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[whateveriwantworld]

Chapter 13 is up now! Please read and support! Much appreciated ❤️❤️

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The Sun and the Moon ☯

     “Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so  much, he died every night to let her breathe.” 

Emotional Tether Folklore: Two people, preferably benders, who are connected through spiritual interference. They are chosen at birth by two specific spirits. Throughout life, they both will experience feelings and visions from each other. This is a rare occurrence, it only happens every 100-200 years. Together, the two are powerful. Apart, imbalance will occur.

Summary: Y/N is the older sister of Sokka and Katara. Once their mother died, she step forward and watched over her siblings, even though she was only just ten. Years later, Y/N is travelling with her siblings, helping the avatar master all four elements. During this adolescence adventure, will she discover mysteries about herself she’d never imagined? All her life she has resented and ran from the Fire Nation. Now, could she possibly connected to the Prince of the Fire Nation himself? 

A/N: I’ve really gotten into ATLA in the past few weeks, so this happened. I really couldn’t just sit back and not write a Zuko fic. This will be multiple chapters, and will have semi-slow updates. A masterlist and helpful links for a smooth reading experience will be added. I am going to try to make it as accurate as possible. I hope everyone does enjoy, feedback is always accepted!

Warnings: violence, fighting, death, sad elements, cussing, blood, gore, adult themes (later on, will be warned on what chapter if it occurs) !!

Themes:  relationship developments, self love+hatred, acceptance, forgiveness, friendships, adventure !!

Soulmate AU?/Slow Burn/Connection (Unspoken)/Zuko x F!reader

Chapter One :  Beginnings  ☯

The Southern Water Tribe Village ☽

“My love, you should go to bed,” Gran-Gran whispered across the room. Sokka and Katara cuddled together in peaceful bliss, she did not want to wake them. Their father had left earlier in the morning, it had been an eventful day to say the least. With her father left, she couldn’t shake the fact that he would never return. In some ways, you could say, they were orphans. It only brought her thoughts to one sole person: Kya. It had been a few months since the deadly attack. She could still picture the beastly man looming over her mother. 

“Where is the water bender!” He forced once more. Y/N hid behind her mother in fear. They had been inside doing chores when the ships reached shore. Y/N shut her eyes pretending she was somewhere else, maybe penguin sledding with Sokka. Anywhere but here. He became more hostile, roughly moving closer towards the two.

“Where is the water bender.” They knew where the bender was, in fact she was in the same room, hiding for dear life behind her mother. The other, hopefully still alive, was outside with her brother. 

Y/N felt paralyzed. The big man pried even more, making some blows at Kya. Y/N could feel herself starting to bubble inside, her emotions were something to be reckoned with. She’d almost destroyed the entire village over a temper tantrum years prior. Though she was much older, her bending was not under control. It grew from emotion. Y/N noticed the ice around her cracking at every blow he made, Kya did too. 

He stood tall once more, shadowing over the two. Y/N thought death would be different, that she would die of old age. She hadn’t even lived to see the northern lights. 

“Mom!” Katara ran through the door only to be taken back by the large man in their home. The fire nation solider turned towards her, fury in his cold ember eyes. He seemed like he was getting impatient.

“Just let them go,” Kya finally said desperately, “and I will give you the information you want.” 

“Mom-” Y/N pleaded. She was in shock, would her mother really turn in her own daughters? Y/N wasn’t ready to go, but if it meant saving the tribe, she’d be willing to do it. 

“You heard your mother, get out of here!” the man hissed. Tearfully she ran over to Katara, holding on to her for dear life. Being her big sister, it was her unspoken responsibility to keep Katara safe. 

“Mom I’m scared,” the younger girl cried. Their mother looked at them, and smiled. 

“Go find your dad sweetie, I’ll handle this.” Kya spoke before facing the man once more. Y/N practically dragged Katara away from their childhood home, running as fast as they could to find their father. 

