#sokka fluff

[hon3y0logy]

Hands To Yourself || Sokka x Wife!Reader

Warning: Sokka has a serious problem...

Synopsis: You and Sokka married, both of you stubborn, devoted, and entirely too in love. Same year you had your first child and while you were overjoyed, something in Sokka shifted. He didn’t just want a family. He wanted a legacy. (art from Pinterest)

Pt2 Missing Your Touch

Sokka had always been an enthusiastic person. As a child, he threw himself into everything. Training, hunting, leading, even his terrible ideas. So when he married you at twenty-two, he made a promise to give you everything he had.

And Sokka, unfortunately, had a lot to give.

You had your first child that same year, a beautiful baby girl with your features and Sokka’s entire personality packed into a tiny, chubby, unstoppable body.

“Look at her!” Sokka beamed one afternoon, crouched low as your daughter toddled across the floor, clutching a poorly carved toy boomerang. “Baby, she’s perfect. She’s already a warrior.”

“She just tried to eat snow like five minutes ago,” you replied, leaning against the doorway.

“She’s innovative,” he corrected proudly.

You scoffed into a laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. He turned his head just enough to steal one from you instead. That should’ve been your first warning, because something in Sokka clicked that day. And from that moment on…he wanted more.

More laughter, more chaos, more chubby grabby hands, more little feet running across the ice floors.

More you.

And unfortunately you Sokka didn’t believe in doing anything halfway.

•••

You should’ve known something was up the second Gran Gran looked at you like that.

You were sitting beside her, helping sew tiny fur-lined coats for the expecting mothers in the village. The needle moved steadily in your hands, but Gran Gran’s gaze lingered on you, sharp and knowingly.

“What?” you asked, squinting at her suspiciously. She smiled slowly, eyes soft but entirely too perceptive.

“I think,” she said, patting your knee, “we should make one more… for you.”

You blinked for a second registering her words, “Gran Gran no.”

She hummed nodding. You just laughed it off shaking your head, she’s ridiculous.

Two months later, you were staring at your round reflection in complete disbelief.

Seven months after that—twins…twin boys!

Sokka nearly lost his mind.

“Two?!” he shouted, pacing the room while you held one baby in each arm. “We made TWO?!” The babies blabbed blowing raspberries with their spit having no idea what was going on.

“You helped,” you said dryly.

He dropped to his knees in front of you, eyes shining like stars in the midnight sky. “This is incredible. This is— this is strategy. This is expansion. This is—”

“This is you not sleeping for the next year,” you cut in. He didn’t even hear a word you said. By the next week, he had already built some ridiculous contraption to carry all three children at once. It had straps, hooks and something that looked suspiciously like a modified fishing net.

“It’s efficient!” he insisted as you stared at it.

You stood with a hand on your hip with your head tilted, “It’s a safety hazard.”

“It’s innovative.” He had his arms open in awe.

“Just like the snow eating, huh?”

He wore a big bright grin “…Exactly like the snow eating.”

The third time truly was NOT your fault. New Year’s Festival, Gran Gran offered to see the kids. The entire village was celebrating, fireworks, alcohol, music, and dance.

And your husband? Your very affectionate, very determined husband decided that the storage tent behind the main hall was “private enough.” Nine months later, you had another daughter…

Gran Gran didn’t even act surprised anymore she just welcomed her with open arms.

Ten years passed in what felt like a blur of laughter, exhaustion, sleepless nights and tiny voices calling for you at all hours of the day.

Six children.

Four girls. Two boys. A home that was never quiet, and a husband who still looked at you like you were the best decision he had ever made.

The village noticed, of course they did.

At first, it was small comments. The little jokes. Nothing malicious just amused, fond observations whispered between mothers while hanging laundry or gathering water.

“I heard Chief Sokka might single-handedly repopulate the Southern Water Tribe.” Giggles followed.

“Oh, please. At this rate, they’ll need a second house.”

“I give it two more years before they run out of names.”

You didn’t hear any of it. Not until your best friend Leila told you.

Leila leaned casually against your open doorway, watching as you expertly balanced a toddler wrapped to your chest while braiding your eldest daughter’s hair.

“You know,” she said, biting back a grin, “people are starting to talk.”

You didn’t even bother to look up. “If this is about the twins putting fish in someone’s boots again, I already handled it. They're cleaning them as we speak.”

“No, no,” she waved you off. “It’s not bad gossip. It’s just—” she paused, trying not to laugh. “They joke about you and Sokka repopulating the entire tribe.”

You stilled. Slowly, you turned your head. You didn’t know how to feel about hearing that.

“…What?”

Leila lost it sitting down her basket and coming inside to take a seat, “I’m serious! Six kids in ten years? People are impressed— a little concerned and afraid but overall impressed.”

You blinked. Then glanced around your home at the scattered toys, the half-finished chores, the sheer number of small humans moving around you.

“Oh…Okay,” you admitted slowly. “That’s…kind of fair.”

•••

You thought about what Leila said all day and decided to bring it up later, casually though.

The house was loud as usual children scattered across the floor, toys half-finished, one of the boys arguing loudly with his sister over something completely nonsensical. Sokka sat beside you, one child asleep across his lap as you folded laundry nearby.

“So,” you started, “The village thinks we’re trying to repopulate the Southern Water Tribe…”

Sokka snorted. “What? That’s just ridiculous.”

You hummed. “I mean… six kids, Sokka. That’s quite a few.”

He paused, seemingly in thought. You narrowed your eyes waiting for a response, “…Sokka?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Well…” he said carefully. “When you put it like that…”

“Sokka.” Your stern tone hinting for him to spit it out. “I just—” he shrugged, trying (and failing) to look innocent. “I kinda thought we’d have more ya know?.”

Silence fell over the room. You stared at him as you felt your eye began to twitch and fist tighten around the clothes you held.

Sokka being Sokka smiled trying to make it better. Big mistake.

You set the laundry down slowly. “More?” you asked making sure you heard your husband correctly. The room went quiet just the crackle of the fire and Sokka’s very audible gulp.

“Just a few,” he said quickly. “You know round it out.” You stood, he immediately knew he screwed up.

“Sokka have. you lost your damn mind?! A few more— ROUND IT OUT?! Look at me, are I not round enough? I have spit out six children and you want more—“

“Wait—”

“You know what I’m never letting you touch me again.”

“WHAT— hey, that was a joke!” he scrambled to his feet laying his once sleeping baby on his lap on the nearest softest surface. He ran after you calling your name but you paid him no mind.

“You have six children, Sokka. SIX!”

He continued to follow you around your home like a lost otter penguin, “And they’re amazing!”

“You are done.”

“I’m not done—”

“You’re done!”

He continued to follow after you, actual panic setting in. “Baby, be reasonable—”

“Go be a father!” you snapped, gesturing to the chaos of your home.

“Wha- I am a father!”

“Well be more of one!”

“I can do both!” He pleaded.

You stopped, turned, and gave him a look so sharp it could’ve cut an ice berg down. He froze in his tracks, even as the Chief of The Southern Water Tribe his wife is the sole person who can strike fear in him (besides Gran Gran).

“…I’m joking,” he said weakly.

You stared at him a second longer before turning and walking off toward your children playing with the other kids you invited over earlier. Sokka stood there, watching you walk then glanced around at his six kids, then looked back at you.

“I could handle one more...” he muttered.

