#sokkla week 2018

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|| Awkwardness || Sokkla Week - Day 1 || By: @toodledeedoo

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Sokkla Mini Week Day 3: Comfort

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                           || THANK YOU SOKKLA FANS ||

Although Sokkla Week has passed, its been so wonderful to see everyone taking part and having fun this year for this special event. On behalf of all the moderators for this blog, we would like to extend our most heartfelt thank you to everyone who has contributed and participated in 2018′s Sokkla Week. Really, its been an amazing experience and we certainly hope you all had fun in viewing and reading all the new content!

Once again, to all Sokkla fans who made this week possible - thank you! We couldn’t have done it without you all! See you all next time!

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Sokkla Week 2018 - Day Three: Comfort

For when a gladiator is injured in the line of duty, his sponsor takes care to nurse him back to health.

A general scene, not quite inspired by a specific scene in the story, but just something that surely has happened once or twice (or even more often than that :’D). When it comes to Sokkla tropes, Azula tends to be the one who needs comfort, so this time she’s the one who provides it to Sokka. This man works very hard after all, and if someone knows he deserves all the love for it, it’s Azula.

[ragdollrory]

That's rough, Councilman

“What you doing, Princess?” His voice, although no longer such a nuisance, still managed to send a jolt of electricity up her spine. Azula had theories of why that was, none that pleased her entirely, but she was still working through them.

“What does it look like I’m doing, Councilman?” She answered, not bothering to move, or opening her eyes even.

“Well, I was going to say sleeping, but given the fact that you answered me-” He left his answer inconclusive, and she just hated when he did that.

She cracked one eye open, and found herself staring at his very naked torso. She trailed up his defined chest, neck, that stupid bearded jawline, and finally his blue eyes staring back at her. She let her eyelid fall shut once more.

“Breathing exercises.” She answered plainly, and went back to focus on the task at hand, ignoring the man hovering above her.

“Interesting choice of position to do that.” He commented, and she rolled her eyes. It would seem he was not going to go away easily.

True, it was- unorthodox, to say the least- to be lounging on a chaise to practice her breathing, but she’d made her way to the training fields earlier, only to find the man in question using one of them, the snarky earthbender in another one, and the mighty Avatar meditating in the third. She hadn’t even tried to find another place, should she encounter the Waterbender, or the Kyoshi girl. The palace was vast, sure, but somehow every time her brother had his friends over, they managed to invade it all.

So she’d retreated to the only place they never went, her favourite library. Be it because she was usually there, or because Zuko had told them to avoid the room out of sympathy for her, she didn’t know, but she usually found peace here. Until now.

“So-” He dragged the word until Azula’s lips were pressed in a fine line, and she propped herself up on her elbows, to glare at the man, only to bump her head into his.

“What the fuck?” She cursed, a hand rubbing on her forehead. “What do you think you are doing?”

Azula’s eyes closed in on the tribesman sheepish face, as he too, soothed his head. He gave a grin and a shrug, and she zapped his side.

“Ouch! What was that for?” He jumped back, and rubbed at his ribs. She took the moment, and the space to sit up straighter.

“You know very well what was that for! What were you doing so close to me, are you actively looking for me to roast you, are you that bored?” Azula countered, and sent another zapp for good measure.

“Now that one was uncalled for, I’m sure!” He held his hands up, but he was chuckling, and her blood boiled. “I was just watching you so peaceful, nothing else.”

“What?” Really, what- Her brain shut off for a moment, and she cocked her head to the side, examining him, wondering if maybe all that training under the sun had fried his brain. He did seem particularly hot, his neck glistening with a fine layer of sweat.

He grinned. Fuck, she was staring again.

“You heard me alright Princess, I was admiring your lovely, peaceful features.” He said, more confidently this time. She frowned, he really was pushing it now.

A zapp. “Hey!” Another. “Wait!” She stood and swiped him off his feet. “Ouch, I’m telling the truth!” Another zapp. “La, you’re insane.” She pressed a knee to his chest. “Damn it, Azula!”

She stilled, and her eyes closed unwittingly at the sound of her name on his lips. Agni, it had felt too good for her liking. Her knee pressed harder into his chest, and a hand closed around her ankle. Azula’s eyes snapped open, the blue on the other side was sparkling, teasing.

“Is that all?” He asked, and his fingers pressed a little tighter on her skin.

