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fand0mslut · 2 months

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rest [ sokka x reader ]

a/n — i kinda hate this LOL but i have not written for a while and needed to just do a little blurb to get me back into it. open to requests !!

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the night was unusually still, the cold and pitch black seemingly freezing time. my friends slept, peacefully, huddled together against appa’s warmth. i rarely slept that well, rarely slept at all.

i sighed, pushing myself off the ground and letting my legs carry me into the forest. i stopped when i hit the small clearing that overlooked the cliff side, my eyes lazily scanning the scenery. i folded my legs beneath me, sinking into the earth with a deep exhale.

a shadow flitted across the valley before me. i scrambled to my feet, instinctively striking a defensive pose. these days, the enemy was always a step ahead of us; nowhere was safe.

my nerves settled as the bird dove into the canyons, out of eye shot. a bird! i mentally berated myself for letting the harmless creature frighten me, letting it catch me off guard.

“y/n?” i flipped around, pulling an arrow from the quiver that rested across my chest and loading my bow in one fluent motion, aiming at my new target.

sokka’s hands flew up in surrender, eyes wide.

“it’s me! it’s just me,” he called out as i lowered my weapon, doing a 360. someone, something was watching. i knew it.

he stepped towards me cautiously, blue eyes gentle as he pulled the weapon from my grip.

“y/n, i think you need some sleep,” he said, eyes scanning me carefully. i stared at him, scoffing.

my words were quick, jumbled and frantic as they tumbled from my lips. “i can’t, sokka, someone needs to stay on watch!”

“shh,” he whispered as he moved closer to me, slowly wrapping his arms around me. “i’ll stay on watch. you need to rest, you’re exhausted.”

i deflated, his words triggering the tiredness that washed over me. he held me tight against him as we made our way back to the camp, where everyone was still sleeping soundly.

i collapsed against appa as soon as we returned, sokka following not long after me. he pulled his blanket around us, arms snaking around my waist again, eyes awake and alert.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he whispered into my temple, hands slowly combing through my hair. “you’re safe. get some rest.”

my eyes fluttered closed, and, slowly but surely, sleep found me

#atla fic #atla #avatar aang #avatar the last airbender #sokka fic #sokka one shot #sokka x reader #atla sokka #sokka #zuko fic #prince zuko #zuko #atla zuko #atla live action #atla netflix

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your-royal-momoness · 10 months

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Sokka: you can’t just set all your problems on fire

Zuko: you’d be surprised how many things are flammable

#zuko: just set ur problems on fire then they’re gone bada bing bada boom #firelord Zuko solving problems one fire shot at a time #atla #trashbending #avatar the last airbender #avatar #zukka #sokka #zuko #incorrect quotes #incorrect atla

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gigilberry · 1 year

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zukka hc for the masses:

every time zuko’s in an angst/rage funk sokka makes a point to say the most unhinged sentence that instantly knocks him right out of it. just one hit KO’s him. and it either gets the most “i cahn’t believe you done this” glare or else surprise cackling from zuko and zuko hates it so much because it works every. single. time. case in point:

zuko: *is sobbing*

sokka: .....so are you like. legit sad?

#zukka #zukka headcanons #atla headcanons #zuko atla #sokka atla #atla #avatar the last airbender #yk on second thought maybe a one shot would explain this better what if i wrote one

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zukkaart · 1 month

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I have an ideeaaaa

So I’m gonna make an Ao3 series each based on a Stick Season song, BUT to make sure they’re not just the same thing over and over, each one is going to have a different main plot device. AND I’m gonna let the people pick the ship!

So first come first served. Lmk what AtLA ship you want to see for what song! See below for songs and plots (links to the lyrics are provided)

Northern Attitude: four nations, four languages

Stick Season: I’ve been hiking all day and I’m absolutely NOT lost but uhhh could I maybe stay at your campsite?

All my love: PLEASE pretend to be my bf/gf this weirdo won’t leave me alone

She Calls Me Back: Soulmates have matching tattoos

Come Over: no I mean it you can’t come over my family is insane

New Perspective: A is deaf, B is CODA

Everywhere, Everything: Flower shop owner / tattoo artist

Orange Juice: I was dragged to this party and I hate everyone here

Strawberry Wine: first date

Growing Sideways: A is burning the candle at both ends, B has to talk them off the ledge of a mental breakdown

Halloween: haunting/being haunted

Homesick: what it says on the tin, A is homesick

Still: The first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed on your body

The View Between Villages: adult A gets snapped back into their S1 self via spirit world shenanigans

Your Needs, My Needs: love at first sight

Dial Drunk: A gets arrested, B has to bail them out

Paul Revere: I just moved to a new town, my apartment fell through. Help?

No Complaints: Amnesia

Call Your Mom: my family is more screwed up than yours, prove me wrong

You’re Gonna Go Far: At exactly midnight on new years following your 16th birthday, you get 5 minutes in your soulmates body

Please rb/comment so i can get as many ships as possible! Thank you!

