Fanfiction > Avatar > 1Sentence: Sokka/Zuko
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Sokka/Prince Zuko (slash)
Theme set: Delta
Rating: K+ to M (for adult themes, nothing graphic)
Notes: Sokka/Zuko and Zuko/Sokka can be approached two ways. One is through humor; the other is through the similarities and contradictions of their characters. I tried the latter. Sorry it took so long…
Also, this is un-betaed and written in the wee hours. Grammar will be corrected when I have the time.
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#01 - Air
“There’s no shame in it,” Sokka said and settled in the cot next to him (“after all we breath the same air, don’t we?”)
#02 - Apples
He tries to remember whether or not they’re a fall fruit when the guard tosses them in -- they must be spring or even summer, he thinks, otherwise the world might have stopped or ended or he and his solemn, scarred cellmate may never see the light of day again.
#03 - Beginning
He watched her take the throne - not really, because he was banished, but he knew how she would walk, smirk, and flaunt and he could see it all in his mind - and knew it was the end of his chance, the death of his dream; of course, though, there was a small comfort in finding the Tribesman sitting at the fire holding out a cut of bitter tea - comforting and inviting, because his previous life was gone.
#04 - Bugs
Sokka flicks the ant off his inner thigh and cringes; they’re a particular nuisance now, but (at any rate) their tingling touch kept his mind off the night before and on his dire need of a bath.
#05 - Coffee
“Drink this,” Zuko says and, cursing the strength of Earth Kingdom liquor, passes the cup to the bleary-eyed boy next to him, before rolling over and staring at the sparse inn wall.
#06 - Dark (optional relation to #36)
He never asked why their trysts were nightly when it was just as easy in the day, it was for secrecy of course, because neither of them could be caught, because; he never considered the possibility that in the dark, he was formless, able to be melted into any desire, nor did he consider the possibility Sokka lied in three words.
#07 - Despair
He credited Zuko with pulling him up and out of the hole despair dug around him - even if it had involved the flashing of fists, tearing eyes, the eventual kiss, closeness of bodies, hesitation before their bodies crushed together, and the silent promise that he would no longer be along, was voiced.
#08 - Doors
He was in a hallway lined with doors and torches and there was no end visible, Yue stood by her door, smiled, and stepped away - he barely caught the creak of another opening as hers shut thunderously, he did, however, see the flames waver.
#09 - Drink (optional prequel to #05)
On the eight glass he stopped and stared at the Firebender, whom in turn gave him a “what the hell?” look until he blatantly declared through a haze, “You and me. Now,” finding it perfectly normal that the prince didn’t choke on his own drink.
#10 - Duty
Zula was the one who reminded him princes were meant to rule, wed, and pass the royal bloodline; he often wonders what his life would be like if he had accepted the truth, but much is forgotten in sapphire skies.
#11 - Earth
Sokka was the one to decide sleeping on the cold earth was no long necessary and Zuko was the one he woke up next to because when your fifteen, alone, and the twelve year old in your group already sleeps next you your sister, things like that tend to happen.
#12 - End
“It can’t end like this!” he snarls and the other thinks it’s fitting for both of them; two enemies, trapped for eternity in a cage of earth and hate (only one of which could be escaped, he thinks, and reaches over).
#13 - Fall
When the smoke of the final battle cleared and the trees were burning Sokka found Zuko on a solitary bridge, approached him, and failed to notice the drops of flame coasting over the crystalline surface, asking, “Where the hell have you been? You whole fucking country’s looking for you.”
#14 - Fire
Zuko has always been afraid to love because, like a raging fire, he might be consumed; in effect he learned to hate -- which was worse because love he could hold in, hate tempted him to fuck the Water Tribe boy senseless.
#15 - Flexible
It has been developed over time, out of necessity, and need, so, when Sokka blatantly leans in to kiss him there is no hesitation to return the gesture and nothing eats away guiltily because his conscience has become flexible.
#16 - Flying
Zuko hates the air and how the bison sways and the knowledge that, by sea, the route would not take five days; worst of all, Sokka is the only one awake on long nights and at first they don’t say anything to each other until the bison turns and he, who is not holding on, is tossed into the Tribesman, who is willing to pin the Prince to the spot and smirk because he knows, in the air, he has the upper hand.
