Sokkla-Fire-Ferret

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Aang: Okay, apocalypse scenario. One person from this group gets to be your survival partner. Who are you taking?

Katara: Aang.

Aang: Katara.

Toph: Me. Obviously.

Zuko: I would probably take-

Azula: Sokka.

Sokka: Oh?

Azula: He would be useful. Strong enough to carry supplies, capable of hunting, and reasonably competent at finding food. And if resources became scarce, I could simply... completely gobble him up before he even knew it-

Silence.

Azula blinks, Sokka slowly turns toward her ,Katara's eyes widen, Aang covers his mouth and Zuko looks like he wants to walk into the fire

Azula: ...

Azula: I meant-

Sokka: I think we all heard what you meant.

Azula: That was not what I-

Toph: Please don't explain. It'll only get worse.

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Azula: *usually a complete germaphobe*

Also Azula, whenever she's with Sokka: *shares drinks, steals food off his plate, wears his clothes, sleeps on his chest, kisses him after he just ate something questionable, runs barefoot through the palace if it means seeing him half a second sooner and has decided that whatever diseases he carries are now simply part of her personal microbiome*

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Sokka: I got you flowers.

Azula: Why?

Sokka: Because I saw them and thought of you.

Azula: ...

Sokka: ...

Azula: You are definitely withholding information.

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Sokka and Azula have entered the chat.

Everyone else has entered survival mode.

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Azula: I am a military prodigy, heir to the Fire Nation, undefeated strategist, and future Fire Lord.

*Sokka accidentally hits her with a club*

Azula: Okay... That was annoying.

*Sokka hits her with a boomerang too*

Azula:

Azula:

Azula: I need a full psychological profile on this Water Tribe boy immediately.

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*Sokka and Azula have been sitting together for twenty minutes. At some point their hands ended up touching. Neither has moved*

Sokka: So are we gonna talk about this?

Azula: No.

Sokka: Okay.

*five seconds later*

Sokka: We're definitely holding hands.

*Azula stares straight ahead*

Azula: Five more minutes of this and I am going to become upset.

Sokka: Because we're holding hands?

Azula: Because you continue drawing attention to it.

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*Sokka is staring at a nearly empty document*

Sokka: This doesn't make any sense.

Azula: A rare observation. Explain.

Sokka: My bachelor's thesis is supposed to be five thousand words.

Azula: And?

Sokka: I've been struggling with it for weeks.

Azula: That sounds normal.

Sokka: No, because I've written something that's over two hundred thousand words long.

Azula: Was it peer-reviewed?

Sokka: No.

Azula: Was it required to follow a formal structure?

Sokka: No.

Azula: Did you spend fifty thousand words analyzing your own feelings through fictional characters instead of conducting actual research?

Sokka: ...

Azula: Then I fail to see the mystery.

Sokka: You're supposed to be on my side.

Azula: I am.

*a pause*

Azula: The thesis simply has the disadvantage of being nonfiction.

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The gaang playing spin the bottle.

Toph spins the bottle.

It slows.

Almost lands on Aang.

Then turns another inch.

And stops on Azula.

Azula isn't even looking.

She's busy inspecting her nails.

Toph crosses her arms.

Toph: I'm not kissing her.

Azula: Then don't.

Toph: Good.

Azula: Excellent.

Toph: Spin again.

Azula: Agreed.

Across the circle, Sokka looks like he's about to have a stroke.

Sokka:

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

And just like that it’s done.

A sword could not exist without fire.

And fire, without something to temper, simply burned itself into nothing.

The Southern Water Tribe boy who met the world with laughter and stubborn hope.

The Fire Nation princess who survived by becoming untouchable.

Neither of them had been taught how to become this.

But together they had built something neither nation, nor war, nor history had ever prepared them for.

Trust.

And beneath the stars above Sword and Fire finally stopped standing on opposite sides of history.

And chose each other instead.

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*Katara sees Azula struggling to put on her shoes*

Katara, laughing: Can't tie your shoes?

Azula: I can't tie my shoes but I can fuck your brother.

Aang and Zuko, in the background: DAAAAMN.

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Azula does not understand Father's Day

The boys are finally having a peaceful day: Food, drinks, and the collective agreement that they are not moving from this spot unless the building catches fire.

Somewhere in the distance, the girls have collectively decided to leave them alone for the holiday before someone inevitably does something stupid.

Peace.

Then the door opens.

Azula steps into the room.

Azula: Happy Daddy’s Day.

Sokka, coughing violently: I’m sorry, my WHAT day?!

