AtLA: Struck By You
Title: Struck By You
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender
Author:
kawaiispinel
Feedback: ...Is loverly.
Word Count: 1183
Rating: PG
Prompt: 15. Scram! (
30_romances)
Characters: Sokka, Toph, and a few mentions of various other characters.
Pairings: Sokka/Toph.
Summary: (AU) A dance club and a strange girl make for an interesting evening.
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. It wouldn't be fit for children if I ran the show.
Author's Note: I blame my obsession with "Paralyzer" for this crazy little AU of mine. It took all of my power not to make it into a 'verse, because there's some crazy implications in here of stuff that could be interesting. (Jet and Zuko as Sokka's college roommates being the obvious one... And the brief mention of Ty Lee.)
He had a feeling he was going to have to punch both of his roommates in the face when he got home after this. They had convinced him to come out to the new club on the strip despite his seething hatred of clubs and all the pretentiousness they stood for, and no sooner had they entered, they had added insult to injury by abandoned him to his own devices at the bar. He grimaced over his drink, staring at the crowds of bodies huddled together on the darkened dance floor, illuminated by black lights, as the band played something up-tempo that no one seemed to be in time too.
Except one girl in the middle of the floor. She moved with an odd sort of grace, in perfect time to the beat of the drums and screaming vocals of the singer. Her dark hair covered a good portion of her face and her eyes were closed, her expression giving the impression that she was feeling the music and not just listening to it.
He downed the last of his drunk and shuffled through the bodies on the dance floor in order to reach her. For a moment he thought he lost her in the desperate tangle of dancers, but then the crowd parted and he found her again, dancing by herself as if no one else existed but her and the music.
He wasn’t much of a dancer, but he attempted a few moves just to cover up his desire to talk to her, pretending to be merely dancing near her. "You’re pretty good," he called over the din. He almost didn’t expect her to hear him, but she replied, her voice loud and easy to hear.
"What do you want?" She demanded.
"Well, I saw you dancing alone and assumed you might like a partner," she smiled in a way he hoped would be charming, but she still hadn’t opened her eyes to even look at him.
The girl made a noise of disgust. "Well, you assumed wrong."
"My name’s Sokka," he said, not deterred (very few things could deter him when it came to matters like this). "What’s yours?"
"If I tell you will you go away?" She asked none-to-politely. Politeness obviously didn’t come to her naturally.
"Probably not."
She growled in frustration. "You know what I did to the last guy who tried to pick me up?"
"No."
"I pounded him into the dirt. He looks like someone ran his ass through a cheese grater."
He looked the girl over, blinking in confusion. She was petite, dainty even. She didn’t look like someone who could pound anything into the dirt, much less a grown man.
"You’re persistent, huh?" She asked, interrupting his mental analysis of her. "Most guys get out of Dodge when I tell them that."
"So you haven’t pounded any guys into the dirt recently?" He grinned. Clever girl. He wondered how many fools had actually believed that little ruse.
"I didn’t say that," she replied. Her tone of voice made him believe once again that it was far from a ruse and that she probably would pound him into the dirt if he kept bugging her, but he wasn’t ready to give up just yet. "You don’t seem like a creep," she continued. "I can tell if someone’s just looking for a good time, and you seem.... Sincere, somehow."
"I’m not much for one-night stands," he said sheepishly. "I’ve had a few too many of those." He remembered Ty Lee with an aggravated grimace. That, of course, was mostly his fault. Getting drunk at the circus and running off with the contortionist was a stupid move on several levels. Jet and Zuko said he deserved to wake up tied to his bed with all of his money gone after that incident. After that, he decided he’d go for more serious relationships only. It was just hard to find the right sort of girl in this crazy city.
And this girl... She seemed right somehow. Her acerbic tongue meshed well with his. She wouldn’t get offended by his more sarcastic nature. She was... Oddly perfect. Then again, he was hardly so romantic as to assume such a thing about someone he had only known for a few minutes. Of course, he felt that even if he couldn’t start a lifelong relationship with this strange girl, he’d at least be able to make a friend out of her. She was the type of person he loved to be around.