#17 - Food
It is really a stupid game they play and Zuko can’t help but to role his eyes as Sokka shrugs, saying, “Sorry. I love you both equally.”
#18 - Foot
He understands why it’s so hard to start over, why putting one shaky foot in front of the other may cause him to fall, but he thinks it will be easier the night he lays next to the Firebender without being shoved away; he understands the idea - baby steps toward a greater goal.
#19 - Grave
Sokka’s mother had no grave, no marker except for the temple in his heart; Zuko, on the other hand, had a temple erected in his name, golden and glittering; it was Sokka, however, that knew the grave in his heart was one in its kind.
#20 - Green
It was the color of spring, rebirth, renewal and as the Avatar left the Northern Water Tribe and the banished Prince floated with the current, the color in the leaves was a warning that only they read.
#21 - Head
The problem with infatuation Sokka discovered wasn’t the constant urge to find a solitary bush far away from camp - no, that was only a small part - it was the image of the prince floating in the back of his head and the notion that it should have been Yue’s.
#22 - Hollow
Zuko knows there is nothing in Sokka’s eyes when he looks into them and catches the boy’s chin with his thumb, splaying fingers across the exposed neckline, ignoring the inevitable answer -- what he has been searching for is long lost -- because denial is the basis of sanity and he must ask, “One more time, Sokka… where is the Avatar?”
#23 - Honor
“You think it’s honorable,” she asked, “for you, my brother, Prince of the Fire Nation banished or no, to lay with this peasant?” (but he had lost her point in the ambiguity of the word).
#24 - Hope
Zuko found Sokka’s eyes entrancing because they often reminded him of the freezing South Pole, full of hateful winds, and harsh terrain, and where his hope was first renewed.
#25 - Light
Sokka hates the dark, so when Zuko opens his palm and fire springs forth, there’s a silent gratitude and eternal envy -- Sokka’s not sure if he want the be the Firebender or be with him.
#26 - Lost
It was wet and it was cold, unlike anything it would produce, the second time Prince Zuko fought Sokka, the first time they kissed; alone, in the pouring rain, he thought he might have lost something he hadn’t needed in the first place, because for the first time in a long time he felt like less of a traitor to himself.
#27 - Metal
Palms up, against the wall, Sokka could feel the heat pulse through the steel and it vaguely reminded him of warm gasps against his neck in the night and the mouth they escaped and the scar.
#28 - New
“Where the hell did you learn this?” He gasped into the warm hand and crushed his eyes shut as his pale companion smirked, “It’s just one of the perks of laying with a Firebender.”
#29 - Old
“I can’t keep this up,” he said to the pale prince in front of him as he rubbed at his wrists, achy joins and recently disturbed spoil dissipating; he didn’t know if the Prince understood or knew it had been over twenty years ago… maybe the memory was as eternal and stationary as the war.
#30 - Peace
The things that linger in the air around both boys were truths, most released from the deepest, darkest chambers of the heart, and although neither was willing or able to voice them aloud, Sokka was finally sure he could let her go completely.
#31 - Poison
It was the first time he’d experienced an orgasm, a real orgasm, and it ripped through him, scorching veins like the fire from his lovers hands, and he was certain he would die because this surely was poison.
#32 - Pretty
There was nothing beautiful, feminine, or striking about Sokka but, despite his gender, culture, or duty, Zuko thought there was something attractive in his stance and, perhaps pretty, in his eyes.
#33 - Rain
The rain was comforting because it washed away any trace of their rendezvous and made his concentrate on the path instead of the orgasmic face of his lover.
#34 - Regret
“I want to see it,” he says to the face-stealer and watches as the youthful features of his long last appear and leer, asking for payment; but there’s nothing but the past to regret now, so, he smiles back.
#35 - Roses
“Don’t ever give me flowers,” Zuko told him once and Sokka added, “Yeah, roses can’t represent us if they die so quickly.”
