Of Pirated Princes
Summary: After he was kidnapped by pirates, Prince Zuko is freed by two Water Tribesmen who don't believe he's the actual Fire Prince.
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(Word Count: 2068)
Chapter One: Of Closets and Chains
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Hakoda didn’t like pirates, but he had to admit that they were rather helpful when it came to finding unique specimens.
The boutique was filled with hundreds of antiques, collectables, and knick-knacks, spanning from the entrance to the counter at the back of the boat. An array of weapons to books to clothing lined the shelves and cases. All of it stolen, but some of it at a decent price.
It wasn’t right, buying from pirates, but sometimes the crew of the Ilatka was low on funds, and they needed an affordable place to buy authentic pieces.
“Chief,” Bato called, only to be holding a stone statue of a monkey with jewels for eyes in front of his face, startling the man slightly.
Hakoda sighed at his companion’s shenanigans. “Must you?”
Bato chuckled and put the statue down. “I must.”
He let out a huff, but didn’t bother to hide the smirk on his lips, knowing it would be fruitless. He and Bato had been joking around like this since they were children, mostly playing pranks on the residents of Wolf Cove, but occasionally pulling a stunt or two on each other. Sure, they had grown since then, but they hadn’t really grown up.
“Please be careful with that,” A voice said. “If you break it, you buy it.”
The owner of the voice was a large man with an unsettling grin on his face. An iguana-parrot was perched on his shoulder, and a hat sat atop his silver-haired head. It was the captain, Hakoda realized.
He nodded at the man. “Understood.”
They went back to browsing without another word, Bato getting lost in the clothing section and Hakoda carefully sifting through the weapons. Some were Water Tribe, though it was hard to tell if it was north or south. Still, the thought of these men ‘acquiring’ them left a bitter taste in his mouth. So much of their culture had been taken by the Fire Nation, and they didn’t need some low-life criminals to steal some too.
“Chief,” Bato called again, and Hakoda just shook his head.
“I don’t care what it is, Bato. I’m not buying it just so you can look pretty.”
“Hakoda,” He said, and the name was stressed this time, like something was wrong.
The chief turned then, making his way over to where Bato was shopping at a slow-but-urgent pace. There was a jewelry case that he was pointing to, and it took Hakoda a second to spot what it was he was referencing.
A small necklace with blue ribbon and a turquoise stone attached to it.
Kya’s necklace
Katara’s necklace.
A million thoughts flooded his mind at once, but only one of them stood out.
How?
He had to figure out how.
Hakoda marched to the counter at the back of the boat, careful not to stomp and make a scene. “Excuse me,” He said, voice cold. “Can I ask where you got that Water Tribe necklace?”
The captain smiled - smirked, even. “Nicked it off of a suspicious character. Why? You interested? I do hear that they make great engagement necklaces up north.”
Hakoda smiled back, eyes hard. “You could say that. What did this suspicious character look like?” There was an answer he didn’t want to hear.
This time, he was positive it was a smirk. “I have a feeling you’re much more interested in him, aren’t you?”
Him.
There was a plethora of things to be taken from that one word, but only one mattered.
It wasn’t Katara.
He nodded, fear starting to seep into his pool of rage.
The iguana-parrot squawked, and the captain gestured behind him. “How about I introduce you?”
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Zuko was having a very bad week.
Not only had the Avatar kept escaping his clutches, but Uncle had insisted on rerouting them into the nearest port so he could buy a new lotus tile. And for what? A stupid Pai Sho game? Ridiculous.
So of course, while Uncle was off doing that, Zuko had decided to explore the port a bit. What a great decision that was.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that there were eyes on him. Like no matter where he turned, someone was always watching him.
He only realized what was happening two seconds after he was cornered.
Zuko fought, really he did, but there were just so many of them all at once, and they all had different weapons and angles and he just wasn’t fast enough.
It was a group of pirates, he noticed as he started to run out of breath. What did they want with him? He didn’t have time to find out, and he was running out of strength and time and-
He was knocked out eventually, a quick blow to the head made that easy. And when he woke up, he was in a small wooden room, empty except for the chains clamped around his hands and feet.