“DAD,” Y/N screamed. The ice she stood on cracked under her feet, yet she couldn’t care. The imagine of her mother’s fearful look swarmed her mind, it made her feel sick.

“Mom is in trouble there is a man in our house,” Katara shouted. Y/N held her hand tightly, making sure she didn’t loose her grip. They were the last water benders in the tribe. The two were vulnerable and easy targets, but she would never let Katara know that.  

“Kya!” their father cried out as he followed them back to their home. Sokka followed close behind. 

Her mother’s dead body laid on the floor. 

She didn’t want to remember the rest. Her father left to fight for their tribe after the devastating invasion. He seemed more, cold. Y/N couldn’t help but notice just how much Kya’s death changed him. Maybe his coldness was directed towards herself. She couldn’t bring herself to ponder that thought.

“Dad isn’t coming back,” Y/N remarked. Gran-Gran paused, calculating just the right thing to say. Sokka rustled in his sleep slightly, before settling once again. 

“I can’t shake the fact that he’s going to end up just like mom. Besides I am the reason mom is dead. No wonder Dad left, he can’t even look at me.” Gran-Gran shushed Y/N quickly. Sokka and Katara did not know the reason Kya died, and Gran-Gran wanted to keep it that way. It was Hakoda’s wish.

“Come child,” she waved the young water bender out into the crisp midnight air. Y/N followed the elder eagerly. The moon, full and bright, lit the entire village. The stars shined brightly, she thought of her mother. Kya always told her the magic of the night sky, how the moon and stars worked together so gracefully. Gran-Gran stood at the edge of the water, patiently waiting for the young girl to join her side. 

“When you were born, your mother suspected you would be a bender. That was a dangerous thing to be,” she paused with a long sigh. “However, the moon spoke to your mother the night you were born. The moon was the brightest it had ever been that night, the whole village awoke from its light. The moon shinned for you, and Kya knew that.” 

Y/N smiled to herself. She’d never known this much about herself before. It still didn’t make her feel better, why was Gran-Gran telling her this anyway? It didn’t change anything, her mother was still gone and her father still hated her. 

“But,” Gran-Gran continued abruptly. “The sun rose early that morning, bright as ever. It was as if the balance had returned for a day. We thought maybe you were the avatar.” They both sat in silence pondering her last statement.

The avatar? What a joke. Y/N had begun to believe such a thing never even existed in the first place. 

“I’m sorry I’m not,” Y/N muttered keeping her eyes fixated on the moon.

“No child, that is not your destiny. Your mother knew that you would be apart of restoring balance to the world, but just not in the way. The moon spoke to her. The great spirit told her to protect you from all harm.” Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, but she did not dare let them fall. Her mother was protecting her, she knew that the day she met her end. But to protect her over some prophecy a moon spirit said? It made her blood boil. 

“Of course, you won’t be alone in this.” Gran-Gran smiled to herself, leaving Y/N only to formulate more questions.

“Why would the moon find any sort of balance in me? Why would the sun react with the moon? How will I ever find another person to help me? This is so stupid, how do I know If you’re even telling the truth?  Gran-Gran this is ridiculous. No moon spirit cares about me! If they did they wouldn’t let her die or let dad go!” 

The eldest villager didn’t answered. She knew it was impossible to know. It was the truth, but it would take Y/N years to accept that. 

“Do not dwell on the unknown, it will be revealed when the universe allows it. What you do with this information is your choice,” Gran-Gran slowly confirmed before making her way back to her respected residence. 

“Ugh,” Y/N belted. She waved her hand towards the water before her in frustration. The water reacted with her swift movement, sending a wave towards the horizon. The sadness and confusion hit her, almost like a punch to the chest. 

She chose to never speak of the information Kanna gave her. It still plagued her mind every so often, but she ignored every aspect of it. In her eyes, she was a normal southern water tribe citizen.

But in the back of her mind she knew, that was far from true.

