You Don't Love Him
Canon AU – Aang 18/Katara 20/Zuko 22 - This is my first ever song fic so I hope its decent
Here's the song: Repeat After Me (Interlude) - The Weeknd
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You don't love him, you don't love him,
You don't love him if you're thinking of me,
She knew he was right… and she hated it. She hated the fact that no matter how hard she tried, he would never leave her mind… and she – for the life of her – could not determine why. They had been separated for over 2 years now. She had been with her boyfriend – now husband – for a year now. She thought she had moved on, but she clearly hadn't. It took her half a year to admit it to herself. However, when every single gesture and every single occasion with her husband reminded her of him, it became pretty darn difficult to deny the blatant fact.
It certainly didn't help that when her husband offered her a bouquet of hyacinths as a small gift, he hadn't known that she was allergic – and that same gesture reminded her of her him climbing an entire mountain just to get her one solitary panada lily – a flower she held close to her heart. This may not have seemed like much to everyone else, but considering the fact that he travelled to an entirely different nation to attain something he knew she would love made it worth more than a whole roomful of exotic flowers. Also, the symbolism of eternal love that the flower represented only further heightened the importance it held in her heart. Obviously, her husband didn't know she was allergic to hyacinths, but he should've – because that's something her ex-boyfriend knew of since he cared enough to ask her family the do's and absolutely don'ts when concerning her.
You don't love him, you're just fucking,
You're just fucking, it means nothing to me,
She wanted to deny it. Oh Spirits, no one except her knew how badly she wanted to deny it. But she couldn't and again, she for the life of her couldn't figure out why. The Firelord was by no means a bad husband or handicapped in any way. But he could never measure up to him. It was in no way his fault; he was as passionate as she had imagined him to be. So, it wasn't him; it was her. She had formed too strong of a bond with her previous boyfriend to ever completely forget him. She knew that now; when laying beneath the covers with her scarred husband beside her, and despite having the Firelord all to herself, all she could think of was him. All she thought of was what he said that day:
You don't love him, you don't love him,
You don't love him if you're thinking of me,
You don't love him, you're just fucking,
You're just fucking, it means nothing to me,
Was he right? Did she not love her husband? Of course, she thought of him – quite often actually. But surely, if someone had such a loving and reinforcing relationship as theirs', they too would have difficulty forgetting – or trying not to remember. Surely, if someone was as loved as she was by him, they too would have difficulty in trying to move on. And while that may be true, she knew deep down she wasn't trying to move on – or if she was, she knew she couldn't. She couldn't simply, 'move on' from something she hadn't wholeheartedly 'given up on' in the first place. And no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that wasn't the case, she couldn't deny it when she'd close her eyes and imagine him touching her; gliding his pale, tattooed and heated hands across her soft mounds, massaging and kneading her firm breasts and tracing her smooth curves lovingly when she was pleasuring herself.
It's been too long, you changed up over time,
Why you, why you gonna even try to hide?
It's natural to find someone to treat you right,
But it ain't right if you fuck him out of spite,
She thought that when she made love with her husband for the first time, she'd immediately forget about him. Why wouldn't she? She had the Firelord – a stern yet gentle soul who was a natural born leader and someone who had grown into a man during his teenage years. A naturally good looking master firebender with a muscular figure who, despite his overwhelming social awkwardness, was exactly the kind of man she thought she needed. Thought. After the awkward dates where they'd struggle to keep conversation or to even start one, or the horrible dance routines in which he'd end up stepping on her toes repeatedly, or the somewhat underwhelming sex she had been looking forward to – she knew this wasn't it, but she never admitted it to herself or anyone else… yet.
It took her a while to ease into the mantle of the Firelady, and if she was completely honest with herself, being trapped inside a palace surrounded by paintings and statues of the same warmongers who were responsible for a 100-year war that killed her mother, destroyed an entire nation, separated her family, and cost her her childhood, she recognised she'd never truly be comfortable with being Firelady. Yet, she was nothing but adaptable and persistent – like her element – so, she tried. She wanted to prove to herself and her family: the ones who told her this wouldn't work out, that she was capable of moving on by becoming the Firelady and living up to her duties. However, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't determined to prove him wrong most of all.
It seemed like they had somewhat of a love-hate relationship now; they would silently and sometimes verbally challenge, tease and mock each other, but at the end of the day, he made it clear to her that no matter what he did or said, she'd always be his one and only. It was that night, when she had travelled to Republic City for Sokka and Suki's engagement party, that she ended up screaming her head off while being pounded by him, that he made it clear. He admitted to her while lying in bed, cuddling up to her tanned erotic figure while she traced the arrows that ran along his arm, that even after everything, she would always be his Forever Girl. It was in that moment that she understood that the ability to being his Forever Girl meant more to her than being Firelady. She silently confessed that to him, and he saw, felt, understood and acknowledged her confession when he wiped and kissed her salty, yet full of love, tears away.
You don't have to cry, girl, let me wipe your eyes,
Your eyes, your eyes, your eyes,
I promise you will always be mine,
Just repeat after me,
You don't love him, you don't love him,
You don't love him if you're thinking of me,
You don't love him, you're just fucking,
You're just fucking, you're thinking of me,
Yes, she had to admit it. She could no longer deny it. She couldn't deny it when she was sliding up and down her husband while he groaned beneath her, and she moaned thinking of him being beneath her instead. She couldn't deny it when her husband leaned up and sucked on her erect nipple while groping the other one, and she immediately got a natural high when she remembered him doing the exact same thing a month ago, causing her to whisper his name – which the Firelord at the time didn't decipher. However, she definitely couldn't deny or hide it when she remembered him pounding on her lower region, hard and slow, savouring the moment while he passionately kissed and bite the sensitive skin of her neck and she scratched and clawed at his back in ecstasy – a memory that caused her to moan his name when she instantly climaxed. The Firelord had yet to reach his end as they had only been going at it for a minute now, but he no longer had the desire to continue when he heard his wife – harshly yet lovingly – scream "Aang!", with a blissful and satisfied expression.
Understandably so, that was a quite heated and awkward night, one that involved much yelling, screaming, many harsh words and hurtful yet truthful statements. However, they concluded that it was an 'in the moment' kind of moment, and they both felt that they could move past it and form a stronger bond due to it. Delusions. She of course recognised by now that their 'love' was a delusion, and a couple months later, he come to the same conclusion.
You don't love him, you don't love him,
You don't love him if you're thinking of me,
You don't love him, you're just fucking,
You're just fucking, it means nothing to me,
He knew it was true when she had her first child. He knew it was true when he saw the baby's face. He knew it was true when he saw his smile plastered on the boy's face. He knew it was true when he heard the child giggle and laugh just like he did. He knew it was true when the boy opened his eyes, and he saw the same silver yet slightly blue colours he was known for. And he especially knew it when he saw his wife's expression; a lovingly wide grin plastered across her tan skin with glistening hopeful eyes filled with longing and affection for him – and their son.
It was then that he knew, that despite stealing her from him all those years ago, she was never truly his. Despite being the Firelady to the world, she was first and foremost at heart, his Forever Girl. And he knew that even though he may possess her body as her husband, Katara's heart always belonged to the Avatar – and the tiny yet mischievously cute airbender in her arms was proof of that.