Was he in a closet?
The question was answered when the captain of the pirates came to check in on him a little while later, and he explained that yes, Zuko was now chained up in a closet on a pirate ship so they could sell him on the black market.
So, yeah. Not the greatest time.
A few days had gone by like that, Zuko caged up while the captain kept coming back to feed him and brag about how much money he was going to make. It felt like eternity. Zuko knew it was only a matter of time before he got out of here - he just didn’t know if it was going to be via escape attempt or because the pirates actually sold him. He didn’t like to think about the latter, so he stuck to the former option.
The door opened again, momentarily blinding him as the light shone in. Three figures walked in, the first being the captain, the other two Zuko didn't recognize, but they were larger than most of the pirates, which wasn't exactly a good sign.
Buyers, Zuko horridly realized. The pirates had found buyers.
The man in back looked at him with horror on his face, but the one in front just stared, emotionless. A pang of fear hit him then, though he tried to fight it off. There was no time to be afraid right now.
“Meet Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation.” The captain said, a smirk splitting his face, and dread pooled in the boy’s stomach.
This was really happening. Zuko was kidnapped by pirates and was about to be sold to Agni-knows-who, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Zuko wasn’t usually superstitious, but he sent out a prayer to the spirits, just in case.
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Fire Nation. That was the only thought that occupied Hakoda’s mind. This boy was obviously Fire Nation, and he somehow had Katara’s necklace.
Terror pierced him like a blade cutting through skin. A raid was the only explanation. How else would a Fire Nation boy get his hands on something so distant, so out of reach? How else would a piece of his home, of his family, end up in Fire Nation clutches?
Hakoda couldn’t breathe. The last raid that took place was the one where they lost Kya. If another happened in the time the tribe was gone-
Sokka was the only one protecting the village, Katara was the last waterbender, and her necklace was here.
What happened to his children?
He felt the wound of fear bleeding out, but he knew he couldn’t do anything to stop it except keep on his calculated face. This pirate couldn’t know the heartbreak that Hakoda had just gone through, not if he wanted answers. He just had to play his cards right, no matter how much he wanted to shuffle his deck.
“Meet Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation.” The captain said, and Hakoda tried not to reel.
Prince Zuko? That couldn’t be right. This boy in front of them was just a kid.
His thoughts stopped there. A kid. This boy was just a kid, not a soldier. There’s no way that this- this teenager would’ve been assigned a southern raid.
The pirate had to be bullshitting him. There’s no way this child was Prince Zuko, and there’s no reason he should have this necklace.
“You can’t honestly expect us to believe that you have the Prince Zuko tied up in your lowly pirate boutique, can you?” Hakoda asked, eyebrow raised.
The captain’s smile fell. “You callin’ me a liar?”
A hand on his shoulder. “Tread carefully.” Bato whispered.
He was right. Hakoda couldn't afford to mess this up. Not with so much on the line.
He stood up straighter. “No, I’m just pointing out that it's a bit far-fetched. Is there any way you can prove it?”
The captain huffed, but turned to the boy on the floor, reaching to the cloth tied around his mouth.
The second his lips were free, the boy spat fire. It happened so quickly, the way the room brightened and the way Hakoda could feel the heat of the flame on his arms and face. He’d heard of firebenders breathing fire before, but he���d never gotten the chance to see it in action until now. It seemed like it would be a party trick until he actually saw the way the wood of the ship singed.
The slap happened just as quickly, effectively shutting the boy’s mouth.
The captain gripped the boy’s chin in his hand, drawing Hakoda’s attention to the bruises that littered it; bruises he didn’t notice before because he was so focused on the fact that he was Fire Nation. “You fucking brat!”
The boy flinched, and suddenly Hakoda stopped worrying about if he had hurt his kids and started worrying about this kid being hurt.
