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traitor. (sokka x f!reader) pt 24

a/n: this chapter was a bit of a breath of fresh air since I wrote partially in Sokka’s POV. Sometimes Y/N feels bog me down and I get uninspired ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tw: internalized homophobia

{Sokka’s POV}

The next few days passed without interruption. The sun still rose and set, but it felt like no time was passing at all. One minute you would be eating breakfast, the next minute you’re watching the sky turn into an orangey-pink haze as the sun dipped behind the mountains. At least that’s how Sokka felt. 

Everyone seemed to be enjoying their time at the Western Air Temple, and Sokka couldn’t blame them. It was a safe place to relax while still training. They didn’t have to move to a new camp everyday; it finally felt like things were looking up for them, even if a little bit. Not to mention it was beautiful there. The architecture was amazing, and in the first few days there Sokka had explored every bit of the temple he could get to on foot. 

Sokka should have been at the top of the list of people spouting love for being at the temple, but he wasn’t. He didn’t even know if he remotely liked it. Because the only thing he wanted to do was hang out with his girlfriend; find somewhere to watch that hazy sunset with her, wander through parts of the temple he hadn’t quite gotten to yet, walk along the creek at the bottom of the canyon, their held hands swinging between them. Hey, what could he say, Sokka was a romantic. However, Y/N was rarely to be found since her rescue. And today was no exception. 

Sokka sidled up to his sister in the courtyard. She was sitting up against one of the tall pillars watching Aang and Zuko practice firebending. She bounced a small bubble of water up and down with a couple of her fingers while she watched. It was still amazing to see how far she had come with her waterbending, almost a year ago she could barely lift water into the air with absolute concentration, now she was doing it without even looking. Wait, who was she staring at?

Oh. Sokka wrinkled his nose and wondered if it was well within his Big Brother Rights to tell her to stop staring at Aang, or maybe even tell the boys to move elsewhere. Sokka chose to stay quiet and instead slipped into her line of vision. 

“What’s up, Sokka?” At a wave of Katara’s hand the bubble dissipated, joining with the muggy air. 

“Have you seen Y/N? I wanted to hang out with her.” 

Katara shook her head but then perked up. “Oh! I think she said that she was going swimming with Suki at the pond since it was so hot.”

Sokka frowned. “Oh.”

Katara’s face softened into that look of pity you’d give a kid when they were picked last to play games. Sokka hated that face. “Did she not invite you?”

“No.” It was hard to keep the disappointment out of his voice. 

“What’s going on with you two? Are you guys fighting or something?”

Sokka came around to her side and slid down the stone and stared at the cracks in the flagstone. “We’re not fighting. Why? Did she say something to you?”

Sokka could feel Katara’s eyes on the side of his head but he didn’t feel like facing her. Not with the conversation they were having. “She hasn’t really talked to me much since she came back actually.” Katara lined her foot up next to Sokka’s, digging the heel of her boot into the dirt. “I was just wondering is all.”

Sokka waited a few beats before asking the question he really wanted to ask. Even as he said it, a flush crept up his neck and over his cheeks. “Do you think I need to be worried? About them spending so much time together?”

“Worried?” Katara furrowed her brow. A small smile flitted across her face like she was about to make a joke about his jealousy but it faded and a look of realization came over her face. “Oh. Um.” 

She seemed to think on his words for a moment, maybe even replaying the moments when she saw Suki and Y/N together, though she didn’t know everything; he was the only one who had seen them holding hands on the airship. And training together. And looking at each other…

Katara folded her hands in her lap, clearly just as uncomfortable as Sokka felt. “I think we both know that Y/N has trouble with friendships and boundaries. I have no doubts that she likes you. But maybe she doesn’t realize she’s pushing you away. Maybe in their eyes, everything they’re doing, they’re doing as friends.”

Sokka wasn’t sure if anything she said had helped but it had definitely made him think. “Yeah…”

“What are you guys talking about?” It was hard to miss Aang bounding up to them, sweaty from practices–Zuko right on his heels–wondering why the Water Tribe siblings were trading hushed whispers. 

“Nothing,” Sokka stood up too quickly and shoved his hands in his pockets. His eyes slid over the both of them and he began walking away. “See you guys later.”

“Uhh, okay? See you later?” Sokka didn’t turn around to look at Aang’s face, just kept walking, back inside the temple. 

Sokka didn’t need to be Toph to hear Katara mutter. “I’ll tell you later.” 

He decided to ignore that in favor of sulking. He’d already planned how he was going to climb up to the highest level of the temple, maybe sit on the edge of one of the many windowsill and stare at the sunset all by himself. 

But it was as if talking about Y/N manifested her. She and Suki came back up from wherever they were, laughing and carrying on, dripping water everywhere. Sokka watched as Y/N came up behind Zuko and wrung her hair out on the back of his shirt with a giggle. Zuko made a strangled noise and pushed her hands away.

“Why would you do that?”

Y/N grinned. “‘Cause.”

Sokka either lost interest in being alone the moment he spotted her, or gained a lot of nerve. “Hey, Y/N,”

All of their heads turned in his direction but Y/N was the only one he was focused on. “Yeah?”

“You wanna go for a walk around the temple?”

“Sure!” Y/N’s smile brightened a fraction and she skipped over to him, reaching for his outstretched hand. 

—

“What do you think this room was?” Y/N dragged her hand over one of the benches and then twirled around with her arms outstretched in the middle of the circular room. 

“How would I know?” Sokka didn’t mean to sound so unkind and cursed himself for how it came out. 

However, Y/N let his words breeze by her, only playfully pouting in return. “You’ve been to more Air Temples than I. I thought you might know.”

Sokka took the time to look around, breaking his gaze from her. “It looks like a place for praying or meditation.”

Y/N replied with a hum. At the peak of the roof were small skylights that would have allowed more sunlight to enter had it been earlier in the day and Sokka could hear the wind whistling through them, he could even feel it flutter across his face. Y/N could too, she was still standing in the middle of the room but her head was tilted back and her arms were thrown wide and her eyes were closed, feeling the wind. 

Why did she have to be like that? 

So.. her, sometimes. 

Sokka didn’t know how to describe what he was thinking other than that’s just how he felt. It was all consuming, being around her. Something about Y/N was magnetizing, she commanded every room she entered, and that meant he couldn’t be mad at anyone for looking at her the same way he did. Sokka decided this was a place for prayer, even if it wasn’t for the Air Nomads. It was for him, simply because Y/N was in the room. 

“Why’d you bring me up here?”

She was done basking in the middle of the room and now stood there watching him watch her. Sokka shoved his hands deeper in his pockets, embarrassed that she had caught him staring. 