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ssreeder · 3 months

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Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Aang/Katara (Avatar), others to be tagged later - Relationship Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar), Aang (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Jet (Avatar), Suki (Avatar), Kyoshi Warriors (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar), Jee (Avatar), Hakoda (Avatar), Bato (Avatar), A bunch of OCs, Long Feng, Joo Dee (Avatar), Azula (Avatar), Mai (Avatar), Ty Lee (Avatar), Ozai (Avatar), General Fong (Avatar) Additional Tags: Violence, Blood and Injury, War, Minor Character Death, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Major Character Injury, Amputation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, possible major character death, themes similar to the first two books, Sexism, Racism (like has already been written in first two books), dark themes, Human Trafficking, Slavery, Just a lot of dark war-like themes, there will be a battle, Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Injury Recovery, Healing, Underage Sex, Underage Drinking, Animal Death, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Warnings each chapter, Hopefully some healing for Zuko finally, no promises, but that’s the goal, Reunions, hopefully a happy ending, Sokka gets some healing too, Non-Consensual Drug Use Series: Part 3 of Leaving It All Behind Summary:

-This is the last book of the series LIAB, please go read the other two books before this, or you will be very confused-

Zuko has been taken by the Earth Kingdom army to who-knows-where, and Sokka is determined to get him back.

But he can’t do it alone.

With Suki and the Kyoshi Warriors by his side, Sokka is headed to Ba Sing Se to find Katara and Aang so they can go rescue his fire bender.

Things aren’t as easy as he had hoped. Corruption, lies, and unknown horrors await them inside the city’s walls. None of this is helping Sokka’s mental well-being.

Hakoda and his men face a problem of their own as Azula approaches with the intentions of making it rain fire.

Sokka and Zuko will both find themselves having to reintegrate back into a life they thought they left behind, with people they hardly remember. It isn’t easy for anyone, especially when they don’t recognize the person standing in front of them.

#TAAAA DAAAA #chapter fucking 16 #I was hoping to fit more into this bad boy #but Sokka really took over this one and wasn’t letting anyone have any room to breathe #I hope y’all like DILFs cause this chapter is full of them #just kidding Hakoda is the only father lol.#UILFS - uncles I’d like to *gun shots*#MWAHAHAH ok sorry I don’t have much to say #I’m just over here being annoying haha #now that this is posted I can shower because that’s what sane people do it basic hygiene #*finger guns* I got this #zukka #Into the Fire

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adriancatrin · 2 years

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zuko has to learn to read between the lines because sokka rarely talks freely about things that are bothering him unless he’s at a breaking point. it takes zuko a while to realize that sokka uses humor to cope, and that just because sokka is telling jokes doesn’t mean he’s okay. sokka had to be strong and put on a good face for the children of the gaang for so long that sometimes he forgets he doesn’t have to do that anymore

meanwhile sokka has to learn to be Very Patient with zuko. if the boy’s not ready to talk about something, pushing him will only make him shut down completely. and similarly, even if he is ready to talk about something, it takes him a while to articulate his thoughts, and they often come out jumbled. sokka has to kind of put the pieces together to figure out what he’s trying to get at. zuko wasn’t and still often isn’t allowed to be inarticulate in his life, so if he hasn’t grasped his own thoughts yet he gets very nervous sharing

#idfk #<that’s my headcanon tag apparently lol #anyways this is kinda an extention/elaboration of my last one #they have to be soft and perceptive w one another #🥺🥺🥺#zukka #sokka x zuko #sokka/zuko #atla #zuko #sokka #headcanon #anyways small update-#my dads in town so writing and art is on a bit of a hold #still working on my one shot and then we’re back to the chaptered fic #current one shot is a runaway zuko one #also think i’m gonna pull my tablet from the pit it died in and try my hand at some digital art again?#i kinda suck at it and it’s been ages so we’ll seeeee #update

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atlabeth · 2 years

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omg lucky

i still have two weeks until i’m out 😭

anyways it’s been a while since we’ve interacted! to celebrate i thought i’d send a req for an anthony bridgerton fic??

everything is totally up to you but i’ve been suuuper stressed lately so maybe you could work out something with that 😅

sending love as always 💕

- simply

viscountess - anthony bridgerton

summary: when you begin to doubt yourself, your husband is there to quell your thoughts.

a/n: yeah, we started school early this year so we got to end early, and as a senior i get out even earlier. and yes, it has been way too long since we've talked and im so sorry for that!! thank you for sending in a req, i know it's not totally what you asked for but i hope you still like it! good luck w whatever is going on right now, i believe in you and ily always<333

wc: 1.3k

warning(s): some insecurity but otherwise complete fluff

A hefty sigh fell from your lips as your fingers threaded through your hair, the cool night breeze traveling around you calming you at least a little bit. It was far too late to still be up, nonetheless outside pondering on the swings, but you could not help it. Tossing and turning was doing you no good, so you figured a change of scenery and fresh air would be of some aid.

Your prophesied future as a spinster had been snuffed out by one Anthony Bridgerton, his courtship of you through your third season resulting in a marriage that surprised the entire ton but excited your mother so much that she fainted when she heard the news of the proposal. Certainly, no one had expected that you, the soft-spoken, bookish, middle daughter of a nobleman, would be the one to tame the viscount’s rakish ways and win his heart, but he fell completely for you, and you for him.