“Stop it.” Her voice, meant to be threatening, commanding, came out almost in a sigh, and she took a breath before trying again. “Stop. All of it.”

He moved his hand upwards, softly over her calf, and behind her knee, pulling her leg to the side, making her fall to straddle him instead. She stopped breathing.

Azula wasn’t sure how long it was, until either moved again, but she was very aware of the way his eyes had darkened, and his chest was heaving underneath her. Finally, it was him who broke the silence.

“You are ruthless, Princess.” His words were soft, controlled, but his hand was now up her thigh, and she was hating every second of loving it. “I’ll get some nasty bruises from this. Do you really think that’s the way to treat your guests?”

She wanted to slap him, zapp him again, pull at his hair, run her nails down his chest- So very carefully, as to not betray her own movements, Azula put her hands on each side of him, and moved down his body, until she was facing the already pink marks on his chest.

She looked up at him, his breathing was wild, and his eyes more so, and she felt her body burn under his gaze. Slowly, so very slowly, Azula kissed one of the marks. His breath caught on his throat, and she smiled to the skin, before moving to the next, and then one more. He tried to grip on her wrist, but she swatted him away, and moved further down, to the last one, just above the pants’ waist.

Azula blew hot air on the wound, and the tribesman moaned, a deep and ragged sound that coursed through her body, and made her core vibrate with it.

“There.” She said standing up, and the way he looked up at her was worth every piece of gold in the nation. “Now you’ll get all better.”

She turned to leave, and he called after her, scrambling to get up, but she held up her fingers in a threat.

“But-” His eyes were pleading, his whole body was, and he seemed to be searching for something to make her stay. “But, you missed a spot. I’ll get a bump.” He whined, and pointed at his forehead.

She smirked. Oh no, there was no way she was doing that, being so close to his lips was far to dangerous, she knew it.

“That’s rough, Councilman.” Azula shrugged, and left the room, the groan that followed her out made up for the rest of the happy gang’s stay.

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Kicking off Sokkla Week with some adorable, wholesome Sokkla art by the lovely @caroline-draws-stuff​!

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Thank you so much for the commission!  I love this so much!!

[thingsareswinging]

Nineteen and Afraid

Day One.

He slouches down next to her, opposite her brother, swallowing the creeping terror racing up his throat. After all these years, it’s almost nostalgic to be petrified of her again. The setting’s not the same, at least. No matter what goes down in the next few minutes, he’s not concerned for the integrity of his organs.

He feels awkward in his skin, full of an itching need to stand, to pace, to do something other than sit and breathe, loud and thick and stupid. He’s no good when it comes to a problem he’s not allowed to break.

So. What is he allowed to break here?

“So. I’m guessing this isn’t what you guys were hoping to discover?”

She unfurls instantly, turning to him and levelling a glower that lets him know he’ll be paying for that comment later, but that doesn’t bother him too much. He’s gotten pretty good at drawing her out of herself by now, and sometimes it takes a poke with a sharp stick.

She’s pissed off but she’s present again, so that’s okay. Zuko’s the problem now. Sokka loves the guy, he really does, but there’s nobody in the world that can match him for picking the wrong moment to say the wrong thing.

And between the three of them, the knowledge that Ursa forgot them on purpose hangs in the air like a very localised thunderhead. Nobody, not even Zuko, has worked up the nerve to go near that particular thought just yet. But it’s only a matter of time.

Now? Now Sokka knows an opportune moment for a tactical retreat when he sees one, and right now the airships are looming overhead and someone set the vanguard on fire. Call him a pessimist, which everyone was going to do anyway, but he didn’t see a single way this whole field trip was going to end well, even before spirit monsters started showing up.

Operation: run for the lifeboats is a go.

“Alright, it’s been wild, but I was thinking of getting out of here,” he says, as nonchalantly as if he somehow didn’t notice the way both the Drama Siblings were on the verge of furious tears. “Zuko, I’m sure you’ve got this under control. See you next time we’re passing, yeah?”

It’s Azula he’s looking at, though, and he doesn’t stand until she nods.

They’re almost to the door before Zuko pipes up.

“Azula… you’re really going to walk away? Leave her like this?” He sounds so small, so unsure, that for a second Sokka feels nothing but a sympathetic ache in his chest. But the small choke in Azula’s throat, the noise he’s almost sure Zuko doesn’t hear, takes his heart and crushes it.