Her expression made him want to forget everything he wanted to say and just spend time with her. She looked so carefree and happy. Happier than he’d seen her in days. Y/N’s hair was still damp from swimming and hung around her shoulders in waves and tangles. 

Sokka could already hear her, hours from now, begging for someone to help comb the tangles out her hair because she didn’t do it while it was wet. He should have reminded her to do that before calling her away to go on a walk. 

He scuffed his foot on the floor awkwardly which seemed to catch Y/N’s attention more than anything. Sokka still hadn’t said anything and now he was shifting around nervously. He scrambled to figure out how he wanted to say what he had to say. “I thought we should talk.”

“Oo-kay,” Y/N blinked and crossed her arms across her chest. Sokka knew better, it wasn’t defensive, it was protective. “What about?” She asked coolly. 

He’d brought her upstairs, away from the others, to talk about Suki, but now, Sokka was unsure if he wanted to say anything at all; worried more about the backlash of his assumption and the subsequent ignoring that would follow. He didn’t want to accuse Y/N of anything. Like Katara had mentioned, it was likely she didn’t even know what was going on. Was he being too clingy? Was he being possessive? 

“I’m not here to talk about any of that stuff with Azula, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Sokka trailed off.

“I wasn’t.” But Y/N’s shoulders visibly relaxed. “Then what was it?” She asked quizzically. 

Sokka sighed through his nose. “What’s going on with you? Since we got back from Boiling Rock you’ve been–” Sokka wanted to say distant, but she hadn’t been distant with everyone, just him. “If you’re not out training with Suki, you’re nowhere to be found,” he mumbled. 

Sokka didn’t quite like how he sounded: whiny, jealous. But he was in uncharted territory right now and he was letting his emotions get the best of him. He cared so much for Y/N he couldn’t stand not being able to talk to her. She still acted like a wild animal, like she was ready to get kicked out of the group at the slightest misstep. She took the blame for everything, she made it up by sacrificing herself for others, unaware of what it could cost her and those around her. 

So maybe Sokka was more than just confused, maybe he had another agenda too. Maybe he was a little mad at her for making the choice to save his tribe instead of herself, when getting caught had been his fault and maybe he was mad that she was always telling him to run and he did, instead of standing and fighting by her side. 

“I guess the better question is what’s not going on.” Y/N’s voice was clipped, she looked pissed–eyebrows furrowed and her lips set in a hard line–but she wasn’t looking at Sokka. She was staring at her hands, fisted in front of her. “I’m having a hard time readjusting, that’s all.”

Sokka’s eyes softened and whatever he was feeling faded into a dull ache. “Right. I’m sorry.” He looked down at his feet, embarrassed that he even brought her up here. 

“Was there anything else?” Y/N asked. 

Sokka fidgeted with his tunic. He paused, hyping himself up. It was now or never. “Should I be worried about you and Suki?” His words came out quickly, in one long breath. It took so long for Y/N to answer he was hoping she couldn’t understand him. 

“W-what?” Y/N sputtered. 

Sokka swallowed. “I noticed that you spend a lot of time together. And–and I don’t know, I thought that maybe you were mad at me or something. But then I kind of was thinking it was something else.” 

Y/N cocked her head. “Something else?” Her voice was a whisper.

Sokka could feel his face heat up and he couldn’t quite look at Y/N. “Do you…like her?”

Y/N’s nervous laugh echoed around the grotto. She walked over to sit down heavily on one of the benches, curling her legs under herself. She opened her mouth to speak but… nothing came out. She was at a loss for words, and Sokka knew why before she even said it.

“Y/N?” Sokka said desperately. 

“Sokka, I like you.” Her voice was just as desperate, her eyes were pleading with him. Don’t ask anymore questions, just take it.

But Sokka had never been one to just “take it”. He didn’t move from his spot, his feet felt like they were glued in place. “But there’s more to it isn’t there? I’m just really confused right now.” He ran a rough hand over the short section of his hair. “You’re ignoring me, you’re spending all your time with her and you honestly look at her like she hangs the stars!”

Y/N leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. “I–I don’t know what to say.”

“Just tell me the truth, it’s okay I can handle it.” Sokka straightened himself up like she was about to punch him.

Y/N twisted her hands in the legs of her pants, looking extremely uncomfortable. “I don’t want to say it out loud.” 

Sokka deflated. “What?”

“If I tell someone, it means that it’s true,” Y/N murmured. Y/N never sounded like she did right now. She was normally so loud and confident and right now she looked so small and childlike in the way she blinked up at him. 

“That what is true?” Sokka asked just as quietly.

Y/N chewed on the inside of her lip. “Sometimes my eyes linger a little too long on other pretty girls, and sometimes I think of them the way I should only think about boys.” 

The words left Sokka breathless, like he actually had been punched in the gut. The dull aching in his chest became the twisting of a knife. But if that wasn’t hard enough to hear, Y/N kept talking like she needed to explain herself. 

“It’s illegal in the Fire Nation. It’s wrong. In the end, I’ll just marry a boy so it doesn’t matter if I like girls too.” 

Sokka froze and shook his head, wondering if he’d heard her right. It didn’t matter if he was about to lose his girlfriend, Y/N needed a friend right now. “That does matter!”

“Why? It’s silly! I’m half-convinced it’s not even real. That I’m just making it all up,” Y/N wrapped her arms around herself.

Well this was a turn of events that Sokka did not foresee. “But it’s a part of you! You can’t just ignore it because some stuffy, old guys in charge say so.” 

“I don’t want it to be a part of me. That’s why I’ve always ignored it!” 

Sokka tipped his head to the side and Y/N looked away. “You’ve felt like this before?”

“I think forever.”

“Oh, Y/N.” Sokka sat on the bench next to her. He didn’t touch her, he didn’t even come near her. Y/N seemed grateful and despite everything, she seemed to relax a little when he got near her. Sokka felt like he was going to throw up.  

“It’s not wrong to feel that way, Y/N,” Sokka said after a while.

She started to refute him but Sokka interrupted her. “It’s not. I know you think it is, but I’m telling you it’s okay to feel that way.” 

“It’s not an option,” Y/N said, sounding very exasperated with Sokka.

He didn’t care, he would scream it if he had to. She had to know that there was nothing wrong with her. She had to know it. “It can be an option. When the war is over you can be with whomever you like, girl or boy. You can do whatever you want.” Sokka took a deep breath and let it out through his nose. “So, if you wanna break up….”

“What!” Y/N grabbed his arm. “No! I don’t want to break up with you!”

Sokka felt his knees go wobbly at the sudden rush and subsequent loss of adrenaline. “Oh thank Tui and La.” His head dropped into his hands as he felt hot tears of relief prick at his eyes. He was definitely not going to cry. 