Such expectations were the reason for your midnight outing. You were held to the highest standards after your elder brother married the daughter of a marquess and your youngest sister secured the favor of a young earl — though your lineage was mostly secured, you were expected to continue the tradition of marriage above your station.

And though your first two seasons were filled with a variety of suitors yet no proposals, the beginning of your third season also marked the beginning of your love story with the Viscount Bridgerton.

How you ever managed to catch his eye, you’ve no idea. But you thank whatever is responsible for it every day, for you’d never been more in love than you were with Anthony Bridgerton. He courted you, he fell for you, and he proposed, in that order — a month later, you were the Viscountess Bridgerton.

You loved Anthony, and you loved his family. Everything that Anthony did, it reinforced his belief that you belonged with him, and you belonged in the life you now had. But the ton was notorious for gossip, and with every penned paper by Lady Whistledown writing about your shortcomings and every whisper from a scorned mama who had been determined to for her daughter to marry into the Bridgertons, your confidence in your ability to truly fill the role you had ended up in fell more and more.

And thus your outside visit. You sat on the swings, swaying back and forth as you steeped in your own woes. You did not quite know why you had chosen here of all places, but a recalled memory of Eloise claiming it was “an excellent place to clear one’s mind” came to the forefront. She was certainly correct; you might not have found your insecurities disappearing, but you did feel the slightest bit calmer.

You rested your head against the rope, your grip keeping it steady, as you kicked at the loose dirt below you. The chill of the hour was beginning to get to you as you shivered — your nightgown was not made for this sort of weather, but the stagnant air inside the estate did nothing to sooth your racing mind in comparison to the outdoors.

Unfortunately, your isolation was to be interrupted. You heard the footsteps behind you first alerting you to another’s presence, but a smile immediately formed when you heard his voice.

“And what are you still doing up?”

You were greeted with the smiling, albeit concerned, face of your husband when you turned around, and you answered with a nonchalant shrug. “I could ask you the same.”

Anthony hummed in acknowledgment as he walked over, not even hesitating as he sat down on the swing next to you. “It is common knowledge that I am always the one working late into the night. You have not yet claimed the title of ‘avid over-worker’ that I solely hold, and it is my job to ensure you never do.”

Your lips quirked up at the corners but you glanced away. “Worry not; I am just enjoying the fresh air. I haven’t even looked over the finances to ensure your numbers are correct.”

“The ceremony was but a month ago,” he quipped. “Do not tell me you have already forgotten the vows.” You looked at him with thinly veiled amusement, and before you could ask, Anthony nodded.

“Yes — this is my way of getting you to reveal what is ailing you.” He offered another slight smile. “I am your husband; I can tell when something is wrong. It will do you no good to keep your worries in.”

You gave him a pointed look. “That sounds awfully like me. Are you sure you are alright?”

“Where do you think I got it from?” he said with a chuckle. “I have learned many times over that it is of great importance to share your issues with others rather than hold them in and hope they go away.”

You sighed again, your gaze falling from his eyes to the dirt below you. “I admit I am having… doubts.”

Anthony frowned. “About what?”

“About my role in all of this,” you said quietly. “I feel… woefully inadequate. To be both your wife and the viscountess.”

“What could possibly make you think that?” he asked, and when you looked back at him his expression was incredulous.

“Common sense?” you said with a shrug. “You are everything to me, Anthony, but that does not mean that I am suited to be a part of your life. I… I just cannot stop worrying that you have made a mistake by choosing me.”

“Then it appears that your definition of common sense is completely inaccurate,” he responded curtly, “as I do not think I have heard anything more ridiculous.”

In your silence, Anthony turned fully towards you. “You are the woman I love more than life itself, and not a thing in this world could make me think otherwise. Both my siblings and my mother adore you— even our staff has not a single ill thing to say about you. You are intelligent, thoughtful, stubborn in the best way — there is no one I would rather have by my side for anything.”

You smiled in spite of yourself. “When did you become such a sap?”

“When I fell in love with a woman deserving of my every praise,” he said with a smile of his own.

Anthony reached out and set his hand on yours, intertwining your fingers with his own. The notion on its own sent warmth through your body, almost instantly forming a smile on your lips. The effect that he had on you was as present as the day you’d met him, and somehow you knew it would never fade.

“I understand it is a hefty transition to viscountess, but you should know I will be there for you every step of the way,” he said. “Although I doubt you will need my help, seeing as you are more than capable of handling anything that comes your way.”

“Anthony—” you started, but he shook his head.

“Do not even try to prove me wrong,” he interrupted, “as I think the feat is impossible.”

“Thank you,” you said through a blossoming smile, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks at his words. “I love you.”

“I love you too. More each and every day.” Anthony’s eyes were filled with a warmth and softness, eyes that you could happily melt in. “And as your husband that loves you, I beg of you to come to me with these doubts should you have them again. I will happily prove you wrong each and every time.”

