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I was looking through files on my laptop and came upon this video:
I had made this for the 200th chapter release for Gladiator. Didn't plan on watching this today but it put an emotional smile on my face. It hasn't been that long ago, yet it feels like it was. I was so motivated putting my favorite quotes and artworks. The last slides were spoilers back then, no one knew what exactly would've happen. Reading the quotes of how Sokkla dreamed about a better future, where they can love each other freely...
It struck to me just now again, of how big an impact Sokkla has been on my life. Passionately waiting for the next chapter, the next arc...
Time passes quickly, and memories such as this video stay <3
Fic-to-Art #62: Sokka and Azula's Fire Nation Wedding + Gladiator's Thirteenth Anniversary
And here we are: another Gladiator Anniversary to rejoice in. It's been thirteen years with this story, the craziest ones of my life! And this time... I can certainly say it'll be the final anniversary while the story is still being published.
The feeling is certainly bittersweet, but I must say, I'm but a few chapters away from fulfilling my promise of seeing this story to the very end... knowing that I'll make it is truly gratifying. Finishing a story is no simple matter, regardless of how much time you've spent at it... this, obviously, is the first time I'll finish something of this magnitude other than my schooling :> kinda funny to see it that way...
I really liked working on this piece, I feel like the growth of my characters (and mine!) are really clear across all the years of Gladiator's development. I've evolved so much as a writer and artist, the experience I've racked up thanks to Gladiator is nothing to scoff at. Now, all that is left is for me to tie this knot for good... and to carry these two dorks in my heart anyway, wherever I may go next!
I hope you guys enjoy this little glimpse at a scene coming up very soon, and that you rejoice with me in Gladiator's latest anniversary, the very last one before its completion. Thank you for all the years of support and enjoyment of this fic, truly. I'll always be grateful, and proud, that I can say I wrote this monumental story, and that I gave it my everything, every step of the way.
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[Nesta] had never said the words aloud. To anyone.
[…]
“I love you, too,” Feyre whispered to her sister, and smiled.
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Family relationships often leave us in doubt about the validity of the feelings that others have for us, whether they exist genuinely or simply because of the obligation and strength of blood ties.
Specifically in Nesta and Feyre’s case, their relationship was troubled for many reasons, from the absence of parents to poverty, and the doubt about the reciprocity of love always hovered over them. That is why Nesta’s first “I love you” being for Feyre and her receiving one in return, in a reciprocal way, is possibly one of the most moving moments in Acosf.
But, as much as a declaration in an extreme situation was welcome in the case of both, imagining them later sharing their tastes and everything that makes them who they are, thus strengthening an existing bond, enchants us.
The Bridge Kingdom Serie, The Traitor Queen Ending Rewrite,
Read here: I made a promise
The first Bridge Kingdom is one of my favorite books. I liked Aren and Lara, the world and the characters. Especially Aren is a very well written character, a good man. Of course the story has flaws here and there (for more you can read my reviews on goodreads).
I don't like the second book at all. But the major problem are certain scenes, starting with chapter 50. After a long thought, I decided to rewrite some parts, like a fanfiction, alternate version.
This is the version, I accept for the books. The original one does not exist for me.
If you like, you can read and also comment. I respect author's works, and thank them for giving us beautiful stories and ideas. But in order for me to keep reading this series, which I like with it's flaws and amazing things, I can't and I refuse to accept this particulary scene. I also added/changed a little detail in the end.
The scene starts after Aren gets dressed on Gamire Island, after being with Lara.
I felt sad for Apollo here. The guy did nothing wrong, yet Jacks, his supposedly friend stabbed him in the back several times. No matter what, Apollo is 100% justified in his hate towards him and the fact he has wanted posters.
In my teenage years, I would have supported Jacks, but today, even if I really ship Evajacks, I don’t truly think Jacks deserve this happy ending. He never apologized or felt bad for his actions. He never felt sorry for Apollo, his friend.
And please let’s all not forget that he did NOTHING for Evangeline’s happiness. He was literally going to use the stones, erasing her memories as well, knowing fully that she would go through all these miseries again, only without him. He was alright using and pressuring Evangeline all this time, just to have his „own happiness“ and her going through all this misery on her own and who knows maybe even worse.