Y/N rubbed a hand over Sokka’s back. “Did you really think that was going to be it? Is that why you brought us up here?”

Sokka sighed a little wistfully. “I didn’t know what was going to happen. I never know what is going through your head, Y/N.”

Out of the corner of Sokka’s eye he could see Y/N wringing her hands in her lap. He sat up and pulled her hands apart, his fingers sliding across her wrist before pulling away completely.

“I don’t mean to be distant with you. I’m just not used to being open with anyone. I’m working on it. If you’re ever unsure, you can always ask me what I’m thinking about.” 

And it really was that simple. Y/N didn’t have to be as closed off as Sokka had made her out to be. Here was a door and she was opening it wide for him to come inside. He couldn’t help but look at her with adoration. He really couldn’t think of anyone else he would ever want to be with. 

Y/N pulled him out of his thoughts with a squeeze of her cold hand around his wrist. “Why do you look at me like that?”

Sokka’s body went cold. “Like what?” he managed to choke out. 

—

{Y/N’s POV}

The thought was so absurd, Y/N almost didn’t say it. But the look in Sokka’s eyes told her to do otherwise. “Like you love me.”

“So what if I did?”

Y/N’s breath was stolen from her lungs. She turned her face away because staring at Sokka’s hopeful eyes was the last thing she needed. 

She wanted to tell him not to; to change his mind or maybe get it through his thick, but hopelessly sweet brain that this was never going to go past where it was. 

So what if it did? Her own brain mocked. 

She was so in her own head that she almost missed what Sokka was saying. 

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same right now. But I also can’t help how I feel.” His head was bowed and Y/N could see the flush on his cheeks. The last thing Y/N wanted was for him to be embarrassed for telling her something so personal and meaningful. She quickly pushed aside her own feelings and laid her cheek on his shoulder. 

Y/N willed herself to put as much emotion as possible into the words she was going to say next. “I’m sorry but I can’t say it now. It doesn’t mean I don’t care about you though.” 

“I know that,” Sokka muttered. He was still disappointed, she could tell. 

Y/N felt her heart racing in her chest. She felt like she was losing control over something. On one level, she was excited, of course she was excited; a boy she liked just said he loved her. But on another level, Y/N’s brain was just screaming at her, telling her to figure out why he would say something like that to her. 

And that carried on through the rest of the night, even as they sat down for dinner. Y/N was squished between Aang and Zuko on one side of the fire, Sokka between his sister and Toph on the other side, Hakoda, Suki, Teo, Haru and The Duke filling in the gaps between them. 

Loving her friends wasn’t absurd. Loving Sokka as a friend wasn’t absurd. She already knew those things to be true. She could look at each and everyone of them and list off the things she loved about them. But Loving Sokka? 

It wasn’t unimaginable. 

It was strange nonetheless. 

I love you. Those words were heavy on Y/N’s mind. They signaled a change, an acknowledgement of something different. One that Y/N had never thought of and one she wasn’t sure she wanted to admit to just yet. 

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a/n: A short little part as a Valentine’s Day present!! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. School is kicking my butt currently so this is to tide you over for a while 

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traitor. (sokka x f!reader) pt 23

prequel | part 1 | part 22 

A/N: yay!! here she is!! Lots of awkward, cringey moments, but they’re 15!! of course they’re cringey!! what will the gaang do with Y/N??? if you haven’t read my prequel of ‘Traitor’ with Zuko, I highly suggest you check it out. There are references of that story in this part!

On the flight to the Western air temple, Y/N couldn’t help stare out the window for most of it. It was more than refreshing to be able to see mountains and trees again. She never realized how much she missed them until she thought she’d never see them again.

“Are you excited to see your friends again?” Suki asked as she snuck up behind Y/N. She wondered if Suki was always so light on her feet.

“Extremely,” Y/N admitted. “As much as I enjoyed our time in prison together…” Y/N laughed at the joke and Suki joined in. 

She grabbed Y/N’s hand and joined her at the window, together they watched the trees below them blur into a dark hazy patch as the sun began to set. “I know we made a lot of jokes about how well we did in prison, but I really thought we wouldn’t get out of there. I mean,” Suki sighed. “There’s always a chance we don’t win this war. No one wants to say it but, I know you understand it.”

Y/N nodded in agreement. It was true. Keeping hope alive was good for them all, but once in a while you needed to look at the reality of a situation. Y/N’s friends didn’t always like doing that. (They were all so optimistic. It was refreshing, and tiring all at the same time)

Suki shrugged. “Anyways, enough of that talk. I’m excited to see Team Avatar too. And, I can’t wait to have more room than just my cell to train!” 

“Yes!” Y/N said. She squeezed Suki’s hand in excitement. “And I’ll have my sword back! I swear, I’ll probably be training all day; Sokka’s going to get tired of me asking him to spar with me.”

“We should spar, Y/N! I can teach you all of the Kyoshi warriors moves and you can teach me some of those Fire Nation hand-to-hand combat moves I saw you using on that acrobat!” Suki exclaimed.

“That sounds amazing, we–” Y/N was interrupted by Sokka meeting them in the hallway. 

“Guys, we’re gonna be landing soon–” He paused, eyes flickering down to their hands and then back up to meet their faces. “If you wanted to come to the doors.”

Y/N smiled. “Of course. We’ll be right there.” 

Sokka opened his mouth to say something else but immediately closed it, turning away with a blush high on his cheeks. Only then did Y/N realize that she and Suki had never untangled their hands.

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traitor. (sokka x f!reader) pt 22

part 1 | part 21

a/n: just for clarification… one of these days Y/N will be happy. I promise. For being set in prison, this is a pretty upbeat chapter. She’s surrounded by her simps so that helps. Also, let it be clear, no Sokka/Suki kiss in her cell for obvious reasons. I like to think of her as being really happy for Sokka and Y/N, plus she’s like soooo wlw.  

Y/N had heard all about The Boiling Rock. 

It was the most notorious prison in the Fire Nation which meant kids at school had endless stories and rumors about the place. That also meant that any knowledge that Y/N could remember about the place was probably not true. 

She spent the whole balloon ride there chewing on the skin around her nails and wondering what was going to happen once she got there. 

Y/N tried not to think about the harsh words her father had said to her. It had been the same rhetoric he had spouted over the years, before and after bad training sessions, or any time she got into any type of trouble. It didn’t matter that it was the same thing she’d hear time and time again–about how she lacked the strength and determination that all of her ancestors had carried high on their shoulders–it all still hurt. Each and every time she heard it, she started to believe it a little more. The games her father liked to play on her mind were always bound to catch up to her. Even though she had just learned that her father would rather see her dead than alive on the other side of the war, she was still feeling guilty for disappointing him again. 