“Honestly, Zuko?” she responds, in an almost passable drawl. “I think I am. You know why?” She turns on her heel, calm shattered, lips curled in a snarl- “Because she wants me to. Because she threw us away, because if she ever loved you, or me, it- it wasn’t good enough! She wanted us gone, Zuko. We upset her, just by existing. And if you want to undo all that hard work she did, if you want to impose yourself on our dear mother, our mother who never cared enough to remember our names-” she shudders, and Sokka almost dares to put a hand to her shoulder, but he can’t bear to interrupt- “then you do it alone, Zuko. I want no more part in this sad display.”

She spins on her heel, eyes screwed up tight, and sweeps from the room. “We’re leaving,” she declares, over her shoulder. “Do whatever you like.”

Sokka can barely breathe, choking on the atmosphere. He can only shoot Zuko a single, apologetic look before turning and trotting after her.

Yeah. This is going to take some smoothing over.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

An Ear And A Shoulder

Sokkla Week Day 3: Comfort

Sokka is tired of being the shoulder to cry on and never being able to cry to anyone else.

Azula can never seem to find the right words, but it means more than anything to know that she still tries. Perhaps because he knows that it isn’t in her nature to do so. And just seeing her put the effort in is a comfort in itself.

 She doesn’t talk very much at all actually, not after a certain point. A few failed words and she stops altogether. It is strange to him because she always seems to know that right things to say in most situations. Sometimes he feels as though she heads in the right direction when consoling him but just…stops.

She has a steady flow, and then it wavers. Perhaps because she isn’t sure of herself. Isn’t sure if she’s doing this comforting thing right.

 But he knows that she is. He doesn’t know how but she is oddly reassuring in her own way. She isn’t emotionally reassuring, not outright. And her physical gestures only go so far as covering his hand with her own.

 He wants her to do more just as much as he doesn’t want any change at all.

 He rather enjoys when she just sits silently and listens to him prattle on and on about things that bother him and sometimes things that don’t matter at all. As much as he loves Aang and his sister and Zuko they always seemed to spill their own problems instead of helping him with his.  

Because Sokka’s problems are never as bad as Aang’s; he doesn’t have to save the world, he doesn’t have that kind of awful pressure on him.

His problems aren’t as bad as Katara’s who has to constantly worry about losing her lover.

His problems aren’t as bad as Zuko’s who has a deep past to overcome and a throne with all the pressures that come with a throne.

His problems aren’t as bad as Toph’s who was born blind. “And she hasn’t complained about it once!”

 But it was different with Azula who seemed to have a collection of her own struggles and still put them aside to talk about his. In fact, he thinks that she goes out of her way to avoid talking about herself. Maybe that is what possessed him to hug the woman very tightly, and practically unannounced.

He can’t quite gauge how she feels about this new arrangement. So he asks, he supposes that it can’t hurt to ask and he wonders if anyone has asked her about how she feels or if she is like him. A woman of problems swept under the rug because someone has it much worse.

 He doesn’t really know what to say, so he just holds her. Holds her and waits for her to speak.  He doesn’t actually expect an answer so when she—begrudgingly—admits that she rather enjoys it, he is taken aback some.

 He can’t help but smile though. Because he doesn’t think that she has let anyone so close for so long. He also thinks that this might be the first time that she has truly opened up to someone. The first time that she has listed the things that are on her mind. Some of them aren’t pretty and some managed to be less pretty still. But she lists them. And he listens to them.

Because she has listned to him for so long.

It is her turn to have a voice and his turn to lend an ear.

 He knows what it is like to be shot down and shut down. To be reduced to only an ear or a shoulder. He doesn’t want her to be that, he wants her to feel as comforted and warm as she makes him feel. He wants to have just one more thing to remind him that she has changed, that she is no longer evil. That she never was. He wants another reminder that she was hurt just they way everyone else has been and he wants Katara and Aang and Toph and Zuko to know too.

She needs it.

 She needs the love and the solace as much as he did.

He thinks that she needs it more.

Now that she has listened to him, he will listen to her. He will cradle her close and let her keep talking until she runs out of things to say and let her continue after that, even if it is mundane and trivial. He kisses the crook of her neck and prompts her to keep speaking.

 And he gets it and more—the reminder he needed that she was just as afraid as any of them. That she is still worried; worried for the state of herself, worried that her mind might slip again, worried that she simply isn’t good enough and that all of her achievements are for naught.