In ACFTL, Jacks again wanted to rip his heart out and again leave Evangeline in misery. He triggered her remembering him, only so that he could leave her again.
I still can’t help but feel like, that Apollo might have been the original happy ending of Evangeline but the course of the story changed? And I really like the third book because it has this slightly gentlemanly romantic touch, the relationship between Eva and Apollo has some very nice moments where I thought, they actually could have been happy if they talked things out and Apollo confessed everything. I had enjoyed the first book where he is cursed (sadly) a lot too. They fit together well actually. I just think in order to make Evajacks happen, Apollo who showed regret for his actions, suddenly was turned into someone who he was not. And that’s tragic.
We've wrapped up Sokkla Saturdays once again. As always, I enjoyed this event. Writing and reading.
This was my first fanfiction that I've (for now) completed, and it was a fantastic experience. Writing an entire story is anything but easy. It requires a lot of planning, revisions, and adjustments. I've definitely gained a new respect for writers and authors who even write entire book series. It took a lot of thought and effort, and I really enjoyed writing it. The story ends here, for now (?). I liked this setting and this version of Sokkla, and there are characters and things I'd like to explore; develop further. I don't know, but hopefully, I can continue working on this story in the future.
For now, I hope you'll like this last chapter. I had a very different one in mind when I first started writing this story. Things turned out this way and I believe this was the right and most fitting way.=)
Thank you so much to everyone who read my fanfiction and for your lovely comments. I was so happy about them! <33 And thank you to everyone who organized this nice event! I'm already looking forward to next year.
The next month passed by quickly. After the thunderstorm that lasted for two whole days, the islanders went to their daily usual lives.
Sokka, however, wished it’d be endless thunderstorms, so that he could stay in the house with his wife forever. Talking, cuddling, playing games, preparing food clumsily and lovemaking, followed by taking a warm bath and lots of playful teasing and laughter.
But duty was calling and he went to his usual work mostly in the barracks and controlling points. Azula accompanied him every now and then. On other days she explored Kyoshi Island, spend time with the people and the guards together with Ty Lee often. Sokka made an official announcement, confirming Azula’s title as Crown Princess. Everything found its way. Keona apologized for his unfair treatment of Azula, which she accepted. Despite it all, she still was wary around him. Which was rare since Keano mostly accompanied Sokka and had other important jobs on the Island.
The weather became slightly warmer. Azula could see the sun again, since the fog had gone. She grew to like the rain and the fog, but it felt good to have warmer seasons occasionally too. It reminded her of the times she watched the sunset in Caldera City.
Sunsets could be seen clearly from her and Sokka’s house, which she never missed when she was home. Her arms crossed, she stood on the balcony enjoying the spectacle of nature.
Arms slung around her suddenly. A kiss pressed to her cheek with a pleasant humming noise. She instantly smiled.
“Hard day?” Azula asked, sliding her hands on his arms.
“Read too many protocols today. But it’s finally over.” Sokka said, resting his chin on her shoulder.
He waited patiently. When he was done he couldn’t wait to come home as quickly as possible. To Azula. His wonderful wife.
“You must be hungry.” she said.
“I definitely am.” he said.
Sokka felt a little melancholy coming from Azula.
“How was your day? Is everything alright?” he asked.
“I went to the bakery after my visit to the hut. Bought our favorite baked goods.” Azula said.
“Aren’t you the perfect wife.” he said pressing another kiss to her cheek, “Other than that?”
Azula smiled wide. He was just so mindful and attentive. How was he so amazing, she didn’t know.
“Alright, you caught me again Your Highness.” she turned around in his arms, resting her palms on his muscular chest, “You never miss anything do you?”
Sokka smiled lovely at her, pecking her lips.
“Can’t help it. Need to know exactly why my wife is troubled.” he said.
“It’s not a trouble. I was thinking that maybe I could work. As Crown Princess, maybe I could be included?” she asked shyly.