That night at the Fire Nation Palace ☽

Ursa had done what she had to. It was for him, her son, Zuko. She had protected him his whole life, just as she was instructed to. The sun spirit made that clear to her on the day of his birth. This incident was no different, just more drastic changes would have to be made.

She quickly made her way through the palace halls, her frail body still humming with adrenaline. Killing the fire lord, what was she thinking? Leaving now would only make it clear just who did it. Was being on the run from the crupt fire nation worth saving Zuko? A million times yes. Stopping to catch her breath, her attention caught by the bright orb in the night sky. It always gave her peace of mind, the moon. 

Azulon had instructed Ozai, her husband, to kill her first born. If only Ozai hadn’t spoken in such a heartless arrogant way, this wouldn’t have happened. To kill his child? It was horrible. He would do it though, if it meant keeping his honor. Ursa questioned why Ozai was so empty and power hungry. It was an answer she’d never know.

Some servants scurried pass her, bowing in the process. Did they know? They would soon, everyone would. She had to make herself scarce before then. The paranoia was sinking in ever so quickly. It was the only way to save herself, leaving. But, Ursa couldn’t help her mind race to Zuko. 

Zuko. 

The room he occupied was dark. There the young prince laid sprawled out on the crimson-colored king sized bed. Snoring slightly, he peacefully slept. The moon light coming from the window lit his raven colored hair perfectly. It felt wrong to wake him, he looked so content. But, it had to be done. For all she knew, it could be the last time she would ever lay eyes on her son. It was a little past midnight, in the morning the whole world would know. 

She sat on the corner of the bed next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Zuko had never been a heavy sleeper, especially with Azula as a sister. Her unless torment made him keen and aware of his surroundings, a good habit. 

“Mom,” he muttered groggily. Why was she here? His mind was still fuzzy.

“Zuko,” Ursa urgently spoke. Ursa quickly grabbed him by his sides, lifting her son up to face her. He blinked a few times, trying to focus with his tired eyes. 

“Please, my love, listen to me,” this made him try to focus more. Her voice was hoarse almost like she had been crying.  

“Everything I’ve done, I’ve done to protect you,” with this statement she pulled him into a hug. The last hug. She squeezed tighter than normal, he did not question it. 

She finally pulled away after what seemed like minutes. He was such a beautiful boy, how could she leave him? Would he parish without her? Would he be taken advantage of? Only the spirits could know. Footsteps could be heard in the hall outside his chamber. 

“Remember this Zuko,” she started facing him once more. Her voice was more stern this time, like she wanted to send a message. 

“No matter how things seem to change, never forget who you are,” her voice said in a whisper tone. Ursa hoped he’d listen, and take those words to heart. It was all she could do for him. From now on, Zuko would be on his own.

The prince watched her in tired confused as she turned towards the door. He wanted to say something, question why she had come, but he couldn’t. The tiredness was overwhelming, taking over before he could object. She sadly looked back once more, before pulling her cloak over her head. 

Hastily she ventured back trough the halls, leaving swiftly without a trace. By the time the fire nation caught word of their deceased leader, she was long gone. Just a memory. Ursa’s life she once knew was far behind her.

She looked up to the two spirits in the sky. The setting moon and the rising sun. Their harmonious relationship was on display in the sky. How wonderful the colors of the night collided with the morning sun, she thought to herself. 

“Watch after him,” the woman pleaded to the two spirits that occupied the sky.

“He will make you proud.” 

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I KNOW IM NOT THE ONLY ONE! saw this and thought it was incredibly fitting! For me, this is 100% true with both published works and fanfiction. What say you?
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[a-tamed-dragon]

Within These Walls: Chapter 5

Here we are, Chapter 5 of my Tokka compilation thingy... I literally cannot believe I’m already on Chapter 5 but STILL can’t get my ass up and make myself go to the store. I’m a lazy adult.  This one is spicyyyyyy... but also not. Short and sweet.