#36 - Secret
Sokka never though he would be able to use another human, but sometimes when he told Zuko loved him, he lied, sometimes he imagined the pale skin of the Firebender belonged to Yue, and he reminded himself it was all necessary because he needed the release.
#37 - Snakes
The situation is awkward and Sokka has never before thought of Zuko’s lips on him, but the prince is against his stomach and the sensation of another body on his, touching him, is almost foreign; the look he receives after the Prince spits is not and all be can do is shrug sheepishly as heat rises in his cheeks, “How the hell was I supposed to know there was a snake in by bedding?”
#38 - Snow
Sokka will sometimes think about Yue and how pale her hair was and how her eyes caught light in the snow and shined and then there is the Prince, with dark hair and placid skin and Sokka wonders why the Firebender invades his mind; he can’t forget the Zuko face down in the snow, how he wanted to leave him, and how he might have felt if they had.
#39 - Solid
He was tangible, solid, not like the other things Zuko chased across the seas and this gave the Prince hope, hope that the other things were as painless and rose tinted as having Sokka next to him.
#40 - Spring
It was the worst of the seasons because blazing summers and frigid winters could be endured and fall was a time of change, but was a time a fertility and nativity and it mocked him in greens from forest to teal as he walked through it, next to Zuko.
#41 - Stable
When he analyzes their relationship, and he sometimes loathes to call it such, it’s painfully clear he is dependant in a way far from the emotional familiarity and stability his uncle provided - Sokka is intimacy; Sokka is physical; Sokka is stability.
#42 - Strange
Once, in the night, Sokka kissed Zuko’s scar softly and found it strange that he did not wake.
#43 - Summer
It was an attempt to seek refuge from the heat that lead both boys to the river, and it was the chance to forget they only had a moon’s cycle left that drew them to each other.
#44 - Taboo
“It’s hard to live…” Sokka would begin to say and then leave out “like this” because it was one thing to love another man, but it was much more complicated when one remembers the man between his legs is his brother-in-law.
#45 - Ugly
(“I hate you”) Zuko shuddered and the tongue raked over his left cheek, (“I hate your face”) teeth ground against his disfigured ear, (“I hate your scar”) and the ropes were tight at his wrists and ankles.
#46 - War
It should have meant more than it did, spending dark nights whispering nothings into each other’s ears and easing that orgasmic rush of lust; it should have meant more, enough to kneel down by his body after the final battle and tell him it would be alright, tell him his betrayal was forgiven - it was, after all, okay in the end - but Sokka watched detachedly as Zuko twitched a final time, fingers grasping for something that wasn’t there, and he tells himself all is fair, Zuko would have only died slowly, before taking his blade, whipping off the blood, and finding his friends.
#47 - Water
They envy it, its power, its mystery, its healing; Sokka, because he can never truly feel what it’s like to control it, and Zuko, because it can both drown and mend him.
#48 - Welcome
Sex was like war because it provided the opportunity to regain the battles they had missed or lost out of age or temperament, a welcome change to the stoic world they had come to know all to well.
#49 - Winter
Ice, snow, over fallen leaves and dried summer grass, Zuko envied the winter like he envied the Water Tribe Peasant because both could hid anything soft and delicate under cold, harsh, winds and words; he could not.
#50 - Wood (My attempt at a Faulkner)
It floated down the canal and sometime in the night passed through and into the ocean where little fish caught it and bit at it but their jaws were feeble - they could not break through the slick surface he had carved out in such a loving hurry; their eyes bobbed and rolled but they could not find a crack to forage from nor a soft, rutted patch to siphon at, this symbol of love was made impenetrable - so the small fish were forced to leave it alone and let it drift, which it did for many days and many nights and the stars, the sun, and the moon became its only companions while the ocean splashed, played, and pulled, until it reached the rough shore and the many tiny bits and pieces of other lost parts that foreshadowed its fate, unless, of course something intervened, and for the longest time it did stay alone among pebbles and grain and it seemed that nothing would ever come or happen because the air grew quiet, then water became cooler and stronger, then earth burst with life, but inevitably the sun rose, the water warmed, the plants withered at their stems and a hand picked up the small wooden carving, turning it over and over, until, when asked what he held, the prince answered, “I believe it’s a fish…”
Pairing: Sokka/Prince Zuko (slash)
Theme set: Delta
Rating: K+ to M (for adult themes, nothing graphic)
Notes: Sokka/Zuko and Zuko/Sokka can be approached two ways. One is through humor; the other is through the similarities and contradictions of their characters. I tried the latter. Sorry it took so long…
Also, this is un-betaed and written in the wee hours. Grammar will be corrected when I have the time.
