Memento:
Sokkla Saturday Drabble.
Azula finished
speaking. She was proud. Proud! Back arc, head high. Sokka was
dumbfounded.“Azula, that was
wrong!”Azula’s shoulders
slumped. “You said I’m the best tracker!”“You are! Your
plan to rescue Suki worked great. She’d still be in Keui’s dungeon if
it weren’t for you. What your father did was still wrong!” Sokka
shook his head. “You were six?”“I was five the
first time he left me alone on the island. Drugging me first came at
six.” No anger, no resentment. “Survival skills, I’m ready for
anything,” she said, thumping her fist.Sokka pressed his
hands against his ears. “Father trained me. Lots of
games. It was exciting. Once he left me on Razu’s fist – a
big rock formation in the rapids that leads to Keri’s falls.
Starts as a boulder on the shore, goes underwater, that’s called the
arm, leads to the fist. Beautiful! I almost fell in when I first woke
up.”“Where
would Suki be if he hadn’t trained me! Would you rather that?”Her wounds were
all inside. Did she even know they were there?Sokka
grabbed her, hugged her, she shivered in his embrace. “I’d rather
he had never hurt you.”
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I believe in you
Third of the drabbles: for the Sokkla Saturdays – Drabble Challenge
Physical exercises (Squats!). Breathing exercises. Meditation (Aang). Strict sleep schedule. Healthy food, only. Limited stress. She had done everything right so …“
“Where’s the baby!!!” Azula screamed after a particularly painful contraction. “It’s late! What’s taking so long?”
“Azula,” Ursa soothed, mopping her daughter’s brow. “Babies don’t come on a timetable.”
“I wasn’t late!” Azula shouted, then grabbed her husband by the collar. “This is your fault Sokka.“
Ursa released Azula’s stranglehold on Sokka.
“I wasn’t late, tell him mother!” Azula demanded.
“Definitely not. The midwife just thought you should’ve come ten days earlier.”
“See!” Azula proclaimed. Then frowned, confused. “Wait!” but her thought was cut off by another contraction.
Katara checked her. “Six centimeters.”
“SIX!” Azula cried. “I’m never having this baby. I’ll labor forever, I …”
Sokka placed his hands on Azula’s cheeks. “Listen. Any woman who can take down a nation at age fourteen can have a baby at age 23. Now breathe. With me.”
“But!!!”
“Breathe!”
Seven hours later Azula conceded Sokka’s faith in her was correct. The most wonderful child in all the world nestled at her breast.
“We did it.” Azula whispered.
Attraction
Second in a collection of drabbles for the Sokkla Saturdays – Drabble Challenge
At least Katara
wasn’t screaming death threats or trying to break down the door
anymore. Either she had given up or Aang, Ty Lee, and Suki had
finally managed to drag her away, whichever, Zuko didn’t know or
care. It was quiet.On his right, his
mother and stepfather. His mother kept making fish faces, about to
say something but unable to voice her thought. Ikem just stared. To
his left Iroh, working on his fourth or fifth cup of tea since the
announcement.The two who had
gaily made said announcement not minutes before? Stood on the other
side of the desk, arms wrapped around each other kissing and eww …
Woof-woof? Sparkles? Zuko clapped his hands over and dropped his head
onto the table.“Just a dream. A
dream,” he told himself, then lifted his head.STILL THERE. Gazing
into each others eyes as if no one else existed.Sokka. Azula.
“HOW DID THIS
HAPPEN????” Zuko screamed, startling everyone.Sokka, without
turning his gaze from his beloved, explained; “Well, you did tell
me to keep an eye on her. I kept two. Two ears as well. I liked what
I discovered.”Azula giggled. “My
prince,” she said.
A New Vision
The
Firelord’s office seemed small with Azula in it. The room could
easily have fit fifteen people in it without crowding, but Azula,
especially when upset, took up a lot of space.“I’ve
hired the best ophthalmologist in the world Zuko, don’t worry.”
Sokka
sighed, Zuko sighed. They stared at each other over Azula’s head.“She’ll
be here in the morning.”Sokka
raised his arms in defeat. Zuko rubbed his forehead.“Azula,
we have a good ophthalmologist,” he told her patiently. “He’s
prescribing glasses.”Sokka
desperately made shut-up motions, then began shaking his head widely,
mouthing something and circling his fingers about. Zuko frowned,
confused. Azula turned sharply, narrowed her eyes at her husband.
Sokka began nodded his head, mouth pursed.
“Exactly what did
you want to say to my brother?” Azula’s voice had the dangerous, we
are going to talk about this till 2am tone.
