them that way, then please do. Just know that I don't promise to keep them all together in a way that makes sense, because for me, they're typically not going to be connected.

Feel free to comment with new prompt ideas or critiques of any kind. :)

Chapter Rating: Tentative M
Chapter Warning: Just implied stuff. No depictions of anything, but like, I dunno, being cautious I guess.
World: Slight AU where Jet doesn't freak out about Iroh's tea and continues his relationship with 'Li'
Word Count: 1235

And without further ado...

One: Clothes Swap


When Zuko woke up on the floor of Jet's grubby apartment, he wouldn't say he was surprised, not really. It had happened many a time before but today, Zuko was surprised to find the shades pulled shut and the room still dark. Zuko was always sure to leave the blinds open when he had work in the morning to make sure he would wake up in time.

It never used to be a problem. He used to rise with the sun no matter what, but Jet quickly broke him of that habit by keeping him up late into the night. Those first few nights of two hours sleep had been brutally awful for Zuko and he almost killed Jet for it. The Freedom Fighter had absolutely no shame, simply hiding smiles all the day through, barely even trying to disguise his amusement at the grumpy tea server.

Today Zuko's legs were tangled in Jet's ratty blanket as he lay on the thin cot on the floor. He propped himself up on one elbow, rubbing the other hand down his face groggily. He looked at the window, seeing the blinding sun trying desperately to break through the curtains. It was so bright out… Was it past midday?

Realizing he must've slept through the beginning of his shift, he quickly moved to his feet, scrambling and tripping over the blanket in the process. He cursed softly, turning to look at Jet, who...was not lying on the cot beside him…? Huh. That was weird. Even if Jet woke up before Zuko, he usually stayed in bed until Zuko woke up (the creepiness of which Zuko had had to get over pretty quickly).

Pushing the thoughts of the oddity out of his head, he began searching for his clothes. He knew they'd ended up thrown somewhere the night before, haphazardly being flung away from them in a rush. But now, the only things he could find were...Jet's clothes?

A sense of confusion pricked at Zuko again and just for the sake of covering himself, he pulled Jet's pants up around his waist and pulled the drawstring tight, tying it into a sloppy knot as he shouldered the door to Jet's room open and stepped into the rest of the tiny apartment.

He saw Longshot at the sink, rinsing some dishes and Zuko called out to him. "Where's Jet?"

It was no longer unusual for Longshot and Smellerbee to see Zuko in various forms of disarray in the morning. He'd gotten over his embarrassment of that a long time ago.

Unfortunately, his endeavor was unsuccessful as Longshot didn't even glance over his shoulder, he simply shrugged.

But then Smellerbee came out from the bathroom and came to his rescue. "He left early this morning. Said something about a tea shop and being late?" her raspy voice said, sounding just as confused as Zuko felt.

He thought long and hard for a moment before his eyes went wide. Jet would not...oh, who was he kidding? Of course he would.

Zuko ducked back into Jet's room and hastily pulled on the rest of Jet's clothes, which fit fine but were entirely impossible to put on correctly. The lopsided plates meant to cover his shoulders and forearms were simply ridiculous and Zuko ended up unclipping them from Jet's tunic and instead just tucking the long shirt into the pants he already had on. He looked stupid with his bare calves so he wrapped them up in whatever fabric Jet usually wrapped his in and jammed his feet into Jet's shoes. His shoes, like he couldn't even leave Zuko his own freaking shoes.

When he stumbled out of the room for a second time, both Longshot and Smellerbee quirked eyebrows at him, but he simply rolled his eyes. "Please don't ask," he muttered before he was bounding out of the apartment, down the stairs and out of the building at top speed.

He ran past a patch of tall grass growing from hard dirt outside a small shop and he was almost tempted to pick a stalk and tuck it into the corner of his mouth…

No. Focus, Zuko.

When he reached Pao's tea shop, he was expecting the worse. Tables flipped over, customers fleeing, Jet's loud voice droning on and on about oppression and freedom and all sorts of other nonsense, all because someone had sneezed at him the wrong way.

To his complete shock, he saw Jet, apron and all, setting a steaming cup of tea in front of a little old lady, flashing her a handsome smile.

It's sickening how easily he plays people… People like me, Zuko reminded himself with a mental slap to his forehead.

When Jet straightened and looked up, catching sight of Zuko, he positively glowed. Zuko harshened his features into the most dismal frown he could muster as he crossed his arms disagreeably over his chest.

"Oh! Nephew! So good to see you!" And as if on freaking cue, Uncle came out of the kitchen with a tray in his hands, beaming brightly at Zuko, not even giving his wardrobe "choice" a second look. He continued speaking as he approached Zuko, Jet falling in behind him. "Jet told us you weren't feeling well - " At this, Jet pantomimed behind Uncle, signaling what seemed to be some form of play it up, pretend you're sick, and Zuko could've killed him. " - so he came to cover your shift. We didn't think we'd see you today."

Zuko coughed lightly into his palm, not even remotely believable, and tried to make his voice low and scratchy. "I, uh, I'm feeling a bit better," he lied, looking to the side as he did so. He saw Jet cover his mouth and clear his throat to keep from laughing out loud at Zuko's terrible attempts at feigning sickness.

Zuko grit his teeth. "Uncle, do you mind if I borrow Jet for a minute? I'd like to talk to him outside," he ground out, failing to keep the bite out of his words.

Uncle seemed all too happy to oblige the boys, saying that Jet had done more than enough for the day. Zuko hadn't realized just how late it was, because apparently his shift was nearly over anyway. Uncle offered to cover the rest of it and let the boys head home "so Zuko could rest," as he put it.

With a grumbled thank you and goodbye, Zuko stalked back out the front door, with Jet tailing behind him, calling something over his shoulder to Uncle and Pao in the kitchen.

Zuko didn't stop marching until they'd turned into the alley a short ways away from the shop. He whirled on Jet then, glaring at him. "You wanna tell me why you snuck off with my uniform to go serve tea all day?" he snarled.

Jet grinned as he sauntered up to him, backing Zuko up against the nearest wall. Like a predator, he put his hands against the brick on either side of Zuko and leaned in. "You wanna know the truth?" he asked, voice deep and husky. Zuko's breath hitched lightly as Jet nuzzled his neck. He fisted his hands in Jet's - no, his own - shirt. "I wanted to see you in my clothes. Thought you'd look hot," he whispered against his skin. Zuko could feel the grin tug at Jet's lips.

Jet leaned back then, raising a hand...and sticking a stalk of grass into the corner of Zuko's mouth as he looked him up and down.

"I was right."