Y/N took a deep breath through her nose filling her lungs with the hot air from inside the airship. She held for a pause and let it out slowly; she kept doing that, staving off the tears that were bound to come. It would be better for her if she didn’t cry in front of her fellow prisoners. She would only need to keep her cool for a little bit longer, tonight, when she was alone in the cell she would get to call home, she could muffle her cries into the lumpy pillow that was bound to be under her head. And then she could be happily numb to it all. Her father, the war, her friends. Sokka. Feelings couldn’t be felt at Boiling Rock. The only way she was going to survive was if she felt nothing at all. 

Y/N spent the day as they travelled looking around the airship at the rest of the prisoners on board. They were all in separate cells and she was only able to visualize a few of them. Large men with lots of tattoos seemed to be the main character, but one thing was certain. Hakoda wasn’t one of them. Y/N didn’t want to think about why he was left behind.

The farther they traveled the warmer it got too. The metal that surrounded them was unforgiving and trapped the humidity making it hard to breathe. Y/N wanted to drop to her knees and thank the gods when she finally felt the airship touch the ground. Except that outside it was just as hot as inside and smelled like sulfur from the volcano the prison was situated on. 

Each and every prisoner was handcuffed before they stepped off the airship. The guard that had waved fire in her face and threatened to burn Y/N’s fingers off latched hers. He was young and smirked at her as he tightened the cuffs to the point that her hands went numb. Y/N leaned forward and spit on his boots before she stepped away.

She was shuffled onto one of the gondolas with the rest of the prisoners in a single file line. Y/N did her best to school her expression. Terror spread through her body like a wildfire, so strong that her knees shook, but this was the last place she needed to look scared. She tightened her jaw and stared blankly ahead of her. Staying blissfully numb wasn’t working quite yet. She began to think about her friends; where they were and how they were doing. Was Aang still worried about firebending? Or had his worries shifted to the comet by now? Was Katara trying to mediate the situation? Was Sokka mad at Y/N? She groaned inwardly. Oh man, he would be mad when he found out what she got herself into. 

Y/N picked at the collar of the shirt they’d made her change into. It was thick, almost burlap material. They even smelled like it too. It itched her neck and her back where it touched her skin just a little too much. The pants were no better on her waist. After making her change in front of them, the female guards had let her into the yard that Y/N had seen from the gondola. Y/N kicked her shoe against the packed dirt and looked at her surroundings. High walls surrounded her, topped with razor-sharp wire. It was a meaningless deterrent, the whole prison was surrounded by a boiling lake, no one could get out of here. 

Y/N leaned against the wall as she surveyed the prisoners around her. 

Then, Y/N did a double take.

It was impossible. It couldn’t be. Suki?

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I love your matchups, if you have time i’d love one :) pisces-writing,baking,putting playlists together-ppl who say their bdays are their favorite holidays,when ppl push your boundaries they know you have-analyzing things-pushing ppl’s buttons,staying focused-shy at first, then outgoing, competitive to almost a fault, i have adhd, (told i act a lot like ty lee from atla), id like combat but isn’t necessary at all, istp-t

Hi, hope you like this!

I give you.....

Siren Song

Quirk type: emmiter/transformation

Quirk summary: you have the ability to manipulate people by singing about what you want them to do, and you can control multiple people at once, or who ever is in earshot of you. You also gain the ability to swim perfectly under water because you gain mermaid features once you come in contact with it if you so choose, and can breathe underwater.

Drawbacks: you can only pitch out one command at a time, and once you start a new one the people under the old break free from it because you had to stop. And you have to transform into your siren form at least once a day.

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traitor. (sokka x f!reader) pt 21

part 1 | part 20

a/n: annnnnnd another Day of the Black Sun chapter!! I promise this is the last one. I’m really just putting Y/N through it in these last few chapters aren’t I? writing the chapter like this was not the original plan but i had a dream about it and then a very timely anon asked me if y/n was going to be in a Fire Nation prison and I figured… hey why the fuck not you know?

Also! Haruki is Y/N second oldest brother, and again, Ren is her oldest. 

tw: verbal/physical abuse, fighting. Yes, her dad was always going to be this bad of a guy, I just never planned on them meeting up again.

Y/N huddled between Sokka and Katara as the Fire Nation army dropped bombs over where they hid. Aang and Toph had resurrected a small cliff jutting out of the mountainside to protect them, but even that was cracking under the pressure. 

When the bombing stopped, Katara crawled out first. She pointed out towards the water. “Why aren’t they turning around and attacking? They’re headed towards the beach.” 

Aang joined Katara, Sokka and Y/N at the edge of the path. The four of them watched as the airships seemingly retreated from them, headed in the completely opposite direction. 

“They’re going to destroy the submarines!” Aang shouted suddenly. 

As Y/N watched the Fire Nation balloons fly towards the beach, hurrying to destroy their only way out, the pit in her stomach grew larger. After the rest of the failures of today, Y/N wasn’t even surprised. 

“We’re trapped,” she muttered. 

“How are we going to get out of here now?” Sokka asked no one in particular. He was voicing the same question they all had. 

“We aren’t,” Hakoda said from just under the cliff. He leaned on Bato heavily, still holding his injured side. 

“Then we have to stand and fight,” Sokka furrowed his brow in determination. “We have Aang, we can still win.”

“With the Avatar we could still win, but on another day.” Hakoda, with effort, took his arm from around Bato and pulled himself to his full, brawny height. “You kids have to leave.”

Leave? Y/N’s eyes widened at the thought. Was Hakoda possibly suggesting that they leave the rest of his fleet here to fend for themselves?

“What?!” Katara rushed forward to grab her father’s arms. “We can’t leave you behind. We’re not leaving anyone behind.” 

Hakoda bent down to look his daughter in the eyes. “You’re our only chance in the long run. You have to take Aang somewhere safe. You have to keep hope alive.”

Katara looked away from her father, back to her friends. Y/N could see the tears flooding her eyes at the thought of leaving her father behind–losing him–once again. Y/N’s heart ached for Katara. It ached for Sokka too. He was about to take on so much responsibility. He was also about to shove the full brunt of the blame for the invasion plan not working onto his own shoulders; Y/N could already see the guilt wearing on him with the way he looked at his father.

“The adults will stay behind and surrender. We will be prisoners, but we’ll all survive this battle,” Bato said, his voice morose. 

Y/N felt a rush of urgency roll through her body. As much as she could see that Katara and Sokka didn’t like the idea, they weren’t speaking up against it. No one had an idea that was better. Except for maybe Y/N. She couldn’t let the rest of them stay behind like sitting turtle-ducks, waiting to be picked up and imprisoned. She had to do something.