 He finds that it feels just as well to reassure her as it was to be reassured by her. Because—just as she knew that he would be okay—he knows that she will be. He can’t picture Azula fading away from herself for good.

 Just like anyone else, all she needs is a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen. Just like anyone else, all she needs is a hand to hold hers or arms to wrap around her. Just like anyone else, she just needs compassion and affection.

Just like him, she craves it.

 Just like him, she gets it.

[focusas]

Secret

Sokkla week: Secret

“Hey, fool! Yes I am talking with you, fool! Can you keep a secret?” Azula shouted to Sokka trying to get his attention… and it worked. Sokka moved toward her with his curiosity peaked. What kind of secret this scary crazy girl would want to share with him? The number of firecrackers she throw per day, or maybe about that time she rigged deputy chair,…  There were lots of thought running through his mind each one scarcer and weirder then the previous. So when Sokka was standing before her, she leaned forward and whispered into his ear:

“I love you!” Sokka was standing in his place and tried to process what he has just heard then his eyes went wide from surprise then as if working on its on Sokka’s legs started to tremble and he ran away.

“If you tell anyone what i just said to you, you can consider yourself dead for I will find you and end you!” Azula shouted at leaving Sokka while laughing and enjoying this little show she just performed.

“Niko, what kind of weird shit did you just told to this poor boy to scary him so bad that he ran away so fast?” A girl standing nearby asked Azula because she was unsure of what to think about this entire situation.

“Well , Minene, you betted that I couldn’t scare a boy in ten minutes without my firecracker, but by the way he run away so fast from us I can say that I managed to do it in one and now it’s time for you to pay up!” Azula smirked at defeated girl.

“Fine, but I get you next time.” Minene handed over lost sum that Niko quickly accepted and put into her purse.

o0o0o0o

“This isn’t happening!” Sokka was talking to himself. It just couldn’t happen! No, no, no, it couldn’t, for if it was truth then his life would end soon one way or another. Why one of the meanest, scariest and smartest girls could say something utterly crazy like that? This couldn’t happen! He was just a simple boy with long life ahead of him but now that crazy girl destroyed it with one sentence. Why? How?

Niko was scary crazy girl with devious streak for fire. Chemistry was one of her favorite lesions especially if it made things combust in flames, burn, even more if they were blue, - burning selenium was one of her favorite flames, - or produce explosions like pouring water into concentrated sulfur acid. No one did it… but her… and Sokka was unlucky to be her partner this year. That being said during entire year Sokka had to change ten shirts and five pants – and that not counting all the lab cloaks - after they were ruined when Niko decided to play with chemicals more than the teacher let them, on the other hands he and Niko had the best marks from chemistry in entire school.

It was crazy to think about what she whispered him and even scarier if someone would learn about him. If only this year could end sooner and he could finish the school and get done with it, but there still were a couple months left and exam session before he could be free. That is if he survived that long. The secret Niko told him will be the end of him. As if to make things even worse his mind decided to play tricks on him and made him remember all times when firecracker went nearby and he could heard Niko giggling nearby, and then his brains connected the dots…

Azula was living undercover after she and brother testified against her father and because of that they were issued new identity by witness program, but that didn’t made witness program’s officers life easy, mostly because Azula had a pyromaniac streaks. The assigned mental council decided that that was one of the consequences of bad upbringing and harmful parenting she experienced and was dealing with it in her own way. The mental council decided to let it slide away so long as no one was badly hurt or set on fire. That being said miss Azula Agni, there was fire even in her surname, was mischievous girl and knew just how much she could bend the rules before she broke then and it turned against her. It was her last and the only year at new school after she was transferred there, but she quickly managed to join a mean girl group that acted like they were prettiest and best girl with everyone beneath them or as others called them, the mean bitches. But it didn’t last long. Azula or Niko as she was currently known was indeed prettiest, smartest and meanest girl, but at same time was also mischievous with full purse of firecrackers and no fear to use them against anyone even the director of this school. Both Azula and the group she was hanging out agreed that it wasn’t place for Azula to stay there,- Azula was socially awkward person,- so she left them and joined a crazy weirdoes group that ignored firecrackers going off under their chairs. The boys would be smitten by her beauty and intelligence if not for constant fear that she could do something terribly bad for them and get away with it.