Azula: Daddy’s Day.

Sokka: Azula, I think you mean Father’s Day...

Azula: No.

Sokka: …

Sokka: You can’t just say things like that in front of people.

Azula: Why not? They have functioning ears.

Zuko: I’m going to throw myself into the ocean.

Aang: I don’t think that means what she thinks it means-

Azula: I know exactly what it means.

Sokka: …

Sokka: Okay, see, now somehow that’s worse.

Azula, leaning down slightly toward him: Is it?

Zuko: I knew today would punish me somehow.

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Sokka: I’m telling you, therapy has really helped her.

Aang: Azula?

Katara: Azula Azula?

Sokka: Yes. She’s been working through a lot. Letting go of the past, focusing on the present.

Zuko: I don’t believe you.

Sokka: I’m serious! She barely even brings up the war anymore. She’s, like... reframed things.

Azula, stepping into the room: Sokka.

Sokka: Oh, hey.

Azula: Come with me.

Sokka: Uh... why?

Azula: I require a Water Tribe captive.

Katara: …

Aang: …

Zuko: …

Sokka: See? This is what I meant.

Katara: That is exactly what you said she wouldn’t do.

Sokka: No, no, listen, it’s different now. It’s not about the war. It’s about… personal growth.

Toph: She just said “captive.”

Azula: You left without permission.

Sokka: I didn’t know I had permission-

Azula: You didn’t.

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Suitability Assessment: Princess of the Fire Nation

Zuko: I need you to assess her suitability.

Sokka: For what?

Zuko: The position of Fire Nation princess.

Sokka: …

Sokka: I’m sorry, I just want to make sure I heard you correctly.

Sokka: You want me... to evaluate Azula... on whether she is qualified... to be-

Zuko: Yes.

Sokka: …a princess.

Zuko: Correct.

*Later: Sokka sits across from Azula with a clipboard. She is staring at him like this is already a waste of her time*

Sokka: Alright, so this is a standardized assessment-

Azula: No, it isn’t.

Sokka: It is now.

Sokka, flipping a page that is very clearly blank: First question. How would you describe your leadership style?

Azula: Effective.

Sokka: Could you elaborate?

Azula: No.

Sokka: Okay… next question. How do you handle conflict?

Azula: I win.

Sokka: That’s… not really-

Azula: It has been sufficient so far.

Sokka, writing increasingly concerned: And how would others describe working under you?

Azula: They wouldn’t.

Sokka: That’s… ominous.

Azula: It is accurate.

Sokka: Alright, final question.

Sokka, hesitating before just commiting: Are you capable of maintaining long-term, stable interpersonal relationships?

Azula: …

Azula: Why?

Sokka: It’s part of the assessment.

Azula: No, it isn’t.

Sokka: It is for me.

Azula, leaning forward slightly: And what qualifies you to determine that?

Sokka, rethinking his life choices: I have… opinions.

Azula: You’re biased.

Sokka: I’m trying not to be.

Azula, leaning even closer, now whispering: Then perhaps your bias should be… managed.

*Later*

Sokka: So… results are in.

Zuko: And?

Sokka: She’s extremely qualified.

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*The Avatar movie credits roll. The screen fades to black*

Sokka: …

Azula: …

Sokka: So... That was a good movie...

Azula, after a moment: Our kiss was not included.

Sokka: Yeah, I, uh- I noticed that... Maybe it just… didn’t fit the story?

Azula, slowly looking at him: It was the story. They made an error.

Sokka: So… what now?

Azula, getting up from the couch: Will you visit me?

Sokka: Azula. What do you mean?

Azula, pausing at the doorway: I’m fairly certain arson results in imprisonment.

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Sokka: Hey, have you heard? The new Avatar movie got leaked.

Azula: …

Sokka: Like. Fully. It’s all over the internet.

Azula: I see.

*pause*

Azula: I hope our makeout scene made it in.

Sokka: I’m sorry... our what?

Azula: I didn’t orchestrate that entire situation, ensure optimal lighting, and subtly redirect three separate camera angles just for it to be cut.

Sokka: You’re saying that was on purpose?!

Azula: Obviously.

*another pause*

Sokka: I thought that was, like, a spontaneous emotional moment.

Azula: Sokka, please. I don’t do “spontaneous.”

*beat*

Azula: Though, if it was removed…

Sokka: …

Azula: then I may have a theory as to how the film was leaked.

*long pause*

Sokka: …Azula.

Azula: Yes?

Sokka: Did you commit a federal crime over a cut kiss?