Across the room, Gran Gran— who had definitely heard everything sighed deeply.

“You,” she called, pointing at Sokka without even looking at him, “are going to be the death of that poor girl.” The other village mothers nodded in agreement.

Sokka frowned into a scowl. “Oh, go home already!” The women paid him no mind.

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[ryoride]

ꮼ boyfriend!sokka can't help but be a hopeless romantic with you

ᦸ he might be an idiot, but an attractive, sweet idiot ⸝⸝ sexual themes mentioned ⸝⸝ not proofread.

boyfriend!sokka is a funny man, okay? We're aware? He's constantly trying to keep a smile on your lips from his shenanigans—and is beyond proud of himself whenever he's got you laughing hard enough to wheeze.

He loves the sound of your laugh, startling you in bed with kisses just to hear one giggle; it's always so cute whenever the noise slows & you're left smiling at each other like idiots.

boyfriend!sokka is far more affectionate than most would assume; he likes resting his head on your chest, your fingers tangled in his hair—sprawled out in bed, lying on the ground, or ducking into you during a hug—he lives for the feeling of your heartbeat in his ear.

The feeling of your fingers threading through the strands, or your lips brushing the scalp while teasing him for being so touchy, while still touching him, is always so intimate.

boyfriend!sokka has woken you up—more than once, unfortunately—to tell you an idea for a new weapon he could use as a non-bender, wanting to get your opinions first on how practical you'd think it'd be for him to have before sinking time and effort into it.

He loves bringing home his finished inventions to show you first & show you how he plans to use them and the main purpose each one has.

boyfriend!sokka uses his biceps for good—picking you up & carrying you around the apartment—though that's only as a joke to prove his strength whenever you try to tease him.

Though sometimes he will pick you up whenever he gets home & carry you straight to your bed, with his arm curled tightly around you to ensure you don't slip, complaining just how much he's missed you.

boyfriend!sokka yaps frequently. He'll yap half-asleep, drowsily mumbling into your shoulder, while getting ready, showering together, during aftercare, and he'll even talk your ear off during sex.

If he has the opportunity to talk to his pretty girl, he's going to take it, even if it's in an odd situation or just to tell you something stupid. The audible excitement always fills you with a sweet warmth.

boyfriend!sokka loves it when you scratch the buzzed sections of his scalp; he'll close his eyes & lean into your touch while pulling you close. It's always so visible to his friends how lovesick he is for you.

He doesn't care how it looks to others, with him being so receptive to your affections. You toy with his hair; he toys with yours. You kiss him on the cheek, he kisses you on the cheek, and he lives for the chance to show his friends how affectionate he is with you.

boyfriend!sokka is a passionate boyfriend and proud. He does not play around; he always thinks it's so stupid when he sees a boyfriend pretending not to be in love with their girlfriend.

He's always so excited when you start affection with him. Why would he pretend he's not melting at any given chance? Showing he's into it gets him more.

[azrielslostshadow]

Teething Phase Firelord!zuko and the boys of the gaang talk about the bruises on his arm + my wife Suki

“The teething phase is awful isn’t it?” Aang groans when he notices the teeth marks littering Zuko’s biceps, “Bumi almost ripped my fingers off when he first started.” 

“Kya almost broke my boomerang last week,” Sokka laughs, slipping into the steaming water of the Fire Nation's natural hot springs. 

Zuko blushed, slipping deeper into the water- hoping that this conversation might end before they realized the bite marks on his arm were not from his teething baby, but rather from his insatiable wife. “Oh, um- yeah it's just awful.”

 Suki stared dumbfounded at the other boys in the spring, “There’s no way you two idiots are buying that little baby Izumi is making bite marks that big, right? You think she’s a python or something?”

“No!?”

“Well you never-”

“My daughter is not a snake, Sokka.” Zuko laughed, eyebrows pulling together in disbelief, “she's a baby.”

“Yue turned into the moon so you really never kno-”

“So your wife chews on you like a piece of sugar cane,” Suki giggled, “well at least now we know why there are so many fire babies running around your palace.”

AN: yes i should be doing my college stuff and applying for things, but the atla leaks have left long hair, big arm, buff zuko stuck in my mind on a loop soooo..... i wrote this instead LOL anyways enjoy! i might write a longer version (but i also might not who knows)

[sweetieelilii]

⸝⸝⸝ 𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐀 takes earthbender!reader to his home <3

suggestive, established relationship, super fluffy!! mentions of marriage, katara cameo

you’re quite literally freezing your ass off.

you knew it would be cold. but you didn’t expect you’d feel like death was at your door.

the temperature isn’t the only thing that’s absurd. it’s the ice beneath you. no solid ground. you can’t feel mother earth beneath your feet and it’s so weird.

you hug your arms tighter around yourself, trying to keep it together. the fur coat sokka gave you before the trip isn’t helping much now—even though you’d actually been sweating in it earlier.

“you’re freezing,” he suddenly points out.

you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s wearing that teasing smile.

you only huff. “i’m fine.”

he doesn’t even pretend to believe you.

a gust of wind cuts through—and this time you visibly flinch.

his head snaps toward you, and he gasps dramatically before immediately moving in, wrapping himself around you like a stubborn koala.

“aww… my poor princess.”

you let out a startled squeak, muffled against his furs.

“sokka get off—”

he doesn’t answer as he ushers you toward the indoors quickly, the two of you waddling like penguins.

you haven’t even properly greeted any of his family or friends yet. rude.

“sokka! wh-what about your grandma? won’t she want to talk to you first? it’s rude to—”

“oh puh-lease,” he interrupts with an exaggerated eye roll, “i’m sure gran gran will understand that i don’t want my cute little girlfriend getting hypothermia.”

that shuts you up. heat rushes to your cheeks despite the blistering cold attacking your face.

when you finally reach indoors, it’s like your entire body finally remembers how to function again.

warmth. finally.

“welcome to my humble abode!”

you barely even take the chance to take everything in before he’s suddenly right in front of you. toe to toe. he tilts his head down a little, inspecting you.

“my poor baby looks tragic,” he says with a small pout.

“i’m c-cold,” you spit out, still shivering.

“yeah, i can see that.”

you’re unable to muster a glare at him. he only smiles apologetically before reaching to cup your face.

you freeze in a different way this time.

it shocks you how his hands are so warm despite the cold. it’s so unfair. the man’s been hiding a fire somewhere and only decided to share it now.

“sokka—” you start, but it comes out a little weaker than intended.

he hums, like he’s satisfied with the reaction, and gently rubs his thumbs along your cheeks.

“you’re still cold,” he sighs. “let me warm you up. it’s my duty.”

“duty as what? my boyfriend?” you mumble, then immediately take it back. “actually— yeah. it is your duty,” you add quickly, scoffing as you lean into his warmth anyway.

sokka only grins, bright and smug.

you barely take a step before your footing falters. anyone else might’ve missed it. but your strategic boyfriend doesn’t.

his hand tightens around yours instantly. “whoa, hey.”

you try to brush it off, but your balance is still off, your body not quite trusting what’s beneath you. or rather… what isn’t. he studies you for half a second, then huffs like he’s just confirmed something obvious.

“babe. you’re done.”

“pfft— what?”