“No way. I’m not going to let that happen.” Y/N’s voice rang through the troops. She didn’t stop there, not after stunning everyone into silence. She approached Hakoda and Katara stepped away to stand next to him. “I can get you out of here.”

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We don’t talk enough about “The Beach” in terms of Azula (long essay) 

Okay so, I have not stopped thinking about this episode and how it reveals Azula’s entire self image and how it foreshadows her breakdown. So here’s a deep dive: 

We start the episode off with this premise: for the first time in the series we get to see Azula as a normal teenager. We’ve seen her in combat, we’ve seen her as a political force to be reckoned with, and we’ve seen her within her messed-up family. But in this episode we’re seeing her on vacation. From the beginning of the episode, we think that it’s going to be Zuko on edge (”doing nothing is a waste of time, we’re being sent away on a forced vacation”) and Azula enjoying her time off (”lighten up, so dad wants to meet with his advisors alone, without anyone else around. Don’t take it so personally”). But that doesn’t exactly happen. While by no means does Zuko have an easy time on their ‘forced vacation,’ the episode reveals Azula’s weakness and hidden insecurities and foreshadows her breakdown in the series finale. 

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let’s talk about ty lee

there’s this one, very overlooked line from “the beach” that I just find fascinating. ty lee is trying to pacify zuko, at which he yells

to which ty lee sighs and responds quietly, wistfully

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love like summer rain;

✰ part seven ✰ read part six here ✰ masterlist ✰

|| summary - bokuto was never your first pick as a co-counselor, but eight weeks is plenty of time to change your mind

pairing: bokuto x fem!reader genre: fluffy camp counselor au, slow burn, mutual pining length: 960

✰ a/n: alright this part is a bit short just like i promised ! it’s really just acts as the final little build up to the final part, but i hope you’ll still enjoy it <3

⋆week seven⋆

Much like the lingering touch of your pinky promise, you couldn’t help but notice how every touch between you and Bokuto seemed to draw itself out, becoming an increasingly natural sensation for you. You became accustomed to the weight of his arm draped around your shoulder and the gentle pressure of his hand pressed onto your thigh as he spoke to you. Your hand always seemed to brush his as you walked by him, and you two seemed to playfully bump into each other more often than before. Even now you found yourself letting your hand linger against his cheek as you verified his helmet was secure.

Today the campers were doing the canopy tour, which is a series of ziplines connected by platforms built upon the trunks of trees. The kids were jittering with nervous excitement, but after easily gliding across the first segment, they became much more relaxed, finally being able to appreciate their new elevated view. The activity required three facilitators so that a counselor could always be on a platform ready to accept or sent off campers. Someone from rec staff was taking the lead, while Bokuto was in charge of the middle. Since you were bringing up the rear, you were barely able to interact with Bokuto with him taking off to the next platform as soon as you arrived. You didn’t let yourself be upset by this, however, and looked forward to your favorite segment, which is the longest and goes right across the lake. With the sun setting slowly in the sky, you were already anticipating a great view.

Securing your hook on the line you pushed off the platform with ease, eyes immediately focusing on the glittering gold surface of the lake. You could make out the forms of another group out on the canoes, which caused nostalgia to churn in your stomach. The wind was whistling in your ears, but you could easily imagine the echo of their laughter. You couldn’t help but think about the first time you went out on the canoes with your group, and how that was the moment you first began falling for Bokuto. Just the mere thought of him has you looking forward, an incredible urge to see his bright smile that warmed your insides in the way the sun couldn’t.

His eyes were already on you, which had seemed to be a common occurrence lately, and you wondered how long you had been oblivious to the fondness in his golden-eyed gaze.  When did he start seeing you as something more than Kuroo’s friend or his co-counselor?

You were approaching his form faster now, and you saw your shock mirrored on his face when you realized you were coming in too fast. You quickly placed your gloved palm on the line, wincing from the heat of the friction, but at least it slowed you a little bit. You wouldn’t slam full force into the tree, but already anticipating a somewhat painful impact, you closed your eyes, bracing yourself.

It wouldn’t be the first time you received a nasty bruise from a tree, so you were all too prepared for the rough feeling of the bark that never came. Instead, you felt two arms strongly wrap around your torso, absorbing your momentum. You grunted at the impact and felt your body slightly jerked backward from the abrupt stop, but Bokuto pressed your body back up against his chest. Feeling your feet touch the platform, you opened your eyes, your view slightly obscured from Bokuto’s shoulder. As you regained your balance, one of your hands gripped Bokuto’s bicep while the other fisted the material of his shirt.

You pulled back slightly, your chest rising and falling at an uneven pace, and your eyes darted to Bokuto’s face. He wore a slight grimace, but when he met your eyes, it melted away quickly, being replaced by a relieved grin.

“I’m sorry” your voice came out breathily, barely above a whisper. It was your fault for not paying attention to your speed and distance. Your chest was pressed close to his, and you could feel him suck in a breath, but you were mainly focused on the proximity of your faces. You could see the flecks of brown in his amber eyes, which softened as he squeezed your waist a bit tighter.

“I think you’re supposed to say thank you” he gave you a crooked grin, and you couldn’t help but melt under his steadily sparkling gaze.

“Thank you,” you said softly, causing him to loosen his grip on your waist. One hand came to rest on your hip, however, like he wanted to verify that you were steady. You grinned down at it fondly,  before remembering the other sets of eyes that were staring at you intently.

“Told ya I wouldn’t let anyone hit a tree today!” Bokuto exclaimed brightly to the campers echoing his earlier promise meant to assuage their nerves. You supposed you and Bokuto had become experts at avoiding the camper’s teasing. They seemed all too keen on pointing out moments of intimacy between the two of you despite your constant reminders that you two were just friends. You would never divulge the feeling of satisfaction you felt when some of your girls would tell you in the safety of your cabin that they thought you and Bokuto would make a good couple. You would always roll your eyes, but you wondered what Bokuto’s reaction would be to those words.

As you watched his retreating form glide across to the next platform, you realized the questions swimming around in your head were only increasing, and if you wanted the end of this summer to be satisfying, you might just have to find the courage to ask him them yourself.

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traitor (sokka x f!reader) pt 20

part 1 | part 19

A/N: Azula and Y/N clearly can’t get enough of one another. Talk about toxic, am I right? There’s this on going theme of Y/N being caught in the middle; between Sokka and Katara, between Azula and Zuko, between the Gaang and the Fire Nation. Just because she’s got everything “figured out” now, doesn’t mean this goes away. 

Y/N jumped down from Appa’s back on to the rocky edge of the mountain. She grabbed Sokka’s hand and the two of them picked their way over to where Toph was checking out the ground. 

“There are natural tunnels running all over inside the mountain. We have to be in the right spot.” 