Sokka listened intently, taking her words and troubles seriously as always. Throughout the last month they talked about a lot of things, but he felt her holding back on some things. He always thought it was because certain things were painful for her, certain memories. Sokka would never want her to hold back with him. Yet he would never pressure her. He would try to read her eyes, understand her voice, and give her time. That she expressed her thoughts now, especially about her role as Crown Princess in his, their Tribe, made him very happy. He smiled encouragingly at her.
“What do you have in mind?” he asked.
Azula looked at him warily, yet with a smile. He didn’t even question her thoughts.
“The roles of the Royals are not listed in the Northern Water Tribe. Maybe centuries ago.” Sokka started explaining, “Well the male Royals and the men in general have certain responsibilities of course, which we proudly and willingly fulfill. Such as taking care of our family and providing their needs.”
“As for the women: well, no one would ever judge or question you if you don’t take part in working. But if it’s what you want, it’s respected and valued as well as motivating. But in our case, I would of course never want you to overwork yourself.”
Azula’s heart warmed more at his words.
“You know Sokka, I often wonder how lucky I am to be part of your, I mean our Tribe. To be with you.” she whispered the last bit smirking.
“It’s me, who is lucky.” Sokka said.
“I was thinking about school for one. Like, maybe including some new lessons that would be helpful.” Azula said, “Or I was also thinking to come join you in reading protocols and have an eye of the traffic on our outer islands?”
“That sounds great Azula! I’ll arrange a meeting with the head teacher next week?”
“That sounds great Sokka.” she said lovingly and they kissed.
“I need a bath.” he said.
“Me too.” she said.
Without warning, Sokka knelt and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her inside. Azula let out a shriek.
“Rude Crown Prince.”
Sokka laughed at her comment.
“Naughty Crown Princess.”
They enjoyed a round of lovemaking while the bathtub filled. After washing themselves, they relaxed in the warm water amid bubbles. Azula stroked his back scar, which he got used to. Every time she did that, it reminded him of the first time she asked him about it weeks ago.
Sokka, searching for clothes Infront of the wardrobe, felt Azula’s finger stroke his scar on his back. He went still. The scar still hurt from time to time. Right now, it felt good. It felt healing when she gently touched it. He felt her fingers trembling.
“Sokka.” she silently said, “How can you be so nice and polite to me and my family, when it was my uncle who did this to you?”
He turned around.
“I read the book. I won’t ever forget.” she said.
Sokka smiled, running his hand down on her hair once.
“I would never blame others for one person’s sin, if the others aren’t even included. Zuko for example has been my friend for years now. As for Iroh: I will forever loath him for trying to attack my sister. We never knew if he planned it, because it was a last-minute decision for Katara to go to Whaletail Island. What he did still can’t be justified, yet we could understand that hatred of a hurt father who just lost his son. In his eyes, it was our fault that he lost Lu Ten. But in his last actions, he went too far. It is never acceptable. This time, he deliberately aimed for me, us.”
Azula hugged him tightly, pressing her face to his naked chest, stroking his scar.
“Hey,” Sokka said, when she sniffed, trying not to cry, “It’s over now. Nothing hurts when you are with me.” He kissed her head, holding her close to his chest.
They talked leisurely at dinner. Sokka told her about the newest trading and what most likely awaited them in the coming weeks.
“As for working, maybe it’s time we slowly built a new foundation and form new ideas about a true partnership with the Fire Nation. Preferably with Zuko in the first place.” Sokka said.
Azula’s heart skipped a beat. She tried to calm down, wondering if it was silly of her to be excited about that, when Sokka actually wanted it from the beginning.
“Sounds pretty good. Zuko visited Water Tribe Islands often.” she said.
“Not only that, but we can also visit the Fire Nation.” Sokka said.
Azula looked up from her food eyes wideing. Sokka smiled at her reaction.
“This was my plan and wish for a long time now. For a trusting partnership. It grew immense after marrying you.” he said, taking her hand from across the table and kissing her knuckles softly, while still looking at her.
Her heart, warming constantly since coning together with him, warmed even more at his words and actions.
“I appreciate that and would like to have the same thing. But I doubt others will like it much?”
“They will, trust me.”
