Fics like you drew stars, upon my scars (but now i'm bleeding)

When Sokka was ten, he didn't want to believe in soulmates. If the Spirits were in charge of soulmates, then he didn’t want one. They took his mother from him, so they must have hated him. They’ll give him a bad soulmate. He told his father this much, and Hakoda chuckled, pulling his son in closer. “The Spirits, Sokka, are mysterious things. They have a plan for each and every one of us. Mine involved your mother, and your’s will involve a soulmate as well." “Thanks, Dad.” Sokka yawned, snuggling closer to his father. --- When Zuko was ten, he prayed to the Spirits for a soulmate. He wanted so badly for someone to understand his pain, wanted someone to listen to him when he told funny stories that he made up, wanted someone who would love him for who he was. He told his mother this much, and she smiled down at him, hauling her up into her lap. "The Spirits have blessed you already, my dear. Everyone will get a soulmate, but you have to understand that as a prince of the Fire Nation, your duties to the nation will always come first. Promise me you'll never forget that." "I promise, Mom." he said, before bounding out of her lap and off towards the turtleduck pond.

Fics like you drew stars, upon my scars (but now i'm bleeding)

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