Setting: Fire Nation, the Palace, 2 years after Chapter 4.

Toph 22, Sokka 27.

The Fire Nation seemed to hold their secrets. It was a mutual ground between Earth and Water that protected them from the outside, kept their secrets safe, and what they did amongst one of those well-kept secrets.

They fell to their backs in a satisfied heap. Toph roll off of Sokka from where she straddled his hips with the last bit of energy she had left. Her head buzzed and pulsed with each breath.

Both panting in wordless agreement of their shared satisfaction. Sokka breathed heavily then smiled, chest heaving as he ran both hands up through the front of his hair.

A goofy smile plagued both of their lips, pure bliss coursed through their veins and flooded their brains, overloading every last nerve with pleasure. Anything said within this time was merely a by-product of the engulfing sensations wracking their bodies.

This too was a cause for their silence.

Sokka lay on the right side of the bed with Top to his left, the covers had been kicked or thrown or had met some other form of unceremonious demise on the floor.

His balcony door was open, the deep red curtains fluttered inward, tickled by the sweet night air. It cooled their bodies, acting as a different kind of cover as it settled over the sheen of sweat covering them both.

Toph moved the hair out of her face entirely, and met her left hand over Sokka's right which he had comfortably rested on her belly. He released a very content sigh, his other hand resting on his chest.

His smile never faded, even now as he looked up at the ceiling.

"How are you feeling?" Sokka asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Toph drew out her answer, as though she let every syllable of his question hit her individually and distinctly.

With a weak laugh, she said "I'm completely numb."

Her index finger danced on top of Sokka's hand, still braced on her stomach.

"Good." He turned only slightly to gage her face, the silly smile playing at her lips told him that she was as happy as he was.

She glistened in the moonlight, her bare breasts rose and fell as her breathing steadied itself. His brain was still in a frenzy, the air was thick, even with the breeze, and he was cloaked in her. Wrapped in her scent, her touch, her lips, her hair. The imprint she left on him felt like she had earth bent him into the side of a damn mountain; it all slammed into him. A jolt of sensation shot through him as his body remembered a glimpse of her embrace, of what they had just done.

He craved more but could not move; his arms were lead, his legs paralyzed on the bed. Move and he may collapse.

Toph's body was the same boneless, immobile slag of rocks. The only adequately moving part of her was her heart as it recovered from the past few hours.

There would be soreness, and there would be an ache, but she would not feel it; not now, not for a few more hours.

Sokka skated his fingertips up and down along her stomach, taking time to dip and trace along her navel, tickling her.

Toph stiffened and released a shaky gasp, too weak to laugh.

"We should do this more often." She breathed, it made Sokka's eyes widen a bit and his eyebrows raise.

He nodded with a gulp, "We should."

He found Toph's hand as she wove it through her still-damp hair. Entwining their fingers he brought the back of her hand to his lips, leaving a lingered kiss on her skin.

"…. I miss you." She closed her eyes.

Sokka squeezed her hand, his chest tightening at her words. He looked off past the ceiling and into his own thoughts. He pressed his lips back to her hand, keeping it there while he thought.

He whispered against her skin. "I miss you too."

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Leave a comment with a review, I'm unsure where to take it from here. I hope you like it!

- Prue

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It was all his fault.

He hadn’t even tried to stop the Agni Kai. If he had, maybe he could have talked some sense into his brother. Maybe he could have prevented all this.

Or, the first week after the fateful Agni Kai is rough for both of them, but Iroh promises that he will always be there for his nephew. No matter what.

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Emptyness is inflammation (zuko/oc fic) 

Heyy yall here is the first chapter of my Zuko/oc fic!

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Could we make Azulaweek a seasonal thing cause I don't want to wait an entire year

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I’ve noticed a lot of people will post beta ads for their fanfic, and I thought I’d go ahead and put my info out for anyone who’s looking. 