“What if Zhao or my father pull anything wrong?”
“They need to earn out trust of course. As far as things stand, all went smoothly so far.” Sokka said.
Azula raised an eyebrow at his claim.
“Except for Iroh of course.”
“I think it is actually a good idea. Start with ideas and plans. I especially would be glad to see my brother.”
“When we work on a plan and our court also sees it, they’ll trust you and me. And then, Zuko can also come visit us here on the island.” Sokka said.
“It sounds like a dream that wouldn’t come true.” Azula said.
“But it can be. It will be I believe in that.” Sokka said, “We also had meetings on the outer Islands of the Fire Nation.“ We can go there as well when things are safe.”
“Sokka, are you being serious?”
“Of course.” he smiled encouragingly, “So far, I visited some of the outer islands and also Fire Fountain City, which was the closest to the capital. Farer away was never allowed. But I heard Ember Island and Shu Jing are nice?”
“They are believe me. The scenery in the Fire Nation is always beautiful. Here too of course, but you know what I mean, just different. It’s also much warmer than here…” Azula kept explaining enthusiastically.
Sokka smiled, a little sadly. His chest hurt. Azula never once told him that she wanted to visit the Fire Nation. Never asked him for trading plans. Yet he deep down knew, she would welcome it. She might not miss the people she grew up with around there, except for Zuko, but she would surely like to see nature and the cities, towns and islands. And he would be excited to see it with her. He always wanted to see more of the Fire Nation. Going there with her, his wife, would be wonderful.
Azula slid in yet another one of her pretty dresses. Combing her hair in front of the mirror. Sokka couldn’t help but steal kisses. Pressing his mouth on her shoulders and neck.
Playfully and with laughter, they prepared for the day. Sokka loved hearing her laugh. It was one the most beautiful sound he ever heard.
The dining room wasn’t empty. Katara sat at the table, waiting for them. Azula and Sokka knew she’d be visiting today.
“Well, well, look whose here.” Sokka said.
Katara hugged him then turned to Azula.
“Good morning Azula.”
They only met two weeks ago after the event in the Northern Water Tribe. Other than exchanging greetings, they hadn’t talked much. Sokka didn’t urge them to, deciding it needed time. But he hoped they would slowly warm up to each other.
“Welcome to our home Katara.” Azula replied.
They sat together at the table where Yori prepared breakfast first and then left for the weekend.
“I have an invitation for the two of you.” Katara said, pulling out a scroll, that looked very elegant.
She actually handed it to Azula instead of Sokka. Azula seemed surprised at her “gesture”. She took it and thanked her.
Sokka neared her, peaking inside the scroll Azula opened.
The King & Queen’s 35th Anniversary
“Yeah, I had forgotten about that. It’s already in two weeks?” Sokka asked.
“Yes, they drive me crazy Sokka. I am so happy for them, but the enthusiasm and romantic gestures in front of me are too much to take. I’d like to stay here for a couple of days please.” Katara said.
Sokka laughed at that and Azula actually smiled. She was still kind of like a stranger to the royal couple. But she liked them. Even if Queen Kya’s actions the last time still baffled her.
“They are also excited to receive the Crown Princess properly this time.” Katara said looking at the person in question, “I think they’ll give you two tons of love advice.”
“I couldn’t get to know them so well the last time.” Azula said silently.
“Believe me, they are two goofy lovers. You might think after decades of marriage it would go away, but it didn’t.” Katara smiled, “Even if they can be annoying, they are dream couple.”
“Yup, they really are.” Sokka said, “But do you know who is even dreamier?”
Azula and Katara looked at him questioningly. They feared the answer but didn’t say anything. Sokka’s wide toothy smile faded when no one talked
“Come on guys you know!”
When still no answer came, he huffed annoyed.
“Me and my wife! Crown Prince Sokka and Crown Princess Azula of course!” he said, pulling Azula to his side.
Katara shook her head and laughed.