“you’re wobbling. like a baby penguin. come on.”

you glare, but it loses all its effect when you nearly tip again. “it’s— it’s the sickness from flying not from…”

you decide to shut up because you don’t even believe your own words.

sokka’s guiding—well, steering—you across the room, hands firm on your shoulders.

you groan, “sokka—”

“nuh uh. no complaints. i’m being a good boyfriend right now, remember? you said it’s my duty.”

you regret ever saying that. you’ll know he’ll be bringing it up forever.

he leads you over to his bed—layers of soft, thick furs piled up. he sits you down like you’re fragile and might shatter if he’s too rough. which honestly, yeah, that’s what you feel like right now.

you sink into the furs instantly, letting out sound of surprise at how soft they are. it melts his heart.

before you can even process it, he’s already pulling more furs over you with a noise of adoration, tucking them around your shoulders, your sides—everywhere. like he’s building a cocoon around you.

“awww, there you go,” he says, sounding entirely too pleased with himself. “nice and bundled.”

and then, because apparently that’s not enough—he climbs in right after you.

“what are you doing?”

“what does it look like i’m doing?” he says, already settling in, pulling the furs up around both of you. “shared body heat. very efficient.”

“hmph.”

he shifts closer, with a smile, arms wrapping around you again, but more purposefully this time.

“aww… you’re still cold,” he coos softly, voice dropping into something unbearably gentle. “poor thing.”

your face burns.

“stop talking like that,” you mutter, trying and failing to sound annoyed.

“like what?” he teases, brushing his hand along your arm. “i’m just concerned about my girlfriend freezing like a popsicle.”

“it’s your fault! you didn’t even warn me it would be this cold,” you complain, huddling closer without thinking.

“okay, in my defense, this is like… sweater weather for me.”

your eyes nearly boggle out of your eyes.

“sweater weather?”

he shrugs, unapologetic. “what? it’s not that bad.”

cocky bastard.

you make a noise of pure disbelief, burying your face deeper into the furs. into him, maybe. not that you’d admit how warm he feels.

“you’re crazy,” you mumble.

he laughs. ugh. you love that laugh. sokka tightens his arms around you, “well, this crazy guy here is still the one that’s keeping you warm.”

“hmph.”

sokka can’t help but laugh again. he loves when you get all huffy and puffy. you hate that he’s right. but you hate it a lot less when you stop shivering.

a comfortable silence settles in after that—broken only by the quiet of wind outside and the soft sounds of breathing.

you don’t even realize how much you’ve relaxed until your grip on his tunic loosens, your once ice like body finally thawing out piece by piece.

sokka’s hand absentmindedly traces slow circles along your arm.

you could fall asleep like this.

but then the flap to the tent swings open.

“okay, what is—”

you jolt upright.

katara stands in the doorway, mouth dropping, staring at the two of you tangled up in furs like she’s just walked into something she definitely did not ask to see.

your entire face goes hot.

you scramble, sitting up a little straighter, offering her an awkward, apologetic look. “sorry—”

“hey what’s that look for?” sokka cuts in immediately, not bothering to move an inch, arm still firmly around you. “i’m keeping your future sister in law from dying. you’re welcome.”

your brain short circuits.

future what?

you make a small, strangled noise, eyes widening as your face somehow gets even hotter.

“sokka!” you hiss, trying to elbow him, which doesn’t really work when you’re still pressed to him.

“anyway, we’re gonna be a while,” he adds, way too casually. he grins, completely unfazed, wiggling his brows at her.

katara’s face twists.

“oh. that’s—” she makes a dramatic gagging sound, turning away. “that’s disgusting.”

“you’re the one who walked in without even asking!” sokka retorts. “this is on you!”

“i didn’t expect to see this! i was going to tell you gran gran was looking for you guys but now i’m going to bleach my eyes.”

you cover your cheeks with your hands. “i’m so sorry.”

katara points at sokka without even looking at him. “you’re insufferable.”

“as if you and aang aren’t the same! all we’re going is cuddling in private! not even pda.” he shoots back.

“whatever! i’m leaving. please stay in here. both of you.”

“gladly. but tell gran gran i’m just warming y/n up!” he calls.

she grunt and zips the tent back up with a little more force than necessary.

“she’s so dramatic.”

“future sister in law?” you mumble at the same time.

he lets out a hum absentmindedly, like he doesn’t see the problem at all, resting his chin lightly against your head. he shifts when you don’t respond, “yeah?”

you still don’t know what to say.

his fingers tilt your chin up so you’re looking at him.

your brows furrow. “are you serious?”

sokka looks confused that you’re confused.

“i mean, of course i am,” he starts, totally calm, “katara and aang are already married.” he gestures vaguely, “so… we’re next, right?”

your heart begins pounding in your chest.

“i mean— not to rush you!” he adds quickly, “no pressure. but like… i like you. a lot. you know that. and i figured, eventually, right?”

you will your heart to behave.

you gulp. “sokka…”

he exhales shakily but still looks much too composed compared to you. a moment passes and uncertainty grows inside him, suddenly aware he might’ve said too much too fast.

“hey— shoot. you don’t have to say anything. i’m sorry. i’m not trying to freak you out.”

that helps. kind of. your hands are still clutching the furs like they’re the only thing keeping you anchored.

you take in a big breath, still trying to calm yourself down.

you try your best to get the words out but it takes a whole minute.

“no… um… i’d like that, sokka. it just caught me off guard,” you manage finally, voice small. “someday. maybe… soon?”

the second the words leave your mouth, his expression changes. his eyes widen a fraction, like it takes a second to process that you actually meant it.

and then his ears go red.

fast.

“wait,” you say, still a little shaky but suddenly more aware, “are you— are you blushing?”

“no,” he responds instantly.

you squint at him, a smile tugging at your lips.

he coughs into his hand. “i am not blushing. it’s just a little hot in here.”

you sit up a little more, and yep. he’s definitely blushing. a tinge of red is creeping up onto his cheeks the more you stare at him.

you can’t help but giggle.

“sokka!”

why was he so damn cute?

he looks away for half a second, then back at you, trying very hard to recover his usual smugness and failing.

“you can’t just say that,” he mutters.

“you were the one who started it!”

“well, yeah,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “but i didn’t think you’d actually agree like that.”

you grin up at him, unconsciously leaning into him again.

“of course i would. i like you a lot, too.”

sokka groans, pulling you closer. he’s still red and visibly flustered—but he’s smiling big because he can’t help himself.

“yeah?” he repeats, like he needs to hear it again just to believe it. his brows lift a little, stll red in the face. “you like me a lot too?”

you roll your eyes but don’t move away.

“yes, sokka. this wouldn’t me the 6th year of us dating if i didn’t like you. keep up.”

that earns a breathy laugh out of him as he pulls you in a much tighter like that answer unlocked something in his brain.

“okay,” he says quickly, trying to act normal. “okay, cool. good. great. yep.”

you laugh right in his face, “stop being so cute.”

his voice grows high pitched, “shut up. no i’m not!”

“yes you areee,” you sing.

“ugh.”

he stops trying to argue with words and goes straight for you. his hands come up to your face, thumbs brushing along your cheeks because he always knows exactly how to shut you up.

when you pout petulantly, his thumbs graze your lips.

but then a gasp jolts you out of the reverie.

“why are your lips still cold?” he asks, offended. “i thought i fixed that.”

you groan. “you’re so annoying, sokka.”

“whatever. this is unacceptable.”