“How are you so effortlessly confident in my abilities when not even I believe the words you say?” you wondered, and Anthony squeezed your hand.

“Because you are my viscountess,” he murmured with a smile, “and I will always be there for you.”

sorry for posting this so late at night but im physically incapable of holding my writing in longer than five seconds lol

perm tags: @dv0412 @siriuslyslyslytherin @maruchan77 @simonsbluee @kwyloz @masteroperator

bridgerton tags: @theonewithallthemilkshakes

anthony bridgerton tags: @gwenebear @lurkymurker @likeballet

#sadie's 1k one shots #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton fic #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton fic #anthony bridgerton fanfic #x reader #bridgerton imagine #sadie writes #realized while i was writing this that this is kinda just. the regency version of my sokka night owl fic lmao #but ignore that #its not plagiarism if its my own fic

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fand0mslut · 2 months

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would anyone be interested in an atla fic set in the hunger games universe? would be multiple chapters + take place during the 75th hunger games, would be a huge project so want to make sure the demographic is there before i invest a bunch of time into it (;

#atla fic #atla netflix #atla live action #atla zuko #atla sokka #atla #avatar the last airbender #sokka one shot #sokka x reader #sokka fic #zuko fic #zuko #zuko x reader #sukka

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seasideoranges · 1 month

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Sokka looks up at Bato, wearing the same scowl, standing up straighter now. “Uncle Bato, I don’t get cold!” “Oh, really? Not even the time when you came home, shivering like a naked otter penguin, crying to your mom that you couldn’t feel your toes?” Sokka put his arms down and wore a serious thinking expression. “... I don’t remember that.” - Bato wants to take Sokka out on a fishing trip, but Sokka refuses to wear his parka. Bato comes up with a way to make Sokka wear it. It.. doesn't go exactly as planned.

Woohooooo posted my first fanfic in yeeears (last one I wrote I was like 12 lmao). Wanted to write this cute, quick one shot inspired by my own fanart. After I drew this piece I thought to myself hmm how did Sokka come up with this weirdly specific scenario... thus this one-shot was born haha. Anyways, enjoy!

#ill be posting more one shots soon #there fuck and quick!#nice way to get the creative juices flowing #sokka #atla

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sisiofthemultifandom · 23 days

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A ATLA Aang and Sokka Friendship Drabble

Its been a long time since I've been to post any fic stories or chapters but this morning I was able to quickly put together and finish this drabble commission for avatar the last airbender, here is the link to it on my AO3. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments below. (I will add it to my fanficton net later if you prefer that site more.)

If you like what you read here and would like to see my write a fic for any particular series, characters, romantic pairing or even platonic friendship my commissions are open for 10$ per one-shot or chapter.

https://ko-fi.com/c/59ff40d1f7

#ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #one shot #drabble #sisi's writing #atla #avatar the last airbender #commission #commissions open #aang #sokka #aang and sokka #friendship #platonic #fluff #short story #archive of our own #writing

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thegoodshit-ficrecs · 10 days

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But I deserve it (I deserve it all)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54837724

Title: But I deserve it (I deserve it all) Author: Shikoku (No Tumblr Located) Rating: Not Rated Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Locked/Unlocked

Completed- 1 Chapter Published- March 30, 2024

Additional Tags:

Zuko-centric (Avatar)

Child Abuse

Zuko's Scar (Avatar)

Partially Blind Zuko (Avatar)

Scars

Abusive Ozai (Avatar)

Iroh is a Good Uncle (Avatar)

the abuse is much worse than it is in canon

Sorry Not Sorry

Zuko (Avatar) Needs a Hug

Angst

Angst with a Happy Ending

Zuko Has Issues (Avatar)

no beta we die like jet

Partially Deaf Zuko (Avatar)

Summary:

By the time he turns 13, Zuko knows how to care for scars better than most people in the Fire Nation army.

#trigger warnings apply #angst #hurt/comfort #one shot #avatar the last airbender #avatar #atla #jet/zuko #zuko/sokka #fanfiction #fanfiction reccomendations

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 1 month

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To See Her Like That

Summary: Azula knows that she broke Sokka. She knows that Jet broke her. She doesn't want to do the same thing to Chan.

He said that he wouldn’t leave her.

He said that before he knew what he was getting into.

Now he says that she is too much work and he just wanted something ‘chill’.

To be fair, he isn’t equipped to handle the kind of problems that she has. She probably had been asking way too much of him. As fair as fairness goes, what is fair to Sokka isn’t fair to her.

At least he had been respectful—as much as Sokka can be anyhow—not like Jet.

Sokka had disappointed her.

Jet had broken her entirely.

She has been cautioned by veterans that psych ward romances are a dreadful thing to pursue but sometimes Azula thinks that, that is her only option. Really, the only people who could stomach visiting her when she finds herself there are the people who show up often themselves.

She could probably find someone. A person whose problems are nothing like hers but, at the same time, are also compatible. She has yet to find anyone who is compatible with her personality. Most people, even there, find her to be abrasive and off putting.