"Come here," she said, grabbing his hand and leading him through the crowd. She bobbed and weaved through the club, avoiding the dancers until they reached the door and then led him out into the cool night air, illuminated by the bright lights of the city. Outside was a sharp contrast to inside, but not an altogether unpleasant one. At least he didn’t have to scream to be heard out here.
The girl turned to face him for the first time, her eyes wide open now, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw the oddly white color of her eyes- cataracts, he recognized. She was blind.
"Still want to pursue me now?" She grumbled.
"H-How?" He gaped, unable to form anything more coherent as he recalled her graceful dancing and the way she moved through the crowd with ease. He didn’t know any blind person who could do that. (Although his knowledge of blind persons was severely lacking.)
She shuffled her feet. "It’s kind of weird, but I can feel vibrations in the earth, and sort of see things... Kinda like sonar or something."
He blinked. "That is so...." He paused searching for the right word. "Awesome."
The girl blinked. "Really? Most people find it creepy."
"Oh it’s definitely creepy," he said, nodding. "But in an awesome way."
He half-expected her to get angry with him, but she merely laughed. "That’s a new one." She punched him in the arm and he was surprised how much it hurt. "You’re not too bad, Sokka."
"You’re not so bad yourself..." He paused, indicating that she should finally tell him her name.
"Toph," she supplied for him.
"Toph," he repeated. He extended his hand to her. "So, Toph, do you want to blow off this place for someplace a little more intimate?" He wiggled his eyebrows, knowing she couldn’t see him do it.
She knocked his hand away, rolling her eyes. "Don’t get fresh with me." She grinned widely. "I get to choose where we go."
"Deal."
"And I’ll pay."
"Fine by me."
"Good."
And he let her lead him away, half wondering what he had gotten himself into, and thinking that he couldn’t have been lucky enough to get into it in the first place.
He was going to hug his roommates when he got home for making him come with them to that club.
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender
Author:
kawaiispinel
Feedback: ...Is loverly.
Word Count: 1183
Rating: PG
Prompt: 15. Scram! (
30_romances)
Characters: Sokka, Toph, and a few mentions of various other characters.
Pairings: Sokka/Toph.
Summary: (AU) A dance club and a strange girl make for an interesting evening.
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. It wouldn't be fit for children if I ran the show.
Author's Note: I blame my obsession with "Paralyzer" for this crazy little AU of mine. It took all of my power not to make it into a 'verse, because there's some crazy implications in here of stuff that could be interesting. (Jet and Zuko as Sokka's college roommates being the obvious one... And the brief mention of Ty Lee.)
He had a feeling he was going to have to punch both of his roommates in the face when he got home after this. They had convinced him to come out to the new club on the strip despite his seething hatred of clubs and all the pretentiousness they stood for, and no sooner had they entered, they had added insult to injury by abandoned him to his own devices at the bar. He grimaced over his drink, staring at the crowds of bodies huddled together on the darkened dance floor, illuminated by black lights, as the band played something up-tempo that no one seemed to be in time too.
Except one girl in the middle of the floor. She moved with an odd sort of grace, in perfect time to the beat of the drums and screaming vocals of the singer. Her dark hair covered a good portion of her face and her eyes were closed, her expression giving the impression that she was feeling the music and not just listening to it.
He downed the last of his drunk and shuffled through the bodies on the dance floor in order to reach her. For a moment he thought he lost her in the desperate tangle of dancers, but then the crowd parted and he found her again, dancing by herself as if no one else existed but her and the music.
He wasn’t much of a dancer, but he attempted a few moves just to cover up his desire to talk to her, pretending to be merely dancing near her. "You’re pretty good," he called over the din. He almost didn’t expect her to hear him, but she replied, her voice loud and easy to hear.
"What do you want?" She demanded.