Y/N nodded once. “After you, Dirt Queen.”

Toph smiled with sharp teeth. “My pleasure.” It took only a flick of her wrist for the ground to crumble under her bending. She led them through the hole she made, directly into one of the tunnels. 

“What would we do without you, Toph!”

“Well you wouldn’t be here, that’s for sure.” She quipped back at Sokka. 

At first they were able to walk up-right through the tunnels, ducking here and there to avoid stalagtites, but the farther they went into the mountain, the lower the ceiling got; and the hotter the air. Eventually, all four of them were on their hands and knee crawling. 

“Toph, I’m not one to question you, but–” Y/N wiped an annoying drop of sweat tickling her forehead, “–I’m questioning you.” She looked uneasily at the lava over her shoulder. That was new in the last hundred feet. It dripped from the walls into pools on the ground next to them and below them. It was unsettlingly silent. 

“Well, don’t!” Toph shouted back from the front of their line. “We’re close, I can feel it.” 

Y/N groaned wearily. She was not a fan of tight spaces. In front of her, Y/N heard Sokka shout like a stuck pig as he narrowly avoided getting lava dripped on him. He turned to give Y/N an incredulous look. “These are the tunnels you played in as a kid?”

Y/N shook her head and felt her topknot brush the ceiling. She grimaced and ducked down, not wanting to even think about what was living up there… “Not exactly like these.”

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The boot lickers really like to correct two points:

Breonna Taylor was not sleep when she was shot: true, she was awoken by the battering ram used to crash her door in at 1am.

Police didn't shoot first: also true. Kenneth shot an officer in the leg when they entered and, naturally, because they're all scared incompetent knobs, they responded in a hail of bullets, eight of which entered Breonna.

The cops claim to have knocked and announced themselves. This is a lie. No neighbors heard them announce themselves. Furthermore, they obtained a no-knock warrant specifically for the sole purpose of carrying out a drug raid by catching a drug dealer off guard and forcibly entering without warning (such as a knock and announcement). They wanted that specific warrant so much they misrepresented evidence to a judge to get it. So they did all that and got a warrant saying they did not have to knock or announce themselves and then just went on ahead and did it anyway? Cause they're just so polite?

They were also in civilian clothing and either not wearing body cams or had them turned off. So I'm not even sure how their word was just taken on all that.

They have indicted ONE cop for something that had nothing to do with her murder, it was for endangering the lives of OTHER residents by opening fire inside of an apartment complex.

A reminder that the person they were looking for, Breonna's ex-boyfriend, was already in custody at the time they murdered her.

A reminder that the mail investigator or whoever they claimed to get a tip from to get the warrant said they lied.

A reminder that the cops submitted an almost blank report with blatant lies, including that Breonna was not injured.

A reminder the prosecution tried to get Breonna's ex-boyfriend to implicate her in his crimes in April, after they had killed her.

A reminder that because of Breonna's case, no-knock warrants are no longer allowed in Louisville (but they knocked right?)

A reminder that the city settled out of court for $12M in the wrongful death suit, so they possibly feared losing in court and paying more.

Edit: every single thing in this post is based on news and reporting I've seen or heard since April. I've made nothing up.

This was a post I made high on emotion upon reading the decision on Breonna's murder. Maybe I left things out. Perhaps I've missed updates or don't have all the current information. If I got something wrong, I got something wrong. Oh well, big case, easy to find sources and get updated and correct information. Nothing will change that this was murder. No slip here will justify the cops' actions.

I'm not an investigator or a journalist. This is a blog post.

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traitor (sokka x f!reader) pt 19

part 1 | part 18

A/N: Hey guys!! 😌 much like how the Day of the Black Sun is split into two episodes, I’ve decided to split Traitor’s retelling into two separate parts as well just to keep the word count down. This part is the build up to the Big Showdown between Y/N and Azula (if you can call it that). I hope you enjoy!! (I think I’ve mentioned this before but no, Y/N didn’t know that Azula knew about the Invasion plan. They had parted ways before she was told.)

Y/N’s arms were pillowed under her head; her elbow pressed against Toph’s as they laid on their backs lounging in the sunlight. Beside her, Toph was tapping one of her feet on the ground. It was the only indication that she was nervous for what was going to come today. The Day of the Black Sun, the invasion, and hopefully, an end to The Hundred Year War. The most jarring part was that today felt like any other day. Y/N could smell the salt from the ocean beneath the cliff they’d camped on, there was a warm breeze that carried the only relief from the blazing heat. Summer was hitting full force now and even though it was morning, Y/N was sweating. 

Y/N’s eyes were closed but she could feel the shadow of a person stand over her. She peeked one eye open and regarded Katara standing above her, her face hidden by the halo of sunlight behind her. 

“Do me a favor,” Katara said quietly.

“Yeah?” Y/N sat up and took the two cups Katara held out to her. “See if you can get Sokka to drink this tea. He didn’t eat breakfast this morning.”

Y/N nodded and walked over to where Sokka was sitting near the edge of the cliff. He was pouring over his maps for what seemed like the thousandth time in the past few days. He didn’t even acknowledge Y/N when she knelt next to him. She balanced her cup between her knees and tugged at the hand that his chin was propped on. She pressed the cup into his hands with a soft smile, one that he returned. 

Y/N traced a finger around the caldera on the map that was home to the Fire Nation palace. “Are you ready?” She asked Sokka. 

He took a while to answer because he was drinking down half of his tea in one go. “As I’ll ever be. What about you? You’re the only one who hasn’t said anything about it.”

Y/N kept her eyes fixed on the maps under her hand. They were accurate but not elaborate. You couldn’t see how beautiful the city was from the paper underneath her fingertips, or how blue the lakes were around the palace walls. Somewhere underneath the pile was her own map that she’d drawn for Aang. She was the only person who knew the inside of the palace and he needed her knowledge to find Ozai when the time came. While explaining the best path to take to get to the Fire Lord’s throne room, she’d forced herself to stay on task, no matter how badly she wanted to use that time to point out where her room was, and where the training grounds were, and the kitchens where she would sneak down and steal pastries and fruit in the middle of the night. 

She wondered absently what was going to be left when the invasion was over and the Fire Lord was taken down. 

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Hi! This is a small lil’ zuko x reader drabble for @sokkascroptop​ ‘s sokka x reader series Traitor,, so of course, ALL credits goes to her! <3

Also! English isn’t my first language, so please ignore any spelling or grammar errors!

Read Traitor here :)

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“You know, you don’t always have to pretend to like my brother all the time,” Azula snarled, looking at Y/N expectantly. The sun is setting, light from it shining to where she sits at the stump of the willow tree in the palace gardens.