Azula blushed but smiled despite herself. She never thought much of relationships. Yet deep down always had wondered if someone could love another person outside their family members, much. If a person would put a loved one’s life over theirs. And she silently wished, that if she would fall for a guy, it would have to be a true man. A man. When the world around them crumbled down, and the worst things would happen to her, she would press her head on his chest, stay in his arms that would be wrapped protectively around her and everything would feel safe…
She was in the arms of that man now. And she prayed and thanked God everyday for it.
For the Love Story of Crown Prince Sokka & Princess Azula!
Again, it seems to be impossible to upload on ff.net.
Due to the approaching thunderstorm, it seemed as if it were already night, although it was only dusk. Sokka urged Azula to go up to the house. He insisted on walking her there himself, yet Azula told him to go finish his business as quickly as possible.
Accompanied by half of the royal guards, Azula rushed inside the house. She wanted to wash herself and change into fresh clothes. As she entered the house, a feeling of familiarity enveloped her. She had only been gone for a day, but it had felt longer with everything that happened.
“Azula!” Ty Lee appeared suddenly.
She gave Azula a hug, looking worried.
“What happened? Are you okay? Did you really go to the tribe? And Zuko? Is it true he came here?” Ty Lee asked.
“Yes. I’ll explain everything, but first I need to wash myself.” Azula said.
“Yori prepared a meal for us. We were informed of your arrival.” Ty Lee said.
Azula nodded. She told Sokka to eat something in his meetings, since she wasn’t sure he ate anything at all today.
After Azula was ready, the friends shared their meal, having long conversations. It helped her. Ty Lee told her about her life in the hut too.
After her friend left, Azula kept staring out of the window. It had already started raining and Sokka hadn’t come home yet.
“Your Highness, this scroll arrived from the barracks for you.” Yori said.
“Thank you.” Azula said.
She immediately opened the scroll.
I might take longer than I thought, but I promise I’ll be home before the storm breaks. Please do not leave the house. If you need something, ask the guards. – Sokka
Azula smiled. She hoped he’d come as soon as possible. She wondered if it was silly of her, but she put the scroll in her dresser. A part of her wanted to keep it. It felt like a first letter from Sokka.
While wandering around the house she realized that she never saw Sokka’s room. Excitedly, she went into it. It was a room that was fitting for him she thought. She looked over his desk and took in everything. There was a little painting of him with his parents and sister when they were children. Her heart grew warm at the sight of cute little Sokka. Maybe one day, she could spend more time with his parents, get to know them better.
Her eyes caught his bone necklace on the chest of drawers next to his bed. She just noticed that he hadn’t been wearing it. She took the necklace caressing it. His bed was slightly more spacious than Her’s. With the necklace still in her hand Azula sat down on it. Surely, it wouldn’t be a problem to lay on his bed for a short while…
Night broke when Sokka finally arrived home. Thunder and lightning danced over the island. Sokka thought Azula might be already in bed. But her room was empty which scared him a little too much. He rushed through the hallway and checked the bathroom. Also empty. By reflex he opened the already ajar door to his room and breathed out of relief. He felt a little foolish over worrying so much. She wouldn’t, couldn’t possibly leave.
Warmth spread in his chest at the sight of her, on his bed, with his necklace in her hand. His heart skipped a beat now. She had a thin strapped dress, her shoulders and neck completely bare. He neared the bed and caressed her hair lovely. Carefully he pulled the duvet from under her, trying not to wake her. After covering her, he run his finger over his wedding ribbon he never removed except for when taking a bath, which he had to do now.
When he came back he put the ribbon on again and snuggled up to her from behind, putting one arm around her. Azula took his hand in Her’s smiling. Sokka didn’t say anything, just held on. He would have loved to turn her around and kiss her gently. Azula wanted to kiss him, for him to tear away her dress. But they just slept, which was the best thing for now. Sokka had to rest.
Next day arrived, the morning greeted with dark skies. Azula's back was pressed against his chest. She could feel his breath on her shoulder. They were still holding hands. Azula quietly turned around in his arms and smiled at the sight of him sleeping peacefully. A new sight greeted her: Sokka’s hair was loose. It felt soft around her fingers. Unable to resist the urge, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on his eyebrow.
