Kiss THIS!
Oh, spring break, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways…
Er, not one of the sixteen prompts again, mainly because the last one is going to be pretty long, so, meh.
It's pro-zutara week, people! Everyone, write Zutara, just this week! We've got to prove our support for our pairing during this, er, "troubling" time. First chapter of my novel-length one can be found in my profile, titled "Shattered Fates: Alpha"
This one has bald!Zuko! Hurray! (except, you know, not)
Enjoy these drabbles!
Jak
Tattoos
The Fire Nation would not acknowledge their marriage—it went against both their law and their religion.
The Water Tribes, also, would not acknowledge their marriage--although it was more of a cultural thing rather than a religious one.
The Earth Kingdom simply could not acknowledge their marriage, for neither participant was of the Earth Kingdom, and interracial marriages were extremely discouraged there, too. (For the record, King Bumi did send a letter saying he was sorry and he hoped they could find someone who would acknowledge their union.)
Which left only the people of Air, and it was a damn good thing they were friends with the last Airbender.
Perhaps it was because of their nomadic ways, but interracial marriages in the Air Temples were accepted, if not encouraged by Air Nomads, at least, according to their friend Aang.
"There's just one thing," Aang said, holding the sacred blue ink in his hands. "I have to make you part of the Air Temple."
Zuko looked at her and smiled. "I'll get the tattoo if you do."
She looked at the blue ink curiously. "Do I have to shave my head?"
"Of course," Aang lied easily. "It's airbender tradition."
"Don't worry," Zuko whispered, kissing her forehead. "I'm sure you're just as gorgeous bald as you are with hair."
She frowned, dipping a small finger in the blue ink. "Will it ever grow back?"
Aang was having the hardest time in the world holding back his grin. "No, never. I mean, look at me! I was in the iceberg for a hundred years and not a single hair on my head."
She paused, thinking it over before she gave Zuko a small, sad smile. "Sorry, baby. I love you, but I don't think I could stand being bald the rest of my life."
He kissed her gently. "That's okay. I guess we'll just have to live in sin for the rest of our days."
Around that time, the Air Monk busted out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Katara asked, a scowl (been spending too much time with Zuko lately) written on her face. "I was being serious.
"So was I." Zuko commented curiously.
Aang could do nothing to stop his giggling. "I wasn't."