The captain was yelling at the kid now, too distracted to notice Hakoda grabbing the club off of his belt. Bato noticed, and backed up to secure the door, knowing there were other pirates aboard this ship. The boy noticed, his good eye widening, and his mouth shut.
One hit was enough to knock the man out.
Hakoda rushed to start unchaining the boy, not missing the way he looked at him in terror and held his breath.
After a minute, the boy was free, and he was eyeing the two men warily, obviously unsure of what was going on.
“Someone’s coming,” Bato warned in a hushed tone.
“Listen to me,” Hakoda started, whispering at the boy. “I know you’re scared, but please just trust us to get you out of here, all right? We’re only trying to help you.”
The boy sucked in a breath. “I’m not scared.”
The door swung open, and a man in a green shirt looked at them with confusion in his eyes.
“Uh-”
The boy shot fire at the man’s feet.
The pirate scrambled out of the way with a shout, leaving just enough room for Hakoda, Bato, and the boy to run past. They quickly made their way back to the store-section of the boat, Hakoda only stopping to break the glass case and grab Kya’s necklace, before bolting out.
Suddenly, about a half dozen men were on their tail, and Hakoda was just starting to realize how much of a bad idea this was.
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Zuko didn’t know where these men were going, but he did know that he couldn’t fight off all of these pirates by himself, so he just kept following them. Sure, he wasn’t thinking things through, but when did he ever?
Besides, he had bigger, more immediate things to worry about.
By the time they came to a stop, Zuko was on the verge of passing out; hunger, dehydration, and blood loss getting to him more than it should have. He didn’t even know where he was, all he knew was that the world was swaying and the sun was too hot and the voices were just too loud.
His hand went to the cut on his side, one that he’d barely registered he’d gotten as they were running past that pirate in the hall. Of course he was armed, why wouldn’t he be? Zuko was always so, so stupid.
“Well,” One of the men said. “That’s one way to get out of the closet.”
The other laughed, but Zuko didn’t hear since he was already halfway to the ground.
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Zukka? Potential SuZukka?!who knows, my brain is scheming. Soulmate Au where you have a mark on your body, only slightly off from your normal skin tone... Like a birthmark, that matches your soulmate in one way or another.
Anyways, screw canon, the war never happened because Roku and Firelord Sozin we're Gay the end.
Onto the event
Early morning, what a joke, Sokka was enjoying some sweet dreams, what about, he doesn't remember, but they were sweet. They had to be because being woken up by the Avatar's arrival trumpet was most certainly not. "Can they be any louder?"
"I don't know, probably... Want me to put in a request?" Katara asked from the Vanity where she sat applying the last touches to her ceremony makeup, she'll adorn herself with a few jewels the avatar sent her before she goes out to meet him.
"har har. No, what I want is for you to be able to choose whether or not to marry him... I mean it's weird to marry for politics right?" He fumbled out of bed and threw on his ceremony garb, carefully of course.
Bam! Katara let out a frustrated sigh and lifted her first from the Vanity shaking off the blunt pain "Sokka, it's not for politics, just so you know Aang and I have been corresponding since we were young, you were just too annoying to want to join in."
"corresponding? Just say you've known him for a long time and send letters and stuff" he patted her back "you sound like a stickler"
"hah, I guess... But I mean I am a princess"
"and a warrior! Be brash, be rude, have tude!"
"ohhh I have tude!"
"do you? Cuz I'm not hearing it!!"
Katara sighed "alright well, maybe not as much as you, but you are a prince as much as you're a warrior, you should hold yourself with more respect. Be nice, and quit taking naps! It's almost mid day!"
"ew less naps?" Yeah... It is a lot brighter than early morning.. eh, early enough to be gross.
"Princess, the Avatar requests you and Prince Sokka." Bato called from the other side. His official title was consort, but he was truthfully seen as equal to both Hakoda and Kya affection wise. There just wasn't any other title to give him.
"yes Bato, we'll be out in five minutes" Katara glared at Sokka "be good Aang will be your brother in law. Make merry and don't threaten him with your boomerang"
"yeah yeah, sure" absolutely not.
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