“Just how right
you are my little Firebunny!” he told her, and gave her a peck on
the nose. Azula blushed, deeply. Public displays of affection weren’t
how she rolled.
“Sokka,” she hissed between her teeth. “Not.
Here.”
“Good save,” Zuko mouthed over Azula’s head. Azula
swung about again.“As
I was saying Zuko, since you obviously can’t handle even this without
my help.”
“Just roll with it!” Sokka mouthed back. Zuko
sighed. Probably the smartest move.
“The best ophthalmologist
in the world will be here tomorrow morning, 9am and she’ll fix
Izumi’s eyes.”
“9am. Best ophthalmologist.” Zuko wrote the
information down on his calendar. “I assume you will want to there
during the examination?”
“Well, if you insist. I’ll clear my
schedule. Glasses for my niece indeed. She isn’t even seven yet!”
Azula pivoted on her heel and marched out of the room.
Zuko
looked at Sokka, Sokka looked at Zuko.
“She’s your sister!”
Sokka proclaimed at the very same time as Zuko proclaimed “She’s
your wife!”Zuko
let out a low whistle of breath. “I guess one more exam couldn’t
hurt. Who knows? Perhaps there is something the ‘best ophthalmologist
in the world can do’.”***************************************************************************
Azula
sat, arms crossed, her face drawn into a frown, clearly defeated.“Don’t
worry Zuko,” she said at least. “I’ll hire the best optician in
the world to design the perfect glasses for Izumi’s face.” Azula
stood and wagged her finger at Zuko. “Don’t worry. You’ll see.”
She bent down to give Izumi a peck on the cheek. “You’ll be so
beautiful Izumi! Everyone will want to wear glasses,” she assured
her niece before striding out of the room.
There was silence,
then Izumi turned to her uncle and father.
“This is one of
those Aunt Azula things isn’t it?” she asked them.“Yep.”
“Umhm.”Izumi
sighed. “Well she will hire the best. I’ll just give her a big hug
and tell her how right she was when I try on the glasses I like,”
Izumi told them and then left the two of them alone.Sokka
looked at Zuko, Zuko looked at Sokka.“Well
Izumi certainly doesn’t get it from me,” Zuko said after a minute.
“My wife, played by a seven year old.”Sokka
grinned at his brother-in-law.
“I want to be there for that,”
they said at the same time. They shook hands.It
would be fun to watch.
Reserved
When Azula opened
her planner one winter morning in the middle of the month of Mutsuki,
on the first day of the week, she found the gold ribbon dedicated to
the day in the wrong place. It did not mark, as it should have
Sunday, the 8th of the month, but many more weeks into
the future. Moreover it was doubled back, the end stuck back into the
calendar several days ahead.The monthy, and the
weekly ribbons were not in their places either. All were far ahead of
the current date.Azula frowned, held
the book in her hand as if the cover might disclose what was going
on.She and she alone
used the book. She would take the notes from her secretary and copy
them into her book, adding personal notes to the entries, review the
week ahead. This way she always kept abreast of her social
engagements.Clearly someone had
tampered with the journal. But who? Even the children knew not to
fool with her books.She grasped the edge of the red
ribbon and pulled, opening the monthly calendar: Satsuki. Splashed
across the days numbered 11-18, written in bold black ink were these
words:RESERVED: Sokka and Azula.
She pulled grasped
the blue ribbon; splashed across the same period:RESERVED:
Sokka and Azula.She smiled as she
flipped through the diary open to the places marked by the gold
ribbon, knowing what was marked on each one.RESERVED: Sokka and
Azula.Sokka leaned over
her and kissed the top of her head, then tapped the entry with his
finger.“Hmmm. Looks like
we can’t get out of this one.”“It seems pretty
official to me,” Azula agreed. How long had it been since the two
of them were out alone anywhere together? Between work and social
engagements, the children’s needs, family obligations they hadn’t
been away together in almost“Twenty-six
years,” Sokka said softly, finishing her thoughts. “That’s the
last time the two of us were alone together for any length of time.
“Oh a few hours here and there when your mother would watch the
children so we could take in a play or musical. Dinner for two on the
boat.”“But what about Arya and Umay, she’s just
eleven!”“Arya is fourteen and can do without us for
a week, and so can Umay; she’s very independent.”“Too independent,”
Azula said with a frown. She was the baby of the family. Weren’t
baby’s of the family suppose to be more independent? But Umay had,
from a young age, wanted to “do it self”.“Your mother is
still quite capable, and Dabi will have been back home by then for
two months.” Dabi was graduatuating a full 2.5 years ahead of time.