The need to go to the bathroom made her leave the bed. After tending to her needs, she noticed an unusual silence in the house. No sound came from the kitchen, Yori was nowhere around. Her stomach growled and she took a small slice of bread. Then she walked down the stairs going to the garden. A loud thunder made her jump.
“Good morning Your Highness.” the guard standing in front of the patio doors greeted.
“Good morning.” Azula replied, “Do you know where Yori is?”
“She spends the weekends with her family.” he replied.
“I understand.” she said, looking up to the sky. She was amazed by the generosity of the Water Tribe Royals.
“Your Highness, this is your last chance to take some fresh air. We’ll close all doors and windows soon and stand guard inside. The storm is arriving.” he said.
“Alright then.” Azula smiled at him.
She walked around the pond, the sky was darkening although it was midmorning, she could see lightning far away. Her eyes caught Sokka in the balcony of his room, which was also connected to her room. He was standing there shirtless, watching her while holding onto the railings. Azula smiled and walked inside.
Sokka loved Azula. He admitted his feelings to himself and her. She was with him, didn’t leave him. They kissed and slept on the same bed. He was sure she cared about him too. Yet a part of him was scared. Unsure still.
“Awake already?” she asked.
Sokka turned around as she walked out to the balcony. Raindrops started to fall.
“Good morning.” he greeted, smiling halfheartedly.
“Morning.” she said, walking closer to him, standing right in front of him.
Silence filled the air for a moment.
“Sokka, is something wrong? You seem thoughtful since yesterday.” she asked.
Azula was looking so tenderly at him, with her glowing eyes and full lips. He stroked a curly strand of her hair.
“I…” he started.
“You?” Azula said, when he stopped, “You do not trust me right?”
Sokka’s eyebrows furrowed at her question.
“I gave your brother permission to sail on our waters, ensured you two could meet, took you to the Tribe , although I caught you sneaking around twice, and you think I do not trust you?” he said.
Azula both felt bad and insulted. Her mood fell a little. A part of him was still angry she thought, it wasn’t done yesterday on the ship.
“I am not saying this as to rub it in your face, never! But I think it’s you who doubts me. You are not trusting me.” Sokka talked gently, he looked hurt.
“I do Sokka!” Azula said, “I trust you more now, it’s true that I needed time. But I trust you. I came here with you. I don’t want to do anything bad to you or your Tribe, I never did actually, and I think you might figure it out yourself already.”
“Our Tribe.” Sokka corrected.
“Our Tribe.” Azula whispered, eyes watering,
Sokka took her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs.
“Azula, I want for us both to be honest with each other, always. No secrets or mistrust.”
Azula nodded, putting her hands over his on her cheeks.
“I need to hear it Azula.” Sokka whispered, “Do you want to stay, be here with me?”
The smile she carried this morning came back to her face.
“Yes. I want to be here with you. I want to live here on Kyoshi Island, in this house, together. I want …” she closed her eyes for a moment, unable to keep talking.
Sokka would wait. Even if he would have to wait forever. For her, he would wait patiently. Give her as much time as she needed, to express herself, to open up to him.
“I…” she opened her eyes again and put one hand on his heart. Sokka gulped at the touch.
“I want you. I love you Sokka.”
His features softened even more. He had so hoped to hear her say these words.
“I love you Azula.”
Both leaned in at the same time, kissing passionately. Sokka’s hand slowly stroked its way to her bare neck, to which she reacted with goosebumps. She caressed his chest, his kiss grew firmer, yet still gentle. Azula pressed her body into his, her hands landed on his shoulders. One of Sokka’s hands held her on the waist, the other on her neck went to the back of her head, holding her in place. She was shorter and needed to look up.
They broke the kiss to breathe and to look into each other’s eyes, meaningfully.
Sokka caressed her bare arms sensually and she kissed him wilder, while he tried to stay gentle, but stroked her tongue with his. He knelt down just a little, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her dress sliding up baring her legs. His hands landed on her thighs, holding her. Sokka walked into the room, closing the door to the balcony behind him in time the thunderstorm began.