Hello. I am Souls. I’m a student with a crap ton of time on their hands who will absolutely beta your fanfic at 12:00 am.

Experience: two fics with @jane_dorne (who is a phenomenal writer, by the way), one local play, and several short stories and essays for a local newsletter. 

I’ll take almost any fandom, even if I’m not very familiar with it. But if you happen to be looking for a beta in any of these fandoms-

Legend of Zelda - all titles, the Six of Crows duology, Avatar the Last Airbender, Lord of the Rings + The Hobbit, the Queen’s Thief series, The Left Hand of Darkness (Earthsea too, though I remember it a little less well)

-I’ll probably be able to help you more. Original fiction is also welcome (and really, I’d be thrilled to read anyone’s stuff). 

DM me if you need a fic read for grammar, structure, continuity, etc. 

I am on ao3 under Soul_cake.

[whateveriwantworld]

Decided to post my fanfiction on AO3! Please read it and leave kudos and comments! I appreciate you all ❤️❤️

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Alone in A Room Full of People ch. 4 - An Avatar (Zuko x Katara) Fic

Alone in A Room Full of People ch. 4 - An Avatar (Zuko x Katara) Fic #atla #avatarthelastairbender #fanfic #atlafanfic

Uncle had ushered us to the grand strategy room where many plans of war and genocide had been made by my father, his father before him, and many generations of Fire Lords before him. It was possibly the most well-kept room of the entire palace, meticulously maintained by the staff even today, though no one had used it since my father’s time. There wasn’t a single chair in the room, as war called…

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1ST DRAFT DONE

OMG I’m so excited!!!!!! I have finished writing the first complete draft of Sparky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It has taken nearly a year but it’s done and like wow, I never knew I would finish a story this big and actually get to the end. I still have to edit, but I will get there....eventually. Still getting used to a new semester at University, but I will be updating eventually, but I wanted to keep those of you with an eye on my tumblr that I am working on the fic and I will come back soon.

[a-tamed-dragon]

Within These Walls: Chapter 1

Heyo, here is the first chapter of my Tokka work. I also published it on my ff.net (Prue2146)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Oh yes, here we are again. You know what’s up, I know what’s up, yes, I have a final to complete but this takes president because I am young and impulsive.  Ohhh boiiiiii * rubs hands together*

This is going to be a compilation of isolated incidents where Toph and Sokka's friendship evolves as time goes on and as they grow as individuals within the confines of four walls. These interactions are solely interpersonal, without the influence of other members of the gaang so as to eliminate social hive-minding behavior.  The time when each interaction occurs will be recorded at the top of the story as it is not chronological.

Set in the Avatar Universe. Maybe eventually be a lil lemoney...  but gratuitous devil’s tango is not the point here.  

Setting: In the Fire Lord’s Palace for meetings with Zuko and the gang. Most of the group is back together. In this verse confirmed Zuko is “secretly” * snorts” in a thing with Suki. Suki and Sokka ended years ago, and Sokka throws himself into his work but hasn’t found anything. He has, however, been close with Toph for years and she has developed quite the unshakable thing for him, something he reciprocates and has shown throughout the years. Each chapter will be a time in the past starting from when she was 17 that it started showing.

Toph is 20, Sokka is 25, respectively.

Enjoy! Let me know what you think, constructive criticism is welcomed.

Currently:

I could see Katara and Aang retire to their rooms, next to each other, Katara walking to the far wall and using the doorway behind the bookcase to walk into Aang’s room. Good idea on Zuko, pat on the back for thinking that through.

I averted my mind to the other end of the hallway, far down at the corner,  he was taking off his shirt in front of the balcony windows, looking out.  His sword was lent against the wall next to his bed. Then he let his hair down, shaking it out, and collapsing onto the bed, grabbing a book off of his nightstand.

I was bored. Perhaps he was too.

With a half-thought formed I stood up and walked out of my room. My hair was loose, and I was in my bed-clothes. Just a giant shirt that brushed above my knees. The palace in the summer was unbearably hot.