“I don’t pretend to like him, ‘Zula,” Y/N sat up from her spot at the edge of the pond. She plopped down next to Azula, layed her legs over her friend’s, and fiddled with the grass beneath them. “He’s my friend too.”

Azula rolled her eyes, tossing a piece of fruit tart to the turtle ducks beside them. “He trails behind you like a lost turtle duck. Making moony eyes at you all the time, I’m surprised you haven’t acknowledged it yet.”

Y/N’s eyes widen. “What? No, he doesn’t!”

“Come on, Y/N, you can’t be that blind. If ZuZu isn’t roaming around the palace sulking, he’s with you — trying to impress you.” Azula scoffed.

Y/N mirrored her actions. For the most part, Azula was right, not that Y/N could tell. She never thought too hard as to why Zuko clung to her side. Usually, they’re glued together and it would take a force of nature to separate them. The days Y/N wasn’t with Azula, they’d spend hours at the willow tree talking about anything and everything that came to mind.

“Zuko and I are not like that, Azula. I’m sure if that were the case, I would know about it.”

“I’m just saying, Y/N. Everyone notices but you. He’s getting awfully close and I don’t like it,” Azula snarled. Y/N sighed and propped herself up onto her forearms. Why was Azula being like this? Why did she care so much that Y/N and Zuko were friends?

Just as Y/N was about to argue with Azula, she caught Zuko stomping toward his bedroom, muttering under his breath. She cocked an eyebrow at the boy and on instinct, Zuko met her eyes. He huffed and tapped his foot against the marble floor impatiently.

Y/N tilted her head and mouthed, “Talk later?”

Azula furrowed her eyebrows and followed Y/N’s line of sight. She crossed her arms over her chest and slumped against the bark of the tree.  “When will you get it through your head, Y/N.”

-

The wavering light of her candle illuminates the floor in front of her for each stride, and she hesitates once she sees the broad doors of Zuko’s bedroom appear through the darkened corridor. Y/N took a deep breath and knocked at the door lightly.

Two seconds later, Zuko opened the door, and Y/N hurried to comment. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Zuko looked at her sheepishly and ducked his head, then opened up the door wider for Y/N to walk in. She made her way to his bed patting the spot next to her, mentioning Zuko to sit next to her. He scooted close to her, feeling the warmth of her body against his side, and Y/N let her head slump against his shoulder.

He stiffened suddenly. They’d been physically affectionate before, hugging goodbye, once in a while holding hands, and sometimes even a peck on the cheek. These were rare instances that they never acknowledged themselves and never spoke about again.

“Are you okay?” Y/N’s voice is hushed.

Zuko remained silent until Y/N felt the tension in his muscles ease. The prolonged touch dizzied Zuko but didn’t dare pull away. He sighed and placed his head atop of Y/N’s.

“Now, grumpy pants. Are you going to tell me what’s wrong, or do you want to stay like this pouting until one of us falls asleep?” Y/N let out a wiry laugh and turned to glance at him.

“Y/N…” Zuko scolded, but the corners of his mouth rose. “If I tell you what’s wrong, can you play with my hair?”

Zuko’s eyes widened. “Sorry! My mother used to do it wh-“

Y/N’s lips curled into a gentle smile when she caught his hand in hers. Her fingertips were tracing along his knuckles and palm with languid circles as a small comfort. “I got it. Of course, I can.”

He stopped and looked at her. Y/N scooted deeper into the bed until her feet reached the edge. Zuko moved to lay horizontally from Y/N, and she was able to lightly lay his head on her lap. “Are you ready to talk now?”

He nodded, picked up her hand, and started fidgeting with her fingers. “It’s my father. I can’t ever please him. Comparing me to Azula all the time… That’s all he ever does!”

“ZuZu…” Y/N sighed, using her free hand to run her fingers through his hair tenderly.

His eyes fluttered shut. “What am I doing wrong?”

Y/N idly traced along the curvature of his nose, and she rubbed delicate circles in the middle of his furrowed brows. “You are not doing anything wrong. Look at me, Zuko.”

He looked up at her, his eyes flickering with hurt and irritation. Y/N moved the stray hairs that splayed across his forehead, then cups his cheek, her thumb gingerly caressing his cheekbone. “Trust me when I say this: you are so special and you are nothing of what your father says you are.”

Zuko nuzzled his head into her palm. A soft pink coated his cheeks. In every sense of the word, Y/N became a comfort for him after his mother left. He’d tried to hide it as best as he could and not become codependent, albeit Y/N was too oblivious to notice. He doesn’t think he has met anyone so caring before. She was the first one other than his mother to care for him. It went both ways. She always clung to him for support too. She made him feel a little less broken and dark inside because she took all his love and threw it right back at him.

“You are going to do great things someday, Zuko, and I promise that I will always be by your side.”

The darkness within him drained at the feeling of her palm against his cheek and the whispering of soft reassurances. It was almost too much to handle without him tearing up. “You don’t know how much that means to me,” He picked up her hand and placed a delicate kiss to her palm. “Thank you.”

-

Y/N woke up to the hues of a soft morning sky and golden sunlight shining from the windows across her room. The faint sound of turtle ducks quacking makes her eyes flutter with movement and slowly, she comes too. She rubbed her eyes groggily as she got out of bed. Spirits, she hated mornings.

Later, Y/N trudged through the hallways of the palace with no actual destination in mind. At the same time, she rounds the corner into the next hallway, someone walks into her. Their bodies collide, and they fall harshly to the marble floor with a groan of pain and a tangle of sprawled limbs.

Zuko scrambles hastily, trying to find his footing and to see who he ran into. “Y/N! I was looking for you,”

Y/N kneels up and dusts off the thighs of her pants. “Oh, I-”

“I got these for you.” Zuko stammers, holding out a bouquet of firelilies at arm’s length. “I remember you saying how much you like them, so I got them for you as a thank you for last night.”

Her eyes flicker back and forth between Zuko and his outstretched arms with the flowers in hand. Her face flushed with pink along her cheeks and the tip of her nose.

Zuko stares at her with hopeful eyes and tries to wipe the sweat off of his hands, but he can’t. He had to focus on his breathing like he always did when he had to talk to her, think of what he wanted to say, and try to not make a fool of himself. He cleared his throat. “I know it’s not much, but I just wanted t-”

Y/N threw her arms around his shoulders so quickly he hadn’t been able to blink before she was upon him. She pulls away slightly, letting one of her arms drape over his shoulders while the other moves to cradle his face, and he instinctively leans into the touch. “They’re perfect. Thank you, Zuko.” She craned her neck and pressed a kiss into his cheek.