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#01 - Air
“There’s no shame in it,” Sokka said and settled in the cot next to him (“after all we breath the same air, don’t we?”)
#02 - Apples
He tries to remember whether or not they’re a fall fruit when the guard tosses them in -- they must be spring or even summer, he thinks, otherwise the world might have stopped or ended or he and his solemn, scarred cellmate may never see the light of day again.
#03 - Beginning
He watched her take the throne - not really, because he was banished, but he knew how she would walk, smirk, and flaunt and he could see it all in his mind - and knew it was the end of his chance, the death of his dream; of course, though, there was a small comfort in finding the Tribesman sitting at the fire holding out a cut of bitter tea - comforting and inviting, because his previous life was gone.
#04 - Bugs
Sokka flicks the ant off his inner thigh and cringes; they’re a particular nuisance now, but (at any rate) their tingling touch kept his mind off the night before and on his dire need of a bath.
#05 - Coffee
“Drink this,” Zuko says and, cursing the strength of Earth Kingdom liquor, passes the cup to the bleary-eyed boy next to him, before rolling over and staring at the sparse inn wall.
#06 - Dark (optional relation to #36)
He never asked why their trysts were nightly when it was just as easy in the day, it was for secrecy of course, because neither of them could be caught, because; he never considered the possibility that in the dark, he was formless, able to be melted into any desire, nor did he consider the possibility Sokka lied in three words.
#07 - Despair
He credited Zuko with pulling him up and out of the hole despair dug around him - even if it had involved the flashing of fists, tearing eyes, the eventual kiss, closeness of bodies, hesitation before their bodies crushed together, and the silent promise that he would no longer be along, was voiced.
#08 - Doors
He was in a hallway lined with doors and torches and there was no end visible, Yue stood by her door, smiled, and stepped away - he barely caught the creak of another opening as hers shut thunderously, he did, however, see the flames waver.
#09 - Drink (optional prequel to #05)
On the eight glass he stopped and stared at the Firebender, whom in turn gave him a “what the hell?” look until he blatantly declared through a haze, “You and me. Now,” finding it perfectly normal that the prince didn’t choke on his own drink.
#10 - Duty
Zula was the one who reminded him princes were meant to rule, wed, and pass the royal bloodline; he often wonders what his life would be like if he had accepted the truth, but much is forgotten in sapphire skies.
#11 - Earth
Sokka was the one to decide sleeping on the cold earth was no long necessary and Zuko was the one he woke up next to because when your fifteen, alone, and the twelve year old in your group already sleeps next you your sister, things like that tend to happen.
#12 - End
“It can’t end like this!” he snarls and the other thinks it’s fitting for both of them; two enemies, trapped for eternity in a cage of earth and hate (only one of which could be escaped, he thinks, and reaches over).
#13 - Fall
When the smoke of the final battle cleared and the trees were burning Sokka found Zuko on a solitary bridge, approached him, and failed to notice the drops of flame coasting over the crystalline surface, asking, “Where the hell have you been? You whole fucking country’s looking for you.”
#14 - Fire
Zuko has always been afraid to love because, like a raging fire, he might be consumed; in effect he learned to hate -- which was worse because love he could hold in, hate tempted him to fuck the Water Tribe boy senseless.
#15 - Flexible
It has been developed over time, out of necessity, and need, so, when Sokka blatantly leans in to kiss him there is no hesitation to return the gesture and nothing eats away guiltily because his conscience has become flexible.
#16 - Flying
Zuko hates the air and how the bison sways and the knowledge that, by sea, the route would not take five days; worst of all, Sokka is the only one awake on long nights and at first they don’t say anything to each other until the bison turns and he, who is not holding on, is tossed into the Tribesman, who is willing to pin the Prince to the spot and smirk because he knows, in the air, he has the upper hand.