“sokka—”

he doesn’t let you finish.

he kisses you without hesitation.

you let out an embarrassing noise of surprise against his lips. he immediately deepens the kiss as you part your mouth.

damn him. even after six years, he never fails to make your stomach erupt into butterflies. sokka lets out a satisfied sound against your lips af your reaction, not even bothering to hide it.

his grip cupping your face tightens just slightly. not rough, of course, just more certain.

the kiss grows messier by a mile, soft groans and wet lips echoing throughout the tent. your hands tangle into his tied up hair, pulling out both hair ties of his signature updo so you can rake your hands through his locks.

sokka’s breath catches, and this time he pulls back enough to exhale a quiet, breathy laugh against you. it’s warm, almost disbelieving, like he can’t believe this is his life.

and he has no complaints whatsoever.

his lips never leave your skin, pressing kisses along your jaw, your cheek, your chin. you shiver—not from the cold this time—tilting your head back to give him access when his warm mouth find your neck.

his hand slides down from your cheek, trailing along your shoulder. then your arm, then your side, until it lands on your thigh.

a soft, strangled noise leaves your mouth. his mouth brushes along the spot where your collarbone meets your neck, kissing a sensitive spot that makes your thighs clench involuntarily.

“sokka…” you sigh. you’re lost in the pleasure of each kiss when he pulls away to look back at you.

“yeah?”

you only shake your head, pulling him back in by tugging the roots of his soft hair.

he lets out a noise that brings butterflies to your stomach, before pressing his lips back to yours.

the next kiss is hungry and desperate. he rolls to cage you in before his hands grip at your thighs, pulling them up around his waist. it brings your body flush against his, and the friction has him groaning against your lips.

his fingers grip your waist tightly, and with immense ease, he flips you both over.

now you’re straddling him, out of breath, the furs tangled around your waist.

“mmh your lips are finally warm now…”

you only whine, annoyed that he’s bringing this up again and more turned on than you should be. he lets out a smug chuckle at the noise knowing exactly what he does to you.

your legs are trembling. the friction against his hardening length driving you crazy.

you pull back from the kiss, trying to catch your breath and restrain yourself. “i hate you.”

“you definitely love me,” he grins.

“mhm…”

you’re too far gone to be in charge of anything that comes out of your mouth.

he lets out another breathy laugh at the unconscious admission. he rolls his hips up against yours, letting you feel exactly how you’re affecting him.

you let out something dangerously close to a moan.

“yeah?” he presses another kiss to your jaw. “say it again.”

you blink through hazy eyes, “say what?”

his thumbs dig into your waist gently, eyes dark with want.

“say you love me,” he murmurs, breath hot against your lips. “because i love you. so much it’s kinda stupid.”

his grin is crooked, his cheeks suddenly red again.

your pulse skips.

you gulp, the 3 lettered phrase you want to say back heavy on your tongue.

“i love you too, sokka.”

his entire face softens, grip loosening. it’s almost like he’s hearing you say it out loud for the first time again.

“say it again,” he breathes.

you roll your eyes.

“i love you.”

he doesn’t even try to hide the way his breath hitches this time. his hands slide up to cradle your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks like he's memorizing the moment.

“cool,” he whispers. voice embarrassingly shaky. “good to know.”

you burst out laughing.

“oh my god,” you wheeze, falling forward against his chest. “you’re ridiculous.”

he hugs you tight, laughing into your hair—blushing profusely and holding you like you’re everything.

“shut up,” he mutters, voice muffled against your hair. “you’re the one who made me all mushy.”

you tilt your head up, grinning. “i didn’t make you anything. this is all you, sokka.”

he scoffs but doesn’t deny it. instead, he pulls the furs tighter around you both and settles back into the bed with a contented sigh—your body curled perfectly into his side.

“hey,” you say softly after a beat.

“hmm?”

“shouldn’t i introduce myself to your grandmother now?”

he groans dramatically.

“that can wait till tomorrow, princess.”

“no it can’t! you don’t want your grandmother to have a bad first impression of her future daughter in law, do you?”

his lips part and he lets out a heavy breath.

“oh shit. don’t say that. i’m gonna get hard again.”

“sokka!!”

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so i finally finished writing something after a month of not posting anything!! i’m sorry i keep doing this i swear i wanna be more consistent😓 also i was planning to finish the zuko fic you guys voted for first, but my brain vomited this heheh

[arixella]

Worth Ruining The Invention

╰┈➤ pairing: Sokka x female! reader

a/n: masterlist!

summary: When one of Sokka’s inventions explodes in the middle of his workshop, his first instinct is to shield you completely, proving once again that he’ll always put your safety before everything else, even his favorite creations.

wc: 1.9k

contains: fluff, hurt/comfort, protective Sokka, domestic romance, workshop chaos, soft kissing, clingy Sokka, light humor, emotional vulnerability, established relationship

By now, spending time in Sokka’s workshop had become routine. Comfortable. The kind of routine neither of you really talked about, but both secretly loved.

You’d show up sometime in the afternoon, usually carrying food or tea because Sokka got so focused he forgot basic human needs, and he’d immediately make room for you beside whatever disaster-project he was currently obsessed with.

Today was no different.

“Well,” you said carefully, staring at the strange collection of gears and wires spread across the table, “that certainly looks… complicated.”

Sokka grinned without looking up. “That’s because it is.”

“Good explanation.”

“I know.”

You rolled your eyes fondly, settling onto the stool beside him while he continued adjusting something impossibly tiny with intense concentration.

The workshop was warm today.

Sunlight filtered through the windows, catching dust in the air while tools and scraps cluttered nearly every surface. Somewhere in the corner, one of Sokka’s older failed inventions made an occasional concerning clicking sound.

You pointed toward it. “That thing’s still alive?”

“It’s not alive.”

“It sounds alive.”

“It’s thinking.”

“That is significantly worse.”

Sokka laughed quietly under his breath. Gosh, you loved that sound.

“You know,” he said after a moment, “most people don’t willingly spend hours sitting in a workshop watching someone work.”

“Most people don’t have you in the workshop.”

That got his attention immediately.

His hands paused over the device as he looked over at you, smiling in that soft, helpless way he always did whenever you said something affectionate unexpectedly.

“…You do that on purpose,” he murmured.

“Do what?”

“Make me completely forget what I’m doing.”

You smiled innocently. “Seems like a you problem.”

“Definitely a you problem.”

Still smiling, he reached over blindly until his hand found your knee, squeezing lightly before returning to work.

Casual touch.

Constant touch.

Sokka had gotten clingy over time, though he’d deny the word dramatically if anyone else used it.

But with you?

His hands were always finding you somehow.

Your wrist.

Your waist.

Your knee.

Like reassurance. You didn’t mind. Not even a little.

A while later, you ended up helping him organize metal pieces while he explained another one of his ideas with growing excitement.

“And then,” he said, gesturing animatedly with a screwdriver in hand, “if I angle the release mechanism correctly, it should create enough pressure to- ”

A sharp snap interrupted him.

You both froze.

“…Was that supposed to happen?” you asked slowly.

Sokka stared at the invention.

“…No.”

And then everything happened at once.

A loud crack echoed through the workshop as part of the machine sparked violently, metal jerking sideways with an awful screech.

“Sokka- ”

“Move!”

You barely had time to react before he grabbed you. Hard. One arm wrapped around your waist while the other came up protectively around your shoulders, yanking you straight against his chest as he twisted sharply, turning his body between you and the exploding machine.