And that’s why she has to keep herself in check. She has been doing so well. She walks with her head held high and her hair styled nicely. Her clothes are unwrinkled and they smell faintly of laundry detergent. She smells of the perfume that she has spritzed herself with that morning. Her makeup has been done artfully—artfully and with the extra care to conceal the bags that have begun to reappear under her eyes.

She leans against her locker and closes her eyes, forehead propped up against the forearm that she has raised above her head, her fingers curl around the frame of the locker. She stares at a pile of textbooks, willing herself to pick out the ones that she needs so that she can head to volleyball. So that she can look at them later and keep her grades at a perfect hundred.

She can’t let them slip a second time, she’d pulled herself out with a low A and a searing cluster of B’s to mar what would have been an impeccable GPA. She grips the locker tighter and exhales, drumming her fingernails upon the metal.

“You and Chan are going the movie theater this weekend, right?” TyLee’s voice causes her to jolt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She exhales again. “Yes. We are. Why?”

“Well, I was wondering if Mai and I can tag along. We haven’t had a double date in awhile!”

Azula flinches she hasn’t had a date at all. At least not in the last two years. To think that it has been that long. “The two of you can come along.” Azula replies. It might be better to take her first date in a while with company.

He texts her a lot. Mostly to tell her that she is pretty and that her haircut suits her. She doesn’t like her haircut, it hasn’t looked right since she’d tried to do the job herself. Her stomach tickles at the memory and she quickly shoves it back in its place.

He calls her too.

Talks to her for hours.

But that’s only because he has no idea…

He’d hang up if he knew.

She thinks about Sokka when he texts. They have the same sense of humor. They have the same typing quirks that drive her up the wall—that is to say that they always substitute ‘too’ with the number two and ‘for’ with the number four. Grammar is not important to them and spelling has even less value.

And it hurts. Because she knows that it is her own fault. Sokka was perfectly caring. He meant well and she had done what she always does. Did? She thinks that she is a better person now, but sometimes she has her doubts.

She loved Sokka so much.

Maybe he would have been more willing to visit her in the psych ward if she hadn’t cheated on him for TyLee. Maybe he would have been less terrified of her screaming and crying if they hadn’t been preceded by lies and manipulations. Guilt trips and mind games.

Sokka loved her and she loved control. She loved Sokka. She loved to control Sokka. She had to know what he was doing, who he was talking to. She told him that it was his fault; that she knew that he had a reputation for being flirty and that she wouldn’t tolerate it. That she wouldn’t have had to check his phone if he didn’t get around so much.

Really it was her fault. Her own mind. Those whispers that were her own and her father’s telling her that she is impossible to love. In such a case, of course Sokka would seek love on the side. And so she’d done just the same—a preemptive measure.

He didn’t leave her just then.

He should have.

He had taken so much more than he should have.

He still doesn’t hate her.

But Katara does.

And Hakoda does.

He still doesn’t smile quite the same way that he had before he met her.

That is how Azula knows that she deserved Jet.

The way he talked to her; oh he had said many things and sometimes when she is trying to get some sleep she remembers them.

The early morning hours give her time to juxtaposed his words with her own. “You’re sleeping with Mai, aren’t you? To steal her from your brother? If I wanted to date a slut I would have picked TyLee.” Against “I saw you flirting Yue again. I expect loyalty, not a man who snaps nudes for every girl who looks at him.”

“Why are you wearing those? You look prettier without them.” Until then she had liked her glasses, she thought that they made her look intellectual. But with some back and forth, she had come to decide that contacts would be better suited for her. They are less of a hassle with volleyball anyways. Even then Jet still concluded that she’s not that attractive anyways. Her face is too soft. It isn’t really any different than when she told Sokka, “keep making jokes, Sokka, I guess that you have to have something since you don’t have aesthetic pleasantries.”

“I can tell that it’s off season. I think that your face is getting softer. You should probably find another sport to join.” It sounds very much the same as, “I’m dating the hockey star, not the chubby band kid.” That had been a raw spot for Sokka who loved to snack on chocolate bars after practice but never did so in front of her again. Azula had taken up archery.

“Everybody knows what you did to Sokka. I’m the only one who trusts you now.” It’s fine. She doesn’t trust herself much either. She doesn’t really trust anyone anymore. “I’m not going to get into that car with you, everyone knows about your DUI. You put Haru in the hospital.” It hadn’t been a DUI; she found out months later that Sokka is diabetic. The rumors in this school have always been outlandish. She loved listening to them and all of their ludicrous complexities.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!? I thought that you were a little off but y-you’re crazy. You’re batshit fucking insane!” Those were parting words but those words never parted with her.

She had never said anything like that to Sokka.

Indeed Jet had a way of reminding her of what she is. No. It hadn’t been a reminder. It had been an eye opener. To hear versions of her words on someone else’s tongue and realize just how unpleasant, how utterly horrible they are…

She is not a good girlfriend.

She is not a good person.

She had damaged Sokka, changed him for the worst. Left him to pick up the pieces and figure out how to love and trust again.

And Jet had done her the same.

She can’t complain. She deserves it.

She started it.