#17 - Food
It is really a stupid game they play and Zuko can’t help but to role his eyes as Sokka shrugs, saying, “Sorry. I love you both equally.”
#18 - Foot
He understands why it’s so hard to start over, why putting one shaky foot in front of the other may cause him to fall, but he thinks it will be easier the night he lays next to the Firebender without being shoved away; he understands the idea - baby steps toward a greater goal.
#19 - Grave
Sokka’s mother had no grave, no marker except for the temple in his heart; Zuko, on the other hand, had a temple erected in his name, golden and glittering; it was Sokka, however, that knew the grave in his heart was one in its kind.
#20 - Green
It was the color of spring, rebirth, renewal and as the Avatar left the Northern Water Tribe and the banished Prince floated with the current, the color in the leaves was a warning that only they read.
#21 - Head
The problem with infatuation Sokka discovered wasn’t the constant urge to find a solitary bush far away from camp - no, that was only a small part - it was the image of the prince floating in the back of his head and the notion that it should have been Yue’s.
#22 - Hollow
Zuko knows there is nothing in Sokka’s eyes when he looks into them and catches the boy’s chin with his thumb, splaying fingers across the exposed neckline, ignoring the inevitable answer -- what he has been searching for is long lost -- because denial is the basis of sanity and he must ask, “One more time, Sokka… where is the Avatar?”
#23 - Honor
“You think it’s honorable,” she asked, “for you, my brother, Prince of the Fire Nation banished or no, to lay with this peasant?” (but he had lost her point in the ambiguity of the word).
#24 - Hope
Zuko found Sokka’s eyes entrancing because they often reminded him of the freezing South Pole, full of hateful winds, and harsh terrain, and where his hope was first renewed.
#25 - Light
Sokka hates the dark, so when Zuko opens his palm and fire springs forth, there’s a silent gratitude and eternal envy -- Sokka’s not sure if he want the be the Firebender or be with him.
#26 - Lost
It was wet and it was cold, unlike anything it would produce, the second time Prince Zuko fought Sokka, the first time they kissed; alone, in the pouring rain, he thought he might have lost something he hadn’t needed in the first place, because for the first time in a long time he felt like less of a traitor to himself.
#27 - Metal
Palms up, against the wall, Sokka could feel the heat pulse through the steel and it vaguely reminded him of warm gasps against his neck in the night and the mouth they escaped and the scar.
#28 - New
“Where the hell did you learn this?” He gasped into the warm hand and crushed his eyes shut as his pale companion smirked, “It’s just one of the perks of laying with a Firebender.”
#29 - Old
“I can’t keep this up,” he said to the pale prince in front of him as he rubbed at his wrists, achy joins and recently disturbed spoil dissipating; he didn’t know if the Prince understood or knew it had been over twenty years ago… maybe the memory was as eternal and stationary as the war.
#30 - Peace
The things that linger in the air around both boys were truths, most released from the deepest, darkest chambers of the heart, and although neither was willing or able to voice them aloud, Sokka was finally sure he could let her go completely.
#31 - Poison
It was the first time he’d experienced an orgasm, a real orgasm, and it ripped through him, scorching veins like the fire from his lovers hands, and he was certain he would die because this surely was poison.
#32 - Pretty
There was nothing beautiful, feminine, or striking about Sokka but, despite his gender, culture, or duty, Zuko thought there was something attractive in his stance and, perhaps pretty, in his eyes.
#33 - Rain
The rain was comforting because it washed away any trace of their rendezvous and made his concentrate on the path instead of the orgasmic face of his lover.
#34 - Regret
“I want to see it,” he says to the face-stealer and watches as the youthful features of his long last appear and leer, asking for payment; but there’s nothing but the past to regret now, so, he smiles back.
#35 - Roses
“Don’t ever give me flowers,” Zuko told him once and Sokka added, “Yeah, roses can’t represent us if they die so quickly.”
#36 - Secret
Sokka never though he would be able to use another human, but sometimes when he told Zuko loved him, he lied, sometimes he imagined the pale skin of the Firebender belonged to Yue, and he reminded himself it was all necessary because he needed the release.