Something shattered.

Metal clanged violently against the wall.

You heard another sharp pop-

Then Sokka shoved you both downward behind the workbench just as sparks burst across the room.

For a second, all you could hear was ringing. Your heart slammed against your ribs.

Sokka’s arms were locked around you tightly, his body curved protectively over yours while debris clattered nearby.

Then silence.

Heavy breathing.

The faint hiss of smoke. You blinked slowly.

“…Sokka?”

“I’m okay,” he answered immediately. You realized then that he was still shielding you completely, one hand cradling the back of your head tightly against his chest.

Like his first instinct hadn’t even been to protect himself.

Only you.

“Sokka,” you said again, softer this time. He pulled back just enough to look at you quickly, eyes scanning your face, your arms, your shoulders.

“You hurt?” he asked instantly.

“No,” you breathed. “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

His shoulders sagged in visible relief. Only then did he finally glance toward the disaster across the room.

The invention was destroyed.

Completely.

Half melted, smoking slightly, pieces scattered everywhere.

“…Huh,” Sokka said faintly.

You stared at him. “Huh?”

“I may have miscalculated.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh, adrenaline still making your hands shaky. “You think?”

That finally seemed to snap him fully out of it. His attention whipped back to you again immediately, hands moving over your arms carefully like he was double-checking for injuries he might’ve missed.

“You’re really okay?” he asked again, quieter now. The concern in his voice made your chest ache a little. “I’m okay,” you repeated gently.

His jaw tightened slightly.

“You could’ve gotten hurt.”

“But I didn’t.”

“Because I moved you.”

The words came out sharper than he meant them to. Not angry at you. Angry at himself. You noticed instantly. “Sokka,” you said softly, reaching up to touch his face. “Hey.”

His eyes flicked back to yours.

“You protected me,” you murmured.

His expression shifted slightly at that. Like he still wasn’t satisfied.

“I should’ve checked the pressure twice,” he muttered. “I knew something felt off and I still- ”

“You didn’t know it would explode.”

“I should’ve.”

You smiled faintly despite everything. “You sound like Zuko right now.”

That earned the tiniest huff of laughter from him. Barely.

But enough.

Your hand slid from his cheek to the back of his neck gently. “I’m okay.”

Sokka looked at you for a long moment.

Then suddenly he pulled you against him again. Your breath caught softly as his face buried briefly against your shoulder. “You scared me,” he admitted quietly.

The vulnerability in his voice hit harder than the explosion had.

Your arms wrapped around him immediately. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” he said quickly, pulling back enough to look at you again. “No, not your fault.”

His hands stayed firm at your waist, almost like he needed to physically reassure himself you were still there. “You always do that,” you murmured softly.

“What?”

“Protect me first.” Your fingers brushed lightly through his hair. “You don’t even think about yourself.”

Sokka shrugged slightly, like it was obvious. “Of course I don’t.”

Your chest tightened painfully at how sincere he sounded.

“Sokka…”

“If something happened to you because of me- ” he stopped, jaw clenching briefly. “I couldn’t handle that.”

You looked at him quietly for a second. Then leaned forward and kissed him.

Slow.

Gentle.

The kind of kiss meant to calm more than anything else. Sokka melted into it immediately, one hand sliding up your back while the other stayed securely at your waist like he still wasn’t ready to let go.

When you pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours.

“…I really liked that invention too,” he mumbled suddenly.

You laughed softly in surprise.

“There’s the Sokka I know.”

“I contain multitudes.”

You smiled warmly, brushing your nose lightly against his. “Well,” you murmured, glancing toward the smoking remains of the machine, “on the bright side…”

“What bright side?”

“You saved me very heroically.”

That finally made him smile properly.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Sokka’s arms tightened around you again, softer this time.

“…Worth ruining the invention then,” he said quietly.

And somehow-

You knew he meant it completely.

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© 2026 arixella | please do not plagiarize or translate any of my work without my consent.

[blushryo]

will you marry me? ❤︎

sokka finally pops the big question ⊹ fem!reader 𓈒 fire nation reader ⋮ fluff ＼ 2k words

✉️ྀི ៸៸៸ based on this req :3 ！ i wrote way more than i thought i would & i think i kinda deviated from what the req asked, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless ♡

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀sokka swears the moment he had set eyes on you, his heart had decided that you were the one. you'd always tell him he was exaggerating, but if there was ever some way he could show you just how his entire body had melted and how vehemently his heart had hammered against his chest the second he was in your presence, he's sure you'd understand his sentiment much better!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀it's been nearly eight years since the two of you got together, your relationship blossoming from the ripe age of seventeen. of course, you've had your fair share of arguments（albeit the majority of them purely silly ones and it's simply a battle of you two ragebaiting one another）. . only one of them ever threatening your relationship, almost leading to what seemed to be an inevitable breakup. but he'd begged for you back and that's exactly when he knew that he never wanted to be in this position ever again — because all he desires in this universe is to love you and hold you for the rest of his life.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀and sokka is going to make that happen very, very soon.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀though don't get it twisted! it's not as if he hasn't been dreaming of this day for years and years. he's been badgered by everyone around him to just tie the knot already, that you both are perfect for each other and there's no need to wait around. his grangran was the most persistent（pestering）one of the lot, asking him nearly everyday when she would get the honour of welcoming you into the family.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"i would like to see her become my granddaughter-in-law before the day i die." grangran will comment, sighing dramatically in front of sokka. he will simply roll his eyes before reassuring her that he has every intention to become your husband . . at the right time.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"do not waste this precious time, my sweet boy." grangran will monish. "someone better will come along and scoop her up before you even get the chance, i'm warning you."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the main reason he's even waited this long is due to your commitment to your royal duties. he so deeply admires how much you care for the people the fire kingdom. you are always the one to plan and execute galas, always attending to diplomatic matters with care, and handling the military troops with an iron fist but a heart of gold. he knows you are devoted to the devoir of being a duchess and hence, he'd waited for you to tell him when you were ready to get married.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀and the day had finally come! it was so random, too. the two of you had been frolicking in the palace gardens, chatting away about anything and everything under the sun. after a few beats of silence, you had blurted out, "i'd like to get married soon, sokka."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀". . to me, right?"

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"who else, dumbass."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀──── ୨୧ ────

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀sokka feels like his heart is about to fall out of his ass. he's sitting in the gardens in the exact spot where you'd told him you were ready for marriage. he's pacing back and forth, nervous and fitful, re-reading his proposal speech for the umpteenth time. it's a speech he's had with him for the last five years — because that's when he had known he wanted to be yours forever.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀as he's practicing his speech out loud, he hears some rustling nearby and he knows it's you. he scrambles to hide the piece of paper back in his pocket, and tries his best to conceal the bethrotal necklace that he bears in the palm of his hands for you. gosh, he hopes it is up to your standards. and he just hopes you say 'yes.'

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"hi kaka~" you trill as you sashay your way towards him, wearing a gorgeous scarlet and ivory gown with the prettiest butterfly clips clasped to each side of your head. the very ones he'd gifted you for your eighteenth birthday. the very ones you have worn every single day since. you just look so breathtakingly perfect and he is certain he will soon fall to the ground from how enamored he is with you.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"why do you still call me that incessant nickname?" he mutters, trying his best to gain some composure as he greets you with a soft kiss to your lips. "i am not caca! i am worth much more than that, aren't i?!"