She would have stayed with him if he wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with her.

They could have each other so that others won’t have to get caught up with either of them.

Maybe next time he texts, she will answer.

Before she ruins Chan too.

.oOo.

Azula thinks too much. She thinks until her head is pounding. It used to be the product of expectations—her own, father’s, those of her teachers, those of her classmates—and not being able to meet them. Her dread and stress had all boiled down to not being good enough. That was relatively simple and she had started to get used to that. Used to the fear that she won’t amount to anything in spite of her skill and her luck.

Regret is new. Guilt is new.

They stir in with her former anxieties and concoct something unpalatable. Something that she can’t deal with for much longer.

She is supposed to be going to the movies. But she can’t dress herself because she can’t look in the mirror. She can’t look in the mirror because she is going to see an amalgamation of every horrible thing that Jet has ever told her. Every horrible thing that her father has called her when she fell just shy of his standards.

She is going to see the person who doesn’t treat other people right.

TyLee tells her that she is doing better, that she has gotten a lot friendlier. But TyLee has a habit of telling her exactly what she wants to hear. Azula can’t tell if it is out of fear or just TyLee being her bubbly, happy self.

Zuko had told her that she is easier to talk to these days. But right now she can’t recall him doing so.

She doesn’t want to go back to the psych ward. She doesn’t want that gossip to revitalize, not when it had just started to die down. She doesn’t want Chan to look at her the way Jet had. With disgust and with fear. With hatred.

She has to get herself under control and she has to do it fast.

Her heart is racing and it does so in double time; faster than it would have if she weren’t trying so damn hard to make it stop.

Her phone buzzes.

Chan has this annoying habit of saying, “I’m on my way” when he is pulling into her driveway.

He is going to see her like this; hyperventilating with tears streaming down her cheek. And if he bothers to ask her why, she won��t be able to tell him. She doesn’t know why she is so distraught; things have been going very well.

She had recovered. She was better.

She. Was. Better.

She cups her head in her hands, practically clawing at her hairline.

She can get herself under control.

She needs more time.

She just needs more time.

She hears footsteps on the stairs and they are getting closer. She catches a glimpse of a shadow and then Chan’s frame fills the doorway. She told herself that it wouldn’t happen again. That she would never get that bad again. But here, now, she is feeling out of sorts and disconnected, panicked and numb all over again. Reliving that which has already happened. Same situation. Different face.

She had been feeling off for the better part of the morning.

School has been overwhelming, the workload combined with her volleyball practices, and those career building workshops that father has her attend just to fluff up her odds of getting accepted into the top universities.

There is just so much to do. There is always so much to do.

She should be working on the pile of assignments—they are all piling up and not for her own laziness. She has been chipping away at that stack of homework and college prep work, but for every assignment she turns in, she receives another. And when it is a competition weekend the pile doubles. Sometimes she thinks that father has unreasonable expectations. Most of the time she faults herself for not meeting them.

She should be working on that pile but she is at the mall with Jet. They have just finished a movie that she wasn’t particularly interested in to begin with. A movie whose dialogue had been drowned out by her own inner monologue.

She doesn’t feel like herself. She mostly just wants to go home. She hasn’t spoken to Mai and TyLee in a while and they are probably getting sick of her blowing them off for Jet and for her studies.

Jet has his arm slung over her shoulder. She fakes a smile. He snaps a photo. They are an enviable couple and anyone in the school would kill to have the sort of relationship that they have…as it is presented on their screens.

She sips at her strawberry lemonade. Evidently it is the most enjoyable thing she has had all day. Really she would rather be alone. Alone and getting through all of her assignments with willpower and, perhaps, a touch of coffee. By the time she gets home she will only have an hour left to do at least three hour’s worth of work. And she knows what father will say. Perhaps there is a part of her that wants him to become furious and sacre Jet off so that she can finally be free of him without the option to take him back when he inevitably crosses a line before coming back with a gift and kind words.

She thinks that he knows that she doesn’t want to be alone.

Her head hurts so much. Maybe it is the lighting in this place. Maybe the movie had been too loud.

Maybe it is that she she spots Sokka with Suki on the other side of the food court, just leaving the arcade.

The next time she looks up they are kissing and that is enough…

Truth be told she doesn’t remember much about what happened after that.

Just that Jet hadn't visited her. And that he had made it apparent that he thinks she’s embarrassing to be around.

“Do you know how many people saw you screaming like that?”

She hadn’t been keeping track. She doesn’t think any of them knew her, aside from Sokka and Suki of course. But they didn’t talk. They didn’t talk because they hadn’t been there at all. And Jet didn’t talk—his reputation was at stake too.

“What if you do it again? What if you do that in school?”

She likes to think that she has more self control than that. Obviously that day had been a fluke–the product of a few all nighters and a hefty amount of stress. A thing to lock up and hide away with the rest of her family’s secrets. If father could make Zuko’s juvie record disappear than he can cover up a brief visit to a mental health facility.

And he had; people still ask her how her trip to Ember Island was. She tells them that it was uneventful.

This time she will tell them that she had gotten to eat at an over the water restaurant. Just to add a pretty little kick to the lie.