I passed by Aang’s door, sure to steer close to the far wall to make minimal noise as I did so. The palace was teeming with life up and down its vast halls. The building, although not to anyone else, was humming with life.

I made knocked on the door, feeling his sit up a bit on his elbows before inviting me in.

“ Oh, hi Toph.” He put the mark back in the book and closed it.

“ Hey, whatcha reading?” I closed the door softly behind me and stood at the foot of his bed, arms crossing, relaxed.

“ About the Spirit Library, Zuko lent it to me from his library.”

The thought of the library brought back the memories. I shrugged it off, the past is just that. “How interesting, probably can’t compare to the real thing, huh?”

Sokka ran his fingers through his hair, undoubtably aware of the unease I have towards the library.

“Getting chased around by a giant owl? Oh yea, nothing quite like it.” As he spoke he patted the spot next to him.

I chuckled and moved up the bed. “I’m sure.”

We rearranged ourself as I got situated. Tucking the tail of my shirt under my butt I tucked my legs back and lent my weight onto my side so to lean on him. Sokka raised his knee to bend so that I could table my forearm across it and rest my chin there. He looked up at me from his reclined position on some pillows.  He was smiling, when he did his eyes crinkled on the corners and his cheeks rose.

His right hand raised and suspended my bangs away from my face, and there he kept the closed-mouth smile on his face.

“You were our hero that day.”

His words were sincere but mentally 'rolled my eyes'.

“ Not all of us, you know.” I reached up to hold his wrist but he didn’t let my hair fall back, ignoring my tug.

He shook his head slightly and slowly.

“ Oh hush you. You kept an entire library up against spirit world magic. Pretty heroic if you ask me.”

I didn’t respond but he kept staring. “ You know what I mean.”

“Yea yea..” I felt his heart beating as I held his wrist, it seems that he grew into a man all of a sudden. Two years ago he was still growing into himself and now he was some tall, muscular, young man with the same goofiness to him.

It also seems that we came to embrace each other more often all of a sudden as well, it wasn’t uncommon I come to his room or he come to mine or stay in each other’s. There was something burning just below the surface, something that I think we both knew but the other was too stubborn and maybe a little unsure to explore.

The casual indecency of our friendship made it all the more intriguing to everyone, what was going on in within these walls? It was always fun to hear the whispers and the questions I would get from even Katara. She hears whispers too, you know.

As Sokka slayed his palm on my cheek I sighed into it, we didn’t do anything, should anyone ever ask.

I closed my eyes as his thumb swept across the apples of my cheeks.

“. . . Sokka?”

He almost purred back, “Yes?”

“ . . . Are you going to stare at me all night or tell me something.”

“ Depends. What do you want to me to tell you?”

The firecrickets were thrumming outside as his room overlooked a large courtyard. An occasional breeze of cooler air came in through the open windows.  The palace grounds were much quieter than Yu Doa, much more peaceful.

I shrugged, “ Whatever you wanna talk about.”

Sokka’s hand was big and warm as it cupped my whole cheek almost to my chin. It made my entire body warm, not that it needed to be in this summer heat.

“ Well,” He paused in thought for a moment, looking at the books on his side table “I’ve been reading about the Spirit Library, and a book about Avatar Kyoshi, did you know that she was 7 feet tall?”

“Wow, she must have been scary.” I set my chin up on my arm, my face not facing his but towards the window to catch the occasional breeze.

“I can’t imagine someone that tall. She’s like a human building.” His hand moved off of my face to rest on my knee, scooting my other hand away to sit his just above my knee where my nightshirt stopped.

I smiled, funny, Sokka.  “How’ve you been? I can tell you’ve been training more. Why? Got a new girl?”