#37 - Snakes
The situation is awkward and Sokka has never before thought of Zuko’s lips on him, but the prince is against his stomach and the sensation of another body on his, touching him, is almost foreign; the look he receives after the Prince spits is not and all be can do is shrug sheepishly as heat rises in his cheeks, “How the hell was I supposed to know there was a snake in by bedding?”
#38 - Snow
Sokka will sometimes think about Yue and how pale her hair was and how her eyes caught light in the snow and shined and then there is the Prince, with dark hair and placid skin and Sokka wonders why the Firebender invades his mind; he can’t forget the Zuko face down in the snow, how he wanted to leave him, and how he might have felt if they had.
#39 - Solid
He was tangible, solid, not like the other things Zuko chased across the seas and this gave the Prince hope, hope that the other things were as painless and rose tinted as having Sokka next to him.
#40 - Spring
It was the worst of the seasons because blazing summers and frigid winters could be endured and fall was a time of change, but was a time a fertility and nativity and it mocked him in greens from forest to teal as he walked through it, next to Zuko.
#41 - Stable
When he analyzes their relationship, and he sometimes loathes to call it such, it’s painfully clear he is dependant in a way far from the emotional familiarity and stability his uncle provided - Sokka is intimacy; Sokka is physical; Sokka is stability.
#42 - Strange
Once, in the night, Sokka kissed Zuko’s scar softly and found it strange that he did not wake.
#43 - Summer
It was an attempt to seek refuge from the heat that lead both boys to the river, and it was the chance to forget they only had a moon’s cycle left that drew them to each other.
#44 - Taboo
“It’s hard to live…” Sokka would begin to say and then leave out “like this” because it was one thing to love another man, but it was much more complicated when one remembers the man between his legs is his brother-in-law.
#45 - Ugly
(“I hate you”) Zuko shuddered and the tongue raked over his left cheek, (“I hate your face”) teeth ground against his disfigured ear, (“I hate your scar”) and the ropes were tight at his wrists and ankles.
#46 - War
It should have meant more than it did, spending dark nights whispering nothings into each other’s ears and easing that orgasmic rush of lust; it should have meant more, enough to kneel down by his body after the final battle and tell him it would be alright, tell him his betrayal was forgiven - it was, after all, okay in the end - but Sokka watched detachedly as Zuko twitched a final time, fingers grasping for something that wasn’t there, and he tells himself all is fair, Zuko would have only died slowly, before taking his blade, whipping off the blood, and finding his friends.
#47 - Water
They envy it, its power, its mystery, its healing; Sokka, because he can never truly feel what it’s like to control it, and Zuko, because it can both drown and mend him.
#48 - Welcome
Sex was like war because it provided the opportunity to regain the battles they had missed or lost out of age or temperament, a welcome change to the stoic world they had come to know all to well.
#49 - Winter
Ice, snow, over fallen leaves and dried summer grass, Zuko envied the winter like he envied the Water Tribe Peasant because both could hid anything soft and delicate under cold, harsh, winds and words; he could not.
#50 - Wood (My attempt at a Faulkner)
It floated down the canal and sometime in the night passed through and into the ocean where little fish caught it and bit at it but their jaws were feeble - they could not break through the slick surface he had carved out in such a loving hurry; their eyes bobbed and rolled but they could not find a crack to forage from nor a soft, rutted patch to siphon at, this symbol of love was made impenetrable - so the small fish were forced to leave it alone and let it drift, which it did for many days and many nights and the stars, the sun, and the moon became its only companions while the ocean splashed, played, and pulled, until it reached the rough shore and the many tiny bits and pieces of other lost parts that foreshadowed its fate, unless, of course something intervened, and for the longest time it did stay alone among pebbles and grain and it seemed that nothing would ever come or happen because the air grew quiet, then water became cooler and stronger, then earth burst with life, but inevitably the sun rose, the water warmed, the plants withered at their stems and a hand picked up the small wooden carving, turning it over and over, until, when asked what he held, the prince answered, “I believe it’s a fish…”