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you respond with a quiet giggle as you take a seat on the bench besides you. he follows suit, tucking a stray strand of hair that fallen loose from your hairdo behind your ear. "how was your day, baby?" he asks you, doing his best to stall time whilst he prepares himself to do the single most important thing he's ever going to do in his life.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you tell him all about the meetings and people and duties you had to tend to today, griping about how exhausted you felt but that you found solace in the fact that this was for the betterment for the kingdom — oh my, hearing you talk this way has him falling in love with you all over again.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀with a deep breath, he suddenly hops to his feet（which makes you flinch since you were still talking）and before you can ask him what's the matter, he's kneeling in front of you and mumbles under his breath, "okay . . you got this, man."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"my love." sokka begins, boring his azure eyes into yours, unadulterated adoration twinkling in his pupils. you smile at him. that saccharine sweet smile that has his heart doing palpitations. on any other day, he'd just sigh and admire you . . but right now, he feels like he's on the verge of a heart attack.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"my-my love." he stammers. his breath hitches in his throat, voice nearly cracking. he's doing his best not to cry. "my star. the light of my life. the reason i live and breathe."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"did you do something to make me mad?" you tut, narrowing your eyes at him. he just gives you a placid smile, gingerly shaking his head as he takes your hand in his and tells you to close your eyes and open up your hand. you're still a little skeptical, he can tell, but with a sigh you do as he says. the very moment you do, he fishes out the necklace out from his pocket and places it in the palm of your hands.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"open your eyes, sweetie." and you do. and when you do, you gasp as you look at the beautiful piece of lavaliere that you're holding now — a sumptuous ruby carved into a heart dangles from a bright golden chain, the stone so delicately and intricately fashioned.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you're at a genuine loss of words, too awestruck as you marvel at the necklace, your heart thrumming against your chest as you realise what it is he's going to ask of you.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"since the day i have known you, i have been in love with you. i know you don't believe me when i say that, but i really want you to. because it is the truth, my star. and every day from then, i have only fallen for you more and more. you are not only the most beautiful woman i have laid eyes upon, but you are compassionate, kind, intelligent, ambitious, and a bit of a hothead who never fails to smack me across the head when i'm being stupid . . which is all the time."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀a soft giggle escapes you as you wipe the tears streaking down your cheeks.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"i have known for a very long time that you are the one i want to spend the rest of my life with. i want to wake up with you every morning, fall asleep with you every night. i want to grow old with you, see each other's hairs turn grey and white. i want to be besides you with everything you do. forever and forever. and if you will grant me my one wish, i will be the happiest man alive."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀sokka looks down at the beauteous pendant he had forged for you, then back up at you, waiting for you to say something. he gently caresses your face with his calloused hands, swiping the tear drops running down your flushed cheeks. "so . . are you going to fulfill my wish or —"

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you interrupt him with the fattest smooch to his lips, ecstatically telling him to tie the adornment around your neck. he does it in a heartbeat, now letting the tears freely spill down his own face as he fastens the chain with a small 'click'. he rises to his feet and picks you up along with him, pulling you into his embrace and nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck as he whispers 'i love you' over and over again.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"CONGRATULATIONS!" a voice suddenly cuts through the air. the two of you jump in surprise and when you turn around, four very overjoyed people appear from the bushes — your dearest friends who are now rushing over to you both and cheering deliriously.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"spirits, we have been waiting for this day for far too long!" aang exclaims pulling the both of you into a suffocating bear hug. "me more than anyone else! you guys are so stinking cute, oh i love you both so much!"

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"we are so, so happy for you two." zuko muses, awkwardly patting your backs as he pulls out a dazzling medallion with a blazing fire symbol cleaved right in the middle, handing it over to you. "think of it as a gift from the fire nation. not only as a symbol of your prosperous future as a wedded couple, but to serve as gratitude for your servitude to the people that i know will never waver."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"tsk you just had to one up me, didn't you, flameo lameman?" aang pouts, crossing his arms in front of his chest like a petulant child. that earns him a smack right across the back of his head from toph. "ouch what was that for?!" he whines but she simply shrugs, looking away like she had no idea what he was talking about.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"oh you guys!" kataara squeals, her eyes watering slightly as she looks at the two of you, her gaze momentarily landing on the stone dangling around your neck. "grangran is going to be over the moon. she's been waiting just as long as i have. and you!" she grabs your hands, flailing them around excitedly. "you're gonna be my sister-in-law! how amazing is that?"

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀toph nudges（jabs）sokka on his side, which makes him yelp in pain. "you held yourself together well, boy." she teases. "i could feel your heart rate going so fast, i was worried you were going to explode."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you guys were listening in on us?" he frowns, glaring straight at aang who was the only one who had known about his plans to propose to you today and where it was going to happen. he just winks, wearing that infamous cheeky smile of his, beaming like he'd done something of note. sokka rolls his eyes. of course he would have never been quiet about this.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀but in all honesty, sokka cannot bring himself to care. he can only stare at you, his gaze soft and lovelorn. you're surrounded by the four of them, each of whom are just bombarding you with the sweetest flattery and the girls（and aang）are already planning out the details of your grand wedding!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀zuko drifts to where sokka is who snaps out of his daydream when the firelord says, "your speech was very touching. i really loved it." and just as sokka is about to thank him, he is interrupted, "it was nothing like the speech you shared with me though."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"ugh don't remind me! my brain got all muddled up in the moment because i was so damn nervous and she just looked too beautiful and GAH!" the man is now nearly pulling his hair out in anguish when zuko pries his hands away from his head.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you can always use them for your vows, you know?"

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀" . . great idea, flameo hotman!"

PUBLISHED BY BLUSHRYO 2026 ♥︎

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Bethrothal Necklace || Sokka ||

A/n: i can't wait for the movie to come out.

The afternoon market buzzed with the familiar rhythm of Republic City. Vendors called out prices over one another, children darted through the crowds with sticky fruit in their hands, and somewhere nearby a musician played a cheerful tune on a tsungi horn.

You wandered between the stalls at an easy pace, a woven basket hooked over your arm. Sokka had insisted the two of you needed more fresh vegetables after discovering he’d somehow eaten an entire week’s worth of smoked fish in two days. He had looked genuinely confused when Katara pointed it out.

“I thought we had more.”

“You did,” she’d replied flatly.

“I don’t understand where it all went.”

“You,” Toph had answered from the couch without missing a beat.

So here you were, replacing the rapidly disappearing food supply while your husband was meeting with Aang at Air Temple Island.

You smiled to yourself as you examined a display of peppers.

“You’ve got excellent taste.”

The unfamiliar voice pulled you from your thoughts.

A man stood beside you, perhaps a few years older than yourself. Well-dressed, confident, and wearing the sort of smile that had probably worked far too often.

“I’ve seen you around the market,” he continued. “Thought I’d finally introduce myself.”

You offered him a polite but forced smile. “That’s kind of you, but I’m married.”

His smile faltered only for a moment. “Married?”

You nodded. “I am.”

When he looked unconvinced, you lifted the necklace resting against your chest.

The carved blue stone caught the afternoon sunlight.

It wasn’t expensive.

It wasn’t polished jade or glittering gold.

It was smooth river stone, lovingly carved by hands that had spent years throwing boomerangs, building inventions, and somehow managing to survive impossible odds. Tiny etched flames circled its edges, and the leather cord had been replaced twice over the years after Sokka had stubbornly refused to let anyone remake the pendant itself.