She isn’t crazy.

She can’t be.

She has too much going for her to let her own mind take her down.

“Azula?” Chan’s voice intrudes on her thoughts.

She should have at least shut and locked her bedroom door. Not that her mind is in any place to think things through. At least father isn’t home.

She isn’t crazy. She can’t be.

And yet…

Sometimes she sees mother in the crowd at pep rallies and volleyball games. Sometimes her face is as bloodied and broken as the car accident had left it.

Almost every time, mother asks her why she and Zuzu did this to her. If only they could have just behaved; stopped bickering and let her focus on driving.

She wonders if Zuzu sees her too. If that’s why he wakes up in the middle of the night screaming. If that’s why he has grown fond of weed and booze. She wonders if that’s why father is so cross with the both of them; why he doesn’t look at them the same way anymore. Why he tells Zuko that he is good for nothing and to stay out of his sight and why he loads her with so many extracurriculars that she is hardly home.

It isn’t because he loves her and cares about her education. Sometimes Azula thinks that he wants to see her fail. She has simply been harder to sink than Zuzu was. But she is sinking now. Sinking and thinking.

Thinking of Sokka who, before she had hurt him, had always kept her above the water.

She doesn’t realize that she has been crying until Chan is wiping the tears out of her face.

“What’s going on?”

“Go away, Chan!”

He flinches. “Uh…I was kind of hoping to stay.”

This earns him a laugh. One of those laughs that isn’t quite right, the type that falls upon ears the wrong way. But she can’t quite help it; what a ridiculous thing to say. “Why do you want to stay, Chan?”

“To make sure that you’re okay.”

And a ridiculous follow up. “Do I look okay?” Her stomach sinks. He is just trying to help and she is being so hateful. But that is just her nature, she supposes. He can leave her like Sokka had. It is probably better if he does, she doesn’t need to make a mess of his life too. His father has it in for him as it is. He is probably one house party away from being homeless.

“You look fantastic!” He gives her a thumbs up.

This time her laugh is more genuine, but it is not without that strange hitch. “That’s not what I meant.” She certainly hadn’t started this relationship with Chan for his brains. Sometimes she thinks that he thinks that she is only with him for his chiseled abs and athletic achievements. Truth be told she isn’t sure why she had gone for him—probably because he is just enough like Sokka for her to pretend…

But no. As he scoops her into his arms she thinks that she knows why; he doesn’t look at her the way most people do. With both awe and sheepishness. Sometimes she can best compare him to a golden retriever. And she thinks that she knows what her type is.

She enjoys the company of goofballs: lighthearted people who add some color into her life.

Chan rubs the back of her hand. “Should I tell Mai and TyLee that we won’t be able to make it to the mall?”

This time she is able to bite her tongue, to clear it of bite and sarcasm. She still doesn’t chance opening her mouth, opting to nod instead.

.oOo.

Her throat is raw. That much is evident when she finally manages to speak. “Why are you still here?”

“That sounds like it hurts. Do you want me to make you some tea?”

“Why are you still here?”

He stands up and her heart skips a beat. But he only walks as far as the bathroom. She hears him run the faucet. “At least drink this.”

She doesn’t like tap water but her throat is terribly sore. She cups the glass in her hands and takes a good mouthful of water. It tastes like minerals and metal. Her face scrunches. “Why are you still here, Chan?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you just saw me…” she trails off.

“Is that why Jet left?” At her grimace he winces. “Sorry, bad question. Insensitive?”

“That’s a good word for it.”

“Thanks, I heard you say it and thought that I would try to add it to my vocab.” He gives her a finger gun.

She rolls her eyes. And then her expression goes blank. “Yes. That’s why Jet left me. It doesn’t matter though. He wasn’t that special.”

“That’s like a polite way of saying that he’s kind of a dick?”

She laughs, as much as she can with her throat burning. “I suppose. Yes.”

“You want me to carry you to the couch. We can watch a movie on the couch or I can play my mixtape for you.”

“Another mixtape?”

“Yeah! I call this one: songs to play when you’re in the locker room with the boys!”

“You are neither in the locker room nor with the boys.”

“Which is why we have the mixtape! So we can create an atmosphere and use our imaginations.”

“I suppose that we can listen to your mixtape.” It isn’t as though she has anything better to do. At least listening to the mixtape will make it feel like an ordinary day. An ordinary date.

“Do I…?” She frowns to herself. “Do I treat you well, Chan?”

“Huh?”

“Am I…do I ever hurt you?”

“What? No. Where is that coming from?”

She shrugs. “I’ve been told that I’m not good with relationships.”

“Is anyone?” He quirks a brow. “Ruon and Jin say that I’m thoughtless and too full of myself to love them.”

“There’s a difference between thoughtless and…what I am.”

“What are you?”

Her therapist called her an abuser. A manipulator. Katara had too. And Hakoda. And Suki. “The kind of person who hurts people. Probably a family trait. Mai said the same thing about Zuko.” But Zuko has gotten better. Haru always speaks so well of him.