What I couldn’t see was Sokka’s eyes scanning over me. He was examining my face as, which was lit in the moonlight right over my useless eyes. His gaze swept over my shoulder and down to the outline of my chest against his knee, my hair fell over my shoulder as well, long enough to sit on.

“Me? Oh you know, a bit more here and there, gotta keep these muscles up so I don’t disappoint the ladies.” He was being humorous, of course, the tips of his fingers no skating along the span between my knee and nightshirt on my upper thigh, light as air.

I raised an eyebrow, going along with it.

“Oh, can’t let that happen. Big, strong Southern Water Tribe warrior must have all the girls lining up.”

“Yea, well.” He tucked the piece of hair I blew out of my face back behind my ear. “I don’t have a special someone.” His voice was more somber now, that remark had a sadness to it that I felt for him.

“You’ll find the right one, one day. Who can resist you, ponytail?” I smiled and faced towards him. He smiled back.

“Maybe one day.” His hand found its place back on my leg, running his fingertips and nails up and down the small expanse of exposed skin. ”Do you?”

“Don’t you worry about me. I’m far too busy.” a cheeky grin on my face. What were we doing?

He matched me, “You mean that you haven’t fallen in love with me yet?” The feather-light touches turned into a hold on my thigh. This was different.

“Please, you? Why would I love a goofy noodle-armed pony-tail guy?”

“ Heyyy, I’m not noodle-armed anymore! You said so!”

“Even more a reason to find a Mrs. Sokka. Besides, the real question is how you haven’t fallen in love with the greatest earth bender of all time. Plenty of men clamber over each other to gawk at me on the daily.” I poked a finger at him.

“Whoever said I haven’t?”

With that he sucked all the air out of the room. Dead air hung between us. He took my shock as an opportunity, one I was too stunned to fight. One I let happen.

He pushed himself up with his right hand as he grasped my pointing hand by the wrist in his left and lent into me.

I felt his lips so close to mine as he waited to see if I would fling him out of the nearest window or crush him completely between the two walls. I almost let it, so close to it, my heart pounding in my ears, his heart going a mile a minute. Just as his lower lip brushed mine I pulled out of reach. Just out of the way.

That.. that can’t be at all true.. but his heartbeat told me it was. You can love people in many different ways, what way did he? Heat rose to my cheeks as I flushed, as unsure as I’ve ever been, suddenly feeling like I was submerged in the water unable to swim or earthbend my way through it.

At that Sokka offered no protest. Letting go of my wrist he drew his arms up in surrender.

“I’m sorry- I” He stammered as he sat up completely.

“ Sokka,” I said curtly. Make up my mind. What I want I could have,  I wasn’t sure what I felt. If he wasn’t kidding then I can’t let him think I felt the same. Or is this what I’ve felt? This reverence, this deep respect for the man who saved my life on an airship, my best friend, my closest confidant, was this love that I had for him?

Yes, of course, but the kind that made me want him physically? More than I wanted to admit to myself I wanted to feel what it would feel like to have his mouth on mine and his hands on me, setting me on fire.

In this isolated moment, in the isolation and safety of four walls, yes, because within these four walls I’m not myself and who I need to be. I’m just his Toph and he is my Sokka; this wildly insane meat-heat of a man

I nearly laughed, grasping his chin between my thumb and fingers.

“ Knew it.”

He grabbed my hip and the space between my jaw and behind my ear, as he was much taller than me he towered as he leaned down to kiss me. A simple moment, one that kept going and going as one turned into 2 kisses to 3. When I pushed back into him, the tip of his tongue swept across my bottom lip.

He tasted like the liquor he drank before retiring to his room, not entirely unpleasant.

He pulled away, “Really?”

I snickered, “Have you met me??”

Sokka’s chuckle reverberated deep in his chest, perhaps the sexiest sound I’ve heard him make.

“Ohh yeah, I’ve met you.” His hands swept under my butt to the back of my thighs and pulled me onto his lap.

Part 2

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That's Chapter 1. I hope you like it.

~Prue

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