“My husband made this for me,” you said softly, unable to stop the smile that appeared whenever you looked at it. “It’s my betrothal necklace.”

The man’s eyebrows lifted. “…That’s it?”

You blinked, your smile vanished as annoyance formed on your face. “I’m sorry?”

He gestured dismissively toward the pendant. “Isn’t that some dumb old thing the Water Tribe does?”

Silence settled between you and very slowly, you lowered the necklace back against your chest.

Then you turned to face him completely.

Your expression remained calm.

Your eyes did not.

“My husband’s heritage,” you said evenly, “is not dumb.”

A tiny flame bloomed across your fingertips.

It wasn’t large but it danced with controlled precision, glowing orange against your skin before curling around your knuckles like a living warning.

The temperature around you rose just enough for the man to notice.

His confidence evaporated. “I....I didn’t mean—”

“You insulted the traditions of the Southern Water Tribe.”

The flame twirled lazily between your fingers. “You insulted the necklace my husband carved with his own hands.”

The fire brightened.

“And you insulted my marriage.”

He took an involuntary step backward. “I… actually just remembered I have somewhere to be.”

“I’m sure you do.”

He nodded far too quickly. “Very important.”

“I’m certain.”

Then, with all the dignity of someone fleeing for his life, he turned and hurried into the crowd, disappearing between the market stalls so quickly he nearly collided with a cabbage merchant.

“My cabbages!” the unfortunate vendor shouted after him.

The little flame vanished from your fingertips as though it had never existed.

You let out a slow breath and adjusted your basket.

“Well.”

You looked down at the pendant resting against your heart.

“I think you handled that nicely.”

“Handled what nicely?”

You turned to find Sokka approaching with Aang beside him.

Your husband’s blue eyes immediately swept over your face before narrowing slightly. “Why did that guy look like he’d just seen Koh the Face Stealer?”

You blinked innocently. “He was rude.”

“…How rude?”

“He called our betrothal necklaces dumb.”

Sokka stopped walking. “…He what?”

You held up the pendant. “He asked if this was ‘some dumb old thing the Water Tribe does.’”

For a heartbeat, Sokka simply stared.His expression softened as he looked at the necklace.

Years ago, he’d stayed awake half the night carving it. It wasn’t perfect, one side had been slightly uneven, and he’d nearly thrown it into the ocean after convincing himself it looked terrible.

You had cried when he’d placed it around your neck anyway.

He still remembered every second of it.

Aang quietly took one very careful step backward clearing out his throat. “Oh,” the Avatar murmured. “He’s mad.”

“I am not mad,” Sokka said calmly as his eye twitched. “I’m… deeply offended.”

Another twitch.

“I spent three days carving that thing.”

“You spent three days because you kept cutting your fingers,” you reminded him gently.

“I was committed to craftsmanship.”

“You were committed to refusing Katara’s help.”

“Also true.”

He reached over, his thumb brushing lovingly across the pendant where it rested against your collarbone.

“I made this.”

“I know.”

“I picked the stone myself.”

“You did.”

“I even sanded the edges.”

“I remember.”

His shoulders relaxed as he smiled at you. “Thanks for defending it.”

You looked at him as though the answer should have been obvious. “Of course I defended it.”

Your fingers intertwined with his. “It isn’t just a necklace.”

Sokka squeezed your hand.

“It tells everyone I married the smartest man I know.”

He grinned as he puffed out his chest. “Wow.”Then his grin turned mischievous. “I’m definitely telling Katara you said that.”

“Of courae are.” You sighed dropping your shoulders.

“And I’m bringing it up every single time she calls me an idiot.”

Aang laughed. “She’s still going to call you an idiot.”

“Probably.”

Sokka shrugged without the slightest embarrassment before slipping an arm around your shoulders.

“But now she’ll be calling an idiot whose incredibly beautiful wife defended Southern Water Tribe traditions.”

He paused thoughtfully.

“…Actually, that sounds pretty impressive.”

You laughed, leaning into him as the two of you continued through the market together.

The small carved necklace rested against your heart, simple enough that many people would overlook it.

But to you, it was worth more than any jewel in the world. It carried the love of the man who had carved it by hand, the traditions of the people who had raised him, and the promise the two of you had made to build a life together.

The story somehow made its way back to Air Temple Island before sunset.

None of you were entirely sure how.

One minute everyone had been enjoying dinner together, and the next Sokka had casually mentioned, “So apparently some genius in the market today called Southern Water Tribe betrothal necklaces ‘dumb.’”

The table had gone quiet.

Katara slowly lowered her bowl. “…Someone said what?”

“He ran away,” you assured her. “Nothing happened.”

Sokka proudly gestured toward you with his spoon. “My wife defended my honor.”

“I defended your culture.”

“My honor was included....it was a package deal.”

Toph snorted into her meal.

Across the table, Aang let out the relieved sigh of someone who had spent the entire walk home expecting far worse. “Well… I’m glad nobody got hurt.”

Toph tilted her head toward you, an unimpressed expression hidden behind her cloudy eyes. “You still should have set the guy on fire.”

The room fell silent.

Aang nearly dropped his chopsticks. “Toph!” he exclaimed. “Murder is bad.”

Toph frowned. “I never stated…” She lifted one finger for emphasis. “…she had to murder him.” She shrugged as though the distinction was perfectly reasonable. “Just a little fire.”

She pinched her fingers together.

“You know.” A tiny smirk spread across her face. “Enough to make him reconsider his life choices.”

Katara pressed a hand against her forehead like a very tired mother. "Toph…"

“What?”

“You can’t solve every problem by threatening people.”

“It can solve most of them.”

“No.”

“Fine.” Toph crossed her arms. “Threatening them or throwing rocks.”

Aang groaned. “That isn’t better.”

“It is from my perspective.”

Sokka rested his chin in his hand, looking thoughtfully at Toph. “…How little fire are we talking?”

You turned your head slowly. “Sokka.”

“What?” he asked innocently. “I’m just asking for clarification.”

Toph grinned. “Like singed eyebrows.”

Aang’s eyes widened. “Toph!”

“What? Hair grows back....hopefully.”

Sokka rubbed his chin. “Hmm…”

You nudged him with your elbow. “Don’t encourage her.”

“I’m not.” He paused. “…I’m evaluating.”

Katara gave her brother a look that could have frozen the ocean. “Sokka.”

"What?"

“You are not helping.”

“I haven’t even agreed with her yet.”

“You were considering eyebrow singeing!”

“They’re very expressive!”

“They’re attached to his face!”

“So?”

Aang buried his face in his hands. “I miss when our biggest problems were giant koi fish.”

“Those were also trying to kill us,” Sokka reminded him.

“They were simpler!”

Toph leaned back with a satisfied grin. “I still think she showed remarkable restraint.”

You laughed softly. “I wasn’t going to burn him.”

Toph clicked her tongue. “Missed opportunity...you've changed sparky.”

“I was trying to be the bigger person.”

“You can be the bigger person and make someone’s shoes catch fire.”

Sokka’s eyes lit up.“Oh!”

Katara pointed at him.“No.”

“What?”

“I know that look.”

“What look?”

“The ‘Toph has given me a terrible idea that I somehow think is brilliant’ look.”

“I do not have that look.”