“He’ agreed to take charge of everything.” Dabi was the most
reliable. He said he would do something then unless nature conspired
against him he did it.“But …”
“No
‘buts’ Azula. Cami’s not due till the summer, Tommen will still be in
college and the twins will be by your brother learning about Fire
nation culture, as you wanted.” All their children spent a year
with the Water Tribes and a year in the Fire Nation, to learn about
the respective cultures, coming home for the holidays and the
summer.”Azula looked down at the journal.
“It
says right here that we get a week together, and that is your law
book.”
“But where do we go?”“Anywhere you
like.”Azula frowned, then
lifted her head toward him. “Surprise me.” She said.
The weeks flew by,
there was always something pressing, something that needed doing,
some dignitary that needed his feelings soothed, or her crisis
attended to. There were council meetings which lasted till morning
and emergencies among the staff and servants. The children fought,
lost their homework, and had meltdowns.But finally the week
came. Azula had begun to wonder if Sokka had forgotten, but after
supper the evening before the big week she had come into her bedroom
to find the maid handing several suitcases to one of the servants to
take onto the boat.“Master Sokka says
that you’ll be spending the night on the boat, Madam.”“On the boat?”
“Well we have to travel to our destination somehow.”
Sokka had entered the room after her. “So go down, everyone’s
waiting in the foyer to say goodbye.”“But …”
“No
buts. I’ll be down in a moment.”And before she had much
time to think she was on their boat, headed down the channel to the
open sea.It wasn’t a large
boat, meant for family outings to transport the family to and from
respective home towns, it had a nice deck for sunning on, a kitchen,
a family meeting room for rainy weather, three bedrooms, and a staff
section.No one was on the
boat but herself and Sokka.Sokka, frustratingly
enough, refused to even give her a hint as to where they were going.They sat together on
the bridge of the boat as they maneuvered out of the channel and
headed southwest.Now she knew.
“Roku’s island” she said confidently. No one had reinhabited it,
but the volcano had grown quiet and the land had begun to flower
again.“Nope. Not even
close.”Azula frowned. “Ember island?” That wouldn’t
have been getting away though, as Zuko frequented the island. But her
brother would have cheerfully lent the house to her for a week or
more.“Nope.”
Her confidence began
to falter as she named one island after another, all meeting a
resounding “no.”
“Are we headed for the Water Nations?”
Sokka laughed.“No, no and no.”
“But …”
“No buts remember?” he told her, then, pointing to the moon, high in the sky he said “It’s near midnight. You go to bed. I’ll be down
soon. When you wake, will be there. Please?”Azula nodded,
slipped her arms into her crutches, gave her husband a peck on the
cheek and took the lift down to their bedroom. In a few minutes she
was asleep.Sokka was still
sleeping when she woke the next morning, the sun shining in through
the portal. Nothing to see though but the lapping of waves. She
bathed and dressed quickly, then went upstairs, walking from aft to
stern, from port to starboard.Nothing but sea.
“Well?” Sokka
said from behind her.“Where are we?”
“About 200
kilometers from the furtherst island of the Fire Nation.“But there’s
nothing here!” Azula exclaimed.“That’s where you
are wrong my dear Firebird, no buts about it. Here is everything in the world I need
right now.. A refrigerator full of food, many fine bottles of wine, a
cozy bed, and you and me.” He scooped her up into his arms and
swung her around. “And no one and nothing to take us away from each
other.”“Well,” she
said, curling her arms about his neck and kissing him. “When you
put it like that. I like being wrong.”He smiled, and
carried her back down below deck.
Sokkla *headcanon: (from my AU where they are married, living on an island and Azula was struck with a devastating illness that left her paralyzed from the waist down for several years).
Sokka loves to garden, and what he does in the garden often reflects his moods. When he is stressed he prunes and deadheads plants. When he is angry he weeds, rakes and burns leaves/twigs. When he is sad sweeps the paths and cleans things. When he is happy or proud he plants, digs new flower beds, or plans.
Azula can always tell what he is feeling by not only watching what he does but where he does it – when he is angry at her or the children he moves further away from their private gardens. When he is happy with her or the children he moves to their private gardens.
The angriest he was at her was several years after her recovery from the illness when she was able to walk, but only with crutches, and started ignoring Katara’s advice to take it easy on herself. She had a minor relapse, and was in bed again, and when she heard that Sokka was in the “Weeding the Cantik Garden” which was on the opposite side of the mountain, she knew he was furious with her-
Azula on the other hand took to archaeological-linguistic, and published many books on ancient languages,decipher several languages that had not been read/understand for thousands of years, as well as their connection to present day tongues, how the meanings of words changed etc. She wrote for the elite, some of which were only understandable by a handful of people, and the common person as well, under several different pen names. She thought no one knew it was her, but as often she used some version of Blue, Dragon, Empress, Fire anyone who could decipher the name knew it was her. But people respected her enough to not say anything.