Sokka carried her to the bed and climbed on top of her. Azula stroked his face and placed her hands on his shoulders, while Sokka repeatedly kissed her neck. He slowly pulled down the straps of her dress before looking for her reaction. Azula slid her arms out from the straps herself and pressed her lips to his. If it wasn't for the thunderstorm, their heavy breaths could've been heard nonstop.
Desperate, nervous, and excited, Sokka pulled down her dress and with it, her underpantie. He kissed his way down, one hand on her leg, the other on her breast, he went down on her. Azula pulled at his hair, which encouraged him. Her hands grabbed the sheets when she reached her peak. Sokka would have loved to show her more love. Kiss and touch every single part of her skin. But Azula couldn’t wait any longer. She pulled him over, urging him to get rid of his last pieces of clothing.
Full of passion, holding on closely, moaning each other’s names over and over again, they made love. Sokka gently pleased her in the best way, which made him feel great  too.
Sokka kissed her lovely. Then climbed off her to lay next to her and pulled her tightly against his chest. The duvet tugged over their sweaty naked bodies, he didn’t let go, his arms wrapped around her. Azula’s hands were nestled on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. They enjoyed their most peaceful and happiest moment.
The storm would stop for a few minutes at a time and then resume violently. Sokka’s empty stomach was the only reason that led them to leave the bed. Azula and Sokka made toast in the kitchen and enjoyed their meal in the cozy room with the bookshelves.
Sokka’s eyes caught a scroll on the table.
“Have you not read your father’s letter?” he asked curiously.
“I have. Nothing new. Kinda repeats Zhao’s words.” Azula said, “You can read it too if you’d like to.”
Sokka pulled her on his lap since she seemed bothered by the letter. Azula blushed.
“We are closer to a good partnership with the Fire Nation than ever. Once Zuko is crowned, that partnership will turn into friendship.” Sokka said.
“I do hope so. But here are people who don’t even trust me yet Sokka.”
“My parents do. And believe me, there’re people who already like and respect you. You saw it when we did the tour on the island. Our guards included.”
“Your father has been so nice to me. You two resemble each other a lot.” Azula said smiling. She stroked his neck and stubbles.
“I know. He has been always my hero. Both my parents actually.” Sokka didn’t say more. He was afraid since she wasn’t lucky with her parents.
“I barely talked with your mother though. And I still wonder why she let me go.”
“Next time, you’ll have plenty of time to interact with her.” he winked.
Azula looked at him with skepticism.
“What? You think you won’t ever go to the Northern Water Tribe?” he asked.
“I mean… I didn’t have time to consider it.”
“Under better circumstances of course.” Sokka said smiling. “Besides, once the storm is over, I’ll make an official announcement.”
“What announcement?” she asked.
“Your title is going to be official.”
“Sokka are you sure?”
“Ehm, you are Crown Princess already. But after the clear announcement nobody can question you.” he said.
Azula smiled. It touched her so much to know that he trusted her so much already.
“Keano can’t question you either.” Sokka said.
“I am not so sure about him to be honest.” Azula said.
“He will, trust me.” Sokka said seriously.
“Did something happen?”
“I got angry at him, well to everyone who made you sad in the Tribe. But we talked yesterday and all is good, don’t worry.” he said kissing her cheek.
“Sokka, I’d never want to stand in between you and any of the people you care about.”
He pulled her closer, “You are the one I care about.”
His thumb slipped under her dress and stroked her thigh.
“Bold of you, Your Highness.” Azula whispered dangerously.
Sokka smirked. She kissed him sensually, putting her palm on his crotch.
“Azula!” he panicked, eyes parting.
“You think only you can be bold?” Azula whispered on his lips.
Sokka put his whole palm on her thigh lightly squeezing and running it up and down. She moaned into their kiss, she caressed his neck and chest. It wasn’t long before things got heated and he carried her to the bedroom again that day.
This time they didn’t rush. It was more thorough, cherishing, yet still very loving and gentle. Sokka gave her so much love and tenderness. Azula rested on his chest afterwards, Sokka holding her closely, caressing her hair and running his hand up and down her spine. They rested for a long while, watching the lighting out of the window.
“I love you.” Sokka said.
“I love you.” Azula replied, with a happy smile.
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