It was also one of the reasons why Azula was so calm to reveal her secret to one special boy. No one would believe him even if he told everyone. It was a destiny or maybe another explosives loving girl that betted her to scare a random guy. So Azula picked the one she knew both with her mind and heart, but never dared to tell him how she actually felt about him.

[wingsfreedom]

Since nobody said this yet I had to...

Thank you guys for Sokkla week! Your art and stories were amazing, and I more than I could ask for!

Hope we can do it again.

[salixj]

Elementary

               “Steam," Sokka said. Azula's heart skipped a beat. She recognized Sokka's tone. He was furious. And she could understand that; it was the fourth time he had been asked the question during this meeting, for the second time by Katra. “But why do you want to marry her?" Meaning, of course, Azula. “Steam?” Katara asked, her scowl took on a note of confusion. Everyone had the same look of confusion on their faces. “Steam,” Sokka said and lifted her left hand with his right, and then propped his, and by default her, elbow on the table. “Fire, water...STEAMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” His voice went low and sultry and to make certain his meaning was understood he cocked his eyebrows several times. “Steamy steamy hot.” Azula began to blush. “Sauna worthy steam...” Azula felt her face go red. Her mother, sitting on her right, began to blush as well. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. All that came out was “Oh. Oh. Oh.” Hakoda, sitting on Sokka's left, put a hand on his son's arm, then slid down in his seat. Zuko had covered his eyes with his hands, plugged his ears with his thumbs and was shaking his head wildly. Iroh, who was sitting beside Ursa, began to chuckle. Katara looked as if steam would come from her nose. “SOKKA!” Azula and Katara yelled together. Azula gave Sokka a kick under the table just as a huge snowball hit Sokka in the chest. “HEY!” Azula snarled at Katara and Katara snarled back at her. Then they began to laugh. “Hey! I'm all wet now. And my chest hurts. And my calf hurts," he pouted. “Oh you big baby!” Azula took his shirt in her hand and rubbed her hand over the cloth. As the vapor rose Sokka pointed. “See, steam!” Azula laughed and then pulled Sokka in for a kiss. “Honestly," she said. Then glanced around the table. Iroh had a big grin. Ursa's face had softened and her eyes looked dreamy. Hakoda sat back up and patted Sokka on the arm. Zuko took his hands from his face and shook his head, but he was smiling. Katara wasn't exactly smiling, but her frown had relaxed. She looked at them both curiously.   “You love each other,” she finally said. “Yes,” Sokka and Azula said together. “Steam,” Iroh said and began to laugh once more.

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|| Awkwardness || Sokkla Week - Day 1 || By: @aatkaw

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phew. made it. 

Sokkla mini week day 2: Secrets

somehow. Zuzu also made it into this one.

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Sokkla Week 2018 (Mini)

Hello! This is just a friendly notice that Sokkla Week will be coming up in a few weeks time! If you’d like to participate this year, whether contributing stories or art, you can find the prompts here!

Sokkla Week Prompts and Dates:

Monday, November 12th - // Awkwardness //

Wednesday, November 14th - // Secrets //

Friday, November 16th -  // Comfort //

Saturday, November 17th - // Autumn //

Please feel free to participate! We encourage anyone and everyone to join if you can!  And please, have fun!

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Sokkla Week 2018 - Day One: Awkwardness

I confess, I didn’t initially work on this for Sokkla Week, but halfway through it I realized it suited this prompt fairly well :’D so here goes! Awkwardness indeed!

Now, I originally meant for this comic to be part of something else (and it still is), and while I could simply direct you to my Patreon and tell you to read all about it there, I’ll try to explain the basis of it anyways:

After I wrote this post, several responses inspired me to create a silly comic collection that I’ve decided to call the “Worst-kept Secret” collection. As the name suggests, it’s meant to be a collection of Gladiator scenes as seen through the eyes of characters who are witnesses to some rather suspicious behavior on Sokka and Azula’s part...

In this case? You’ve met these two witnesses before, but you haven’t read this chapter because it was written in advance, as most stuff I write these days :’D I would’ve kept the comic tucked away for a few months until the time was right for me to publish it, but as it suited Sokkla Week’s prompt, I figured why not go ahead and post it already?

I’m hoping to create these on a bi-monthly basis, and I’ll cross-post them on Tumblr for sure... but the main platform where I’ll be posting them will be Patreon. My patrons will have early releases for each comic, and they’ll also have the chance to suggest and help me choose scenes for me to satirize like this. You can, naturally, sit back and enjoy them as they come... but if you’d like to be involved with the creative process, just a $1 donation on my Patreon will be enough for you to join in on the fun :)

And I think that was enough shameless self-promotion. Hope you guys liked it, and I hope Sokkla Week keeps being as fun as it’s been so far!