"Well, I saw you dancing alone and assumed you might like a partner," she smiled in a way he hoped would be charming, but she still hadn’t opened her eyes to even look at him.
The girl made a noise of disgust. "Well, you assumed wrong."
"My name’s Sokka," he said, not deterred (very few things could deter him when it came to matters like this). "What’s yours?"
"If I tell you will you go away?" She asked none-to-politely. Politeness obviously didn’t come to her naturally.
"Probably not."
She growled in frustration. "You know what I did to the last guy who tried to pick me up?"
"No."
"I pounded him into the dirt. He looks like someone ran his ass through a cheese grater."
He looked the girl over, blinking in confusion. She was petite, dainty even. She didn’t look like someone who could pound anything into the dirt, much less a grown man.
"You’re persistent, huh?" She asked, interrupting his mental analysis of her. "Most guys get out of Dodge when I tell them that."
"So you haven’t pounded any guys into the dirt recently?" He grinned. Clever girl. He wondered how many fools had actually believed that little ruse.
"I didn’t say that," she replied. Her tone of voice made him believe once again that it was far from a ruse and that she probably would pound him into the dirt if he kept bugging her, but he wasn’t ready to give up just yet. "You don’t seem like a creep," she continued. "I can tell if someone’s just looking for a good time, and you seem.... Sincere, somehow."
"I’m not much for one-night stands," he said sheepishly. "I’ve had a few too many of those." He remembered Ty Lee with an aggravated grimace. That, of course, was mostly his fault. Getting drunk at the circus and running off with the contortionist was a stupid move on several levels. Jet and Zuko said he deserved to wake up tied to his bed with all of his money gone after that incident. After that, he decided he’d go for more serious relationships only. It was just hard to find the right sort of girl in this crazy city.
And this girl... She seemed right somehow. Her acerbic tongue meshed well with his. She wouldn’t get offended by his more sarcastic nature. She was... Oddly perfect. Then again, he was hardly so romantic as to assume such a thing about someone he had only known for a few minutes. Of course, he felt that even if he couldn’t start a lifelong relationship with this strange girl, he’d at least be able to make a friend out of her. She was the type of person he loved to be around.
"Come here," she said, grabbing his hand and leading him through the crowd. She bobbed and weaved through the club, avoiding the dancers until they reached the door and then led him out into the cool night air, illuminated by the bright lights of the city. Outside was a sharp contrast to inside, but not an altogether unpleasant one. At least he didn’t have to scream to be heard out here.
The girl turned to face him for the first time, her eyes wide open now, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw the oddly white color of her eyes- cataracts, he recognized. She was blind.
"Still want to pursue me now?" She grumbled.
"H-How?" He gaped, unable to form anything more coherent as he recalled her graceful dancing and the way she moved through the crowd with ease. He didn’t know any blind person who could do that. (Although his knowledge of blind persons was severely lacking.)
She shuffled her feet. "It’s kind of weird, but I can feel vibrations in the earth, and sort of see things... Kinda like sonar or something."
He blinked. "That is so...." He paused searching for the right word. "Awesome."
The girl blinked. "Really? Most people find it creepy."
"Oh it’s definitely creepy," he said, nodding. "But in an awesome way."
He half-expected her to get angry with him, but she merely laughed. "That’s a new one." She punched him in the arm and he was surprised how much it hurt. "You’re not too bad, Sokka."
"You’re not so bad yourself..." He paused, indicating that she should finally tell him her name.
"Toph," she supplied for him.
"Toph," he repeated. He extended his hand to her. "So, Toph, do you want to blow off this place for someplace a little more intimate?" He wiggled his eyebrows, knowing she couldn’t see him do it.
She knocked his hand away, rolling her eyes. "Don’t get fresh with me." She grinned widely. "I get to choose where we go."
"Deal."
"And I’ll pay."
"Fine by me."
"Good."
And he let her lead him away, half wondering what he had gotten himself into, and thinking that he couldn’t have been lucky enough to get into it in the first place.
He was going to hug his roommates when he got home for making him come with them to that club.