“You never hurt me.” Chan shrugs. He sets her down on the couch and flops down next to her. She lets him rest his hand on her knee.

“Yet.” Azula mutters. “Give me time.”

“We’ve been together for almost a year now.”

“Sokka is still scared of me.” And he probably should be. She would stay away from someone like herself.

She does avoid someone like herself.

She isn’t sure if she is afraid of Jet, but she certainly isn’t comfortable around him.

“Have you tried apologizing?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want him to forgive me, Chan.” She replies. “I want him to be happy with Suki and…move on.” She wants to forget about Jet. About the habits he has instilled within her. The seeds of doubt and mistrust that had been planted by Ozai and nurtured by Jet.

Chan tilts his head. It’s the same gesture and expression he gives her when she is helping him with his homework.

“Some things just need to stay buried. It’s better for everyone.”

“Yeah.” He rubs the back of his head. “I guess.”

Azula wonders if Sokka hopes that she is happy with Chan. She can’t imagine him wishing her ill, even in spite of everything.

“You should still apologize to him though. I don’t know, tell him that he doesn’t have to forgive you if he doesn’t want to?”

Azula furrows her brows and presses her lips together. “Yes. Perhaps.” She swallows.

“I can come with you.”

She shakes her head. “I’d need to do it alone.”

Chan nods. “Fair enough.”

They are quiet for the longest time. She relishes in the feeling of him rubbing up and down her thigh. And then he takes her hand.

“Do you want to listen to that mixtape now?”

Azula nods.

“Okay well, now that I’m thinking about it, some of the songs are a little embarrassing so try not to cringe too much.”

“Maybe I’ll like your horrible taste in music this time.”

“What kind of music do you like?” He asks as he puts the disk into the player.

She enjoys grindcore and black metal but she doesn’t think that he is ready for that just yet. “Whatever TyLee is listening to.”

“I think that you are lying and that you should make a mixtape for us to listen to on our way to our next date.”

“I suppose that I can.” She supposes that, since he had stayed with her today, he can probably handle her interesting musical choices. Maybe one day she will be able to tell him exactly why Jet had left her. She probably should, before he figures it out on his own.

She lets a few songs come and go. She doesn’t hate them. She doesn’t love them. But she enjoys that they make Chan smile. She appreciates that he tries to sing along; that he is willing to risk his impeccable reputation to make her smile.

She will tell him.

By the end of the night she will let him know exactly what he is in for if he chooses to stay with her.

By the end of the night he is still holding her. He doesn’t exactly know what to say, which is probably why he says nothing. He doesn’t need to. She is just glad to know that he is willing to give her a chance. She is just glad to know that she is not a lost cause.

She is glad to know that she is not like her father.

That she and Jet are not as similar as she had thought.

#avatar the last airbender #azula #atla chan #sokka #jet atla #fanfiction #one shot #tw: abusive relationships

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Thinking about the late 2010 obsession with soulmate au’s and I have one

Soulmate AU where the color of your soulmates eyes is the only color you can’t see until you meet them, and you finally recognize the color you’ve only ever read about

The finer things in life always felt dull to Sokka. The finest silks were flat and lifeless, golden crowns and necklaces looked no more valuable than ice in the arctic.

As the prince of the Southern Water Tribe he was expected to attend many events, always favoring his cultural colors of silver and blue. Which is why he despised attending events in the Fire Nation, the red he could see just fine, everything was drenched in it.

But it was the color of that seemingly rare and precious metal that their nobles favored so much that always fell upon blind eyes.

It was the night of the new Fire Lords coronation. Not much was known about Ozai’s son. He rarely attended public events and he’d never attended any of the same ones Sokka had. This of course wasn’t saying much considering the distance.

Sokka managed to talk his way out of the ceremony itself but his Father and Sister were insistent that he attend the party afterwards. Never one to turn down free food, he grumbled his concession.

Now the young prince made his way through the throng of people, dragged along by Katara who absolutely insisted that he be introduced to the new fire lord properly,

“You are going to be chief one day Sokka, international relations are important,” He only rolled his eyes and let himself be guided through the sea of red nothingness

“Your Highness, please allow me to introduce my brother, Prince Sokka”

“A pleasure to meet you”

Sokkas gaze and thoughts had wandered elsewhere, he hadn’t even registered the Fire Lord reaching out to shake his hand until his sister elbowed him in the ribs.

“Ow! Uh I mean- the pleasure is all mine your highness” He quickly regained control of himself and dropped both his hand and his gaze to the pale one reaching out to him. Katara gave him another sharp nudge from behind, reminding him of societal rules.

He lifted his gaze to the Fire Lords face, pale skin slashed on one side with more of that brutal red and then… his gaze settled finally upon the young lords eyes… and all but a single word emptied from his mind. They were-

Gold

(should I write Zukos POV hehehe)

#avatar the last airbender #sokka #zuko #atla #sokka avatar the last airbender #zukka nation #zuko x sokka #zukka au #adult zukka #zukka incorrect quotes #Zukka #zukka fic idea #Zukka one shot #Atla Au #soulmate au #Zukka soulmate Au

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