Zuko’s features softening the longer he looks at her. He pulls her back into a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, and his palms flatten on the back of her head and cradle her gently in the crook of his neck. Contact like this, the hugs, the hand holding, and the occasional cheek kisses are always brief. In the moment, Zuko feels like he’s not alone, like he had a safety net to fall into when he gets knocked down. In the moment, they’re everything and vibrant with life. In the moment, it’s just them.

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a/n: I was listening to seven by Taylor Swift and while writing this and I just had to take a minute because oUCH

anyway, thank you, @sokkascroptop, for letting me write this 🥰🥰

also,,, english??? weird language. i’ve been learning english since i was about 13 and even now i’m just like ???? what the fuck????

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Queen Hatshepsut of Ancient Egypt. She has a lovely smile for someone who’s been dead for thousands of years.

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traitor (sokka x f!reader) pt 18

part 1 | part 17

A/N: ah, so the long awaited “The Puppetmaster” episode. This has always been one of my favorites ❤️ Take Y/N’s commentary at the beginning how you want. Either Hama got the idea from an old Fire Nation scary story… or she’s been at this a lot longer than we originally though 🤭

Y/N looked up fondly at Sokka as he recounted what he called, “the scariest story he knew”. It was not scary in the slightest and from the other disinterested looks Y/N got from Katara and Aang and the way that Toph lolled her head back in boredom, none of the others thought so either. Every now and then Sokka would glance down at Y/N and she would give him an amused smirk and however he took it spurred him on through the story. When he was finished, he waited with a sly smile like he thought the four of them were about to start screaming.  

“I don’t know, I liked the story about ‘the man with the sword for a hand’ better.” Aang shrugged. 

Sokka pouted and sat back down next to Y/N. “You thought it was scary, right?”

Y/N raised her eyebrows and nodded. “Terrifying.” She linked an arm through his and they both leaned back on the fallen tree behind them.

Y/N watched Toph wrinkle her nose. “Water tribe slumber parties must suck.”

“I have one. And it’s a true Southern Water Tribe story.” Y/N’s ears perked up at the sound of Katara’s voice. She hadn’t spoken all night and she was the only one who hadn’t recounted a scary story. Her knees were pulled up and she had her arms wrapped around them, and the light from their fire danced across her face. 

Sokka seemed unperturbed. “Is this one of those ‘a friend of my cousin knew this one guy’ stories?”

“No.” Katara’s voice was sharp. “It happened to Mom.”

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JUSTICE HAS BEEN SERVED 

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traitor (sokka x f!reader) pt 17

part 1 | part 16

A/N: Best girl friends Katara & Y/N 😌How?? do people write chapters that are less than 4k. I’ve been cursed. Also, it’s canon now. They fist bump in the atla universe. 

Their second kiss was everything that the first wasn’t. Where that one had been quick and desperate; one that felt like it held all the words Sokka didn’t know how to say, the second was soft and full of happiness that they didn’t have to say anything at all. It was almost enough to make Y/N forget the dull ache in her side and the pounding of her head. But it wasn’t long before they were interrupted. 

“I’ll check in here–woah.” Aang stood just outside the tent with his jaw on the floor. “Sorry!” He squeaked, a pink blush lighting up his cheeks. He ran off and Sokka and Y/N were alone again. They shared a look of horror and scrambled apart. 

“Do you think he saw?” Sokka grimaced. 

Y/N widened her eyes. “‘Do you think he saw?’” she mimicked in his deeper voice then promptly shoved her face in her hands. Oh gods, Y/N didn’t know that this level of embarrassment existed. 

She only had a second to think of an excuse for what they had been doing, because as soon as Aang had disappeared, Katara replaced him. 

She paid no attention to Y/N who was furiously blushing and smacked Sokka’s shoulder. “Sokka, she’s hurt! What are you doing?!”

“Ow, hey! Katara!” Sokka rubbed the place she had hit him. “Aang, why did you tell her!”

Aang peeked his head in the tent. “I didn’t say anything!” 

“He didn’t have to!” Katara chastised. Her eyes softened as she looked at Y/N. “How do you feel?”

“Much better, thanks to you.” Y/N wrapped her arms around the girl in a tight hug. 

Katara held her shoulders. “Come on. Now that you’re awake we need to get moving.”

Y/N’s stomach flipped anxiously. “Why?”

“While we were out, we spotted more Fire Nation soldiers coming into the village.” Katara must have felt Y/N tense under her hands and gave her a squeeze. “It’s okay, but we don’t want them to find us. Come on.” She helped pull Y/N to her feet, glaring at Sokka when he reached out to help. He shrank away from them both and started to collect the blankets. 

Y/N allowed herself to be led out of the tent with Katara’s arm around her waist. Y/N was grateful for it, she didn’t realize she’d be so dizzy standing up. “You know, it’s really okay, Katara. I kissed him,” She murmured. 

Katara let out a great sigh and gave Y/N a smile. “I knew you liked each other but I’m allowed to question your sanity because Sokka’s my brother.”

Y/N laughed but immediately clutched her side and doubled over as a stabbing pain shot through her body. “Ugh, don’t make me laugh.” She collapsed next to Toph on the ground and leaned her back against Appa’s side, out of breath from the short walk from the tent. 

“Are you going to help them clean up camp?” Y/N asked the younger girl. 

Toph picked at her fingernails. “Nah, I’m keeping you company.” She paused and then turned to look at Y/N–well, as close as she could, she was looking over Y/N’s left shoulder. “You scared everyone last night.” 

Y/N looked to the other three; Katara was rolling up sleeping bags, Aang was covering the smoldering fire with dirt, Sokka was wrestling with his tent and losing. Toph’s voice had been low enough that no one but she had heard. 

“I know. I’m sorry.” Y/N didn’t know if she could possibly feel worse about everything. 

Toph shrugged and gave her a light punch on the leg. “Don’t do it again, yeah?”

—

Once everything was packed and Appa took off, Y/N leaned against Sokka in their usual spot at the back of the saddle as a silent apology for what had happened after their interrupted kiss. Sokka draped his arm over her shoulders and at sight of that, Katara sent her a wry smile. 

Y/N leaned close to Sokka’s ear. “Did you tell them what I did?”

Sokka didn’t need her to elaborate. He sucked in a sharp breath before he answered. “I just said we got ambushed. No details.”

Y/N stared off into the distance at the fluffy clouds. “Don’t tell them.” She slid down further and let her head fall heavy on his arm. She was exhausted, but she was afraid to close her eyes, afraid for what would haunt her behind her eyelids. Eventually, she succumbed to sleep, and was blessed with a dreamless, weightless nap. 

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let’s talk about ty lee

there’s this one, very overlooked line from “the beach” that I just find fascinating. ty lee is trying to pacify zuko, at which he yells

to which ty lee sighs and responds quietly, wistfully

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