*Can you have a headcanon on a non-canon ship? Announcing right now that it is canon, I come from an alternate universe where all this is canon and I’m desperate to get back. or TBDC ; take your pick.
Morning Star
With the
morning sun came the birds, and the fisherman’s daughter’s piping. Frail and
weak no one would put to boat without her music to wish them well, for an
astrologer had held his hands above her mother’s womb, foretold she was a
talisman against misfortune. Scoffers had died, confirming in the minds of many
her worth.The
breeze brought in the brine, the morning broths, and roses, jasmine, and pine,
for the windows opened to both the sea and the garden.“Lay back
down.” Sokka patted the spot beside him. His arm curled in a makeshift pillow; Cami
had spread herself across their down ones.“It’s so
beautiful though,” Azula said. Yuma was snuggled against her breast, suckling
in his sleep. The windows wrapped around
the corner and she had a view of the sea and the tea garden.“Did he
let you sleep at all?’ Sokka questioned, sitting up beside her. He took up comb,
brush and ribbon from the nightstand undid the braid in her hair and began
brushing it. Azula sighed contentedly, and
then smiled down at her son.
“A little. He’s still learning.”
“You need to sleep Azula.” He split her hair into three parts, running his
hands down the silky chestnut strands, twisting them into a new braid, weaving
the ribbon in and out every third turn. “Oya
will take Cami out for a ride, and I’m telling Kai to sit beside you and not
let you out of bed till mid-morning. You’ll meet me for lunch.”Azula leaned back
against Sokka.“Hey, I can’t do your hair this way.”
“Too bad…” Azula laughed, “I’m too comfortable this way.
Sokka wrapped his arms about her. “Oya can do my hair later.” She turned her
head to kiss him, careful not to disturb Yuma. “When I wake…” She slipped her head into the crook of his
neck.“Well, I don’t mind this myself.” Sokka slid his arms across hers, and then
leaned back against the headboard in the narrow space Cami had left them. The
fisherman’s daughter trilled a last note. The boats were all at sea. A servant
hummed in the dressing room beyond, as she laid out clothes. Cami murmured and
turned in hers sleep, shot her arms and legs wide then rolled to small bit of
wall beneath the windows.“Oh now you give me my pillow!” Sokka moved down the wall toward the window,
and Azula sunk deeper into his arms.“Stay,” she said, half command, half
plea, “is anything more than the color of the carpet on the agenda?”“That is one of the top issues. Also fishing rights – King Kuei claims his
water rights are being infringed on, the
educational committee wants new standards
of reading for primary children, budget debate – everyone wants money, and…” he
slid down to his pillow, taking her with him. “No – nothing more important than
what is here. At least…” he brushed his lips against hers, “at least for
another hour or so. I can be late.”She
smiled up at him, stroked his cheek with her hand, and nestled her head against
his chest, till all she heard was his heart, beating a lullaby of love.
SOKKLA: Peaceful Days by 0KiWi0
Isn’t it great that someone (Sokka) finally reached out to Azula and gave her love and caring, helped her see that there was another path? Loved her despite her mental illness? Supported her?
I’m so glad that is true.
(the above is one of my favorite works on the couple).
I don’t consider this porn or anything like that, but some offices might have strict rules so tagged it NSFW. But this is real love above imho.
Describe a Sokka and Azula child.
Sokka and Azula’s first child is a girl, a waterbender. While Katara is joyful at the news both Sokka and Azula are somewhat trepidatious: both worry about how the other parent will feel. Azula is worried that Sokka will feel bad because the child is a waterBENDER and Sokka because Azula will feel upset that the child is a WATERbender. But once they both realize how wrong they are (after a great deal of ridiculous circumlocutious
conversation).
She’s born with amber eyes, and dark brown hair. She is a prodigy, what else would one expect? And has her father’s warmth, and general goofiness, but she also tends to lie, much to the consternation of both parents. She smart, manipulative, gets into scrapes and troubles, spies, always where she shouldn’t be, but also very kind hearted. She loves animals, adopts the injured, much to Azula’s dismay “WE ARE NOT A ZOO!” but eventually her mother comes around.
She adores her parents, loves to hear her mommies stories, but goes to her father for scrapes and bruises.
LIke her Aunt she becomes a healer, but her work focuses on animals. She marries, has five children, 2 girls and 3 boys.
Like Kya she stays close to her mother and father, especially after her father dies. She’s her mother’s support and with both her parents when they die.
That’s beautiful. I love the idea of this Sokkla baby. lol.
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