[ragdollrory]

I’ll leave with Yue

“You shouldn’t be here, Councilman.” She said, and those five words were already shattering his heart, even though it was probably just the last, the one doing it. They were both smart enough, to know her choice to refer to him by title, was not unintentional. She was putting distance. It was like their very first encounter all over again.

He ignored her, he couldn’t let her do this today, and moved further into the room, shedding his outer robe as he went, and finding her sitting in the middle of the bed, still on her gorgeous dress, knees hugged to her chest. His heart broke yet again.

“I mean it, we cannot do this anymore, and you know it.” She turned to him, and he was tempted to toss caution to the wind, and march right now to the Fire Lord and the shining Fire Lady to tell them everything, if it meant he could erase the pain from the golden of her eyes.

“I know.” His voice was hoarse, and he winced as he said it, and by La this was harder than he’d thought.

Sokka climbed to her bed, pretending he didn’t see her shoulders tense, and knelt behind her, his fingers slowly working on removing the pins keeping her hair in that intricate updo, like he’d done many times before. Granted, it usually happened later. After they were sated, spent, his hands burning from caressing her skin, her lips full and raw from his kisses, and her hair a tangled mess from the lovemaking.

But today everything was different. Today it was all over. Zuko had finally married Katara, and what they had started as a drunken mistake, a stupid game- one where they both teased, and vexed, and ignored, and danced around each other, until they couldn’t take it anymore, and fell on the first surface available, a mess of blue and red, hands working desperate on removing the layers of clothes, the bandages, the walls they had up to keep the other one out- it would all end today.

It had been agreed like that. They were adults, they could handle it, they were not in love by any means. It meant nothing.

“Please Sokka, don’t- I can’t, if we do this…” Her voice was a plea, one he wished he’d never had to hear. One that, had he known how it would tear at his chest, would’ve never allowed to happen. Her lips should not plead like this, but for him to stay, to kiss her, to-

“We won’t. I swear.” He removed the last barrette, and her hair cascaded down the pale skin of her back. “But please, let me stay tonight. I’ll leave with Yue.”

It had started like that. When they stopped pretending it was only sex, but were both too afraid to acknowledge anything else, too stubborn to come forward, two hopeless fools.

I’ll leave with Yue, Sokka would say, and she would allow him in with feigned reluctancy, and smart words on her viperine tongue. Oh, how he loved to shut her up. Push her against a wall, the wood of her canopy bed, the thick rug in the middle of the room, and pleasure her until the only word out of her her pretty lips was his name.

“No one can ever know.” She said after a while, as his fingers played with her hair, letting the silky strands soothe the pain coursing through his body. “Sokka, if word gets out, they will make it impossible for Zuko and Katara.”

He sighed, and let his head fall forward, forehead resting on her shoulder, and his lips burned to kiss her shoulder blade, down her spine, up her neck, every inch of her.

It’ll be our secret, she told him, the night their siblings announced their engagement, pulling him into her room, and caressing his worries away. She’d been so uncharacteristically soft that night, that he’d hoped to wake up next to her in the morning, but the rule had been enforced, and with the last trace of the moon in the sky, he’d left her.

“Azula, I-” He started, but her lithe fingers on his jaw silenced him. A fingernail played with the hair of his beard, and he closed his eyes, lips pressing down on the pulse point in her neck.

“I know, I promise.” She whispered, and shifted to face him, a hand letting his hair free from the wolf tail, and another pushing him back down on the bed.

She laid on his side, and he hugged her tight. No other word needed, they stayed there, letting the last hours of night escape their grasp, until the sky started to clear, and Yue became more and more transparent, and it was time for him to leave, before the sun made its appearance.

As Sokka was getting up though, her fingers closed on his wrist, and he held his breath, his mind willing his heart not to read more into it. He turned to find her golden gaze mistied, and it took all the strength he didn’t know he had, not to kneel right there, and beg for them to go away, hide somewhere, be happy together.

“Me too, Sokka.” His chest constricted with her words, he gave a brief nod, and her hand opened, to set him free.

As he left her room, the moon disappearing, and the sun rising, Sokka wondered if he’d ever be able to see the sky again.