“You absolutely have that look.”

He opened his mouth to argue before sheepishly closing it again. “…Maybe a little.”

You reached over, taking his hand beneath the table. “I think intimidating him was enough.”

Sokka looked down at your intertwined fingers before smiling. “Yeah.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles. “It was.”

He looked around the table, unable to hide the pride in his voice. “Still… my wife defending Southern Water Tribe traditions?” His grin grew impossibly wider.

“I’m never getting tired of saying that.”

Toph rolled her eyes dramatically. “You two are disgustingly cute.”

Katara smiled into her tea. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

Aang nodded. "I think it’s sweet."

Toph let out an exaggerated groan. “Great. Now there’s three of them.”

Aang gasped. "Love is beautiful!"

Sokka only laughed, slipping an arm around your shoulders. “You know,” he said with mock seriousness, “I think my favorite part is that he ran away from this.”

He gently lifted the carved stone pendant resting against your chest. “Not because it’s expensive.”

“It isn’t,” you agreed.

“Not because it’s flashy.”

“It definitely isn’t.”

“But because it meant enough to you to defend.”

You looked up at him, your expression softening. “It means enough because of who made it.”

For once, Sokka was completely speechless.

Toph folded her arms. “…Okay, now that’s disgustingly cute.” Even she couldn’t quite keep the smile off her face.

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The betrothal necklace

Pairing sokka x reader. Sokka gifted you a betrothal necklace he made himself.

Idk man I hate describing the fics 😭

From the beginning, being part of Team Avatar meant constant movement, new places, new dangers, new people, but somehow, in the middle of all that chaos, you became something steady. As an earthbender, you were reliable in a way that grounded everyone, quite literally at times, but especially Sokka. He noticed it long before he understood it.

At first, it was small things: the way you reinforced the ground beneath camp without being asked, how you quietly shaped stone into something useful while everyone else rested, or how you always seemed to anticipate what people needed before they even said it.

You weren’t loud like Aang or blunt like Toph, and you didn’t carry yourself with the same intensity as Katara, you were calm, thoughtful, and steady.

And for someone like Sokka, who constantly felt like he had to prove his worth without bending, that kind of presence became something he leaned on more than he ever expected.

It started with conversations. Real ones. Not just his usual jokes or over-the-top plans, but quieter talks late at night when the fire burned low and the others had already fallen asleep. He’d sit beside you, sometimes a little awkward at first, rambling about strategy or frustrations or things he didn’t usually admit out loud.

You never interrupted him or brushed him off, you listened, really listened, and when you responded, it wasn’t with empty reassurance but something thoughtful and honest.

You told him he wasn’t just “the idea guy,” that without him, half the plans wouldn’t even exist, let alone succeed. And maybe he laughed it off at the time, made some sarcastic comment to hide how much it meant, but it stayed with him. After that, it became habit. Sitting next to you. Talking to you first. Looking for you in a crowd without even realizing he was doing it.

Somewhere along the way, it stopped being subtle—at least to everyone else. Katara noticed the way Sokka’s voice changed when he talked to you, softer, less performative.

Aang noticed how Sokka would instinctively move closer to you during breaks, how he’d offer you food first or check if you were okay after fights before anyone else.

Even Toph, who pretended not to care about anything remotely emotional, made the occasional comment that left Sokka flustered and defensive. But you… you just stayed the same. Warm, steady, quietly affectionate in your own way.

You’d brush dirt off his shoulder without thinking, hand him tools you shaped from stone when his broke, stand just a little closer than necessary. It wasn’t dramatic or overwhelming—it was natural. And that somehow made it mean more.

The necklace, though, that was something else entirely. Sokka didn’t decide to make it all at once. It crept into his mind slowly, the idea forming over days and weeks until it refused to leave.

Back in the Water Tribe, betrothal necklaces weren’t just gifts, they meant something real, something lasting, and the thought of giving you one both terrified and excited him in equal measure. Still, once the idea settled in, there was no stopping it.

He started collecting materials wherever he could, pretending it was for “tools” or “plans” whenever anyone asked. Small shells from a beach you’d camped near, stones you had once shaped absentmindedly and left behind, bits of cord he carefully traded for.

He worked on it in secret, usually late at night when everyone else was asleep, hunched over with intense concentration as he carved, tied, and adjusted every piece. It didn’t come easily, his hands weren’t as precise as a craftsman’s, and more than once he had to start over, but he kept going anyway. Because it was for you, and somehow that made the frustration worth it.

When he finally decides to give it to you, he almost backs out three separate times.

The timing never feels right, too many people around, too much noise, too many chances to mess it up, but eventually he realizes there’s never going to be a “perfect” moment, not in the middle of a war. So he settles for a quiet evening instead, when the sky is soft with fading light and the world feels, for once, like it’s not about to fall apart.

You’re sitting beside him on the ground you’d smoothed out earlier, your shoulder barely brushing his, and he’s so unusually quiet that it doesn’t take long for you to notice something’s off.

When you ask what he’s hiding, he panics immediately, blurting out a denial that convinces you of the exact opposite. And then, before he can overthink it again, he just… pulls it out.

The necklace rests in his hands, imperfect and uneven, every flaw painfully obvious to him, the slightly crooked alignment, the rough edges he couldn’t smooth out, the knot that took far too many attempts to get even remotely right.

And suddenly he’s talking too fast, words tumbling over each other as he tries to explain, to justify, to lower your expectations before you can even react.

He tells you it’s not great, that it’s kind of messy, that he knows it’s not what you deserve, but then his voice shifts, softens, becomes something more honest. He tells you what it means. Where he comes from. What giving it to someone represents. And by the time he’s finished, there’s this fragile kind of silence hanging between you, like everything could change depending on what you say next.

But you don’t hesitate.

You take his hands in yours, steady and sure, and instead of focusing on the flaws, you trace every detail like it matters, because to you, it does. You see the effort, the time, the care behind every uneven piece, and it hits you all at once just how much of himself he put into this.

When you tell him it’s perfect, he tries to argue, of course he does, pointing out every little mistake like that somehow invalidates the whole thing, but you just shake your head, smiling softly as you tell him you don’t care about any of that. What matters is that he made it. That he chose you.

And that’s the moment it really sinks in for him.

When you lift your hair and quietly ask him to put it on you, Sokka almost forgets how to breathe. His hands are careful, more careful than they’ve ever been, as he ties it behind your neck, fingers brushing your skin in a way that sends a nervous kind of warmth through both of you.

He fumbles a little, of course, but he manages it, and when he’s done, he just… pauses, hands lingering like he’s not quite ready to let go of the moment. When you turn back to face him, the necklace resting against your collarbone, there’s this soft, almost disbelieving look in his eyes, like he’s still waiting for something to go wrong.

Instead, you lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

It’s simple. Soft. But it means everything.

When you pull back, your smile is small but certain, and the words you say next are just as steady as you’ve always been. You tell him yes, not in some grand, dramatic way, but like it’s the most natural decision in the world, like there was never really any other answer.

And for a second, Sokka just stares at you, trying to process it, before it finally clicks. The nerves, the doubt, the constant overthinking, it all melts away, replaced by something bright and overwhelming and real. His grin breaks through before he can stop it, wide and genuine, a little stunned but completely happy.

And when you lean into him afterward, your shoulder resting comfortably against his, neither of you pulls away.

Because in the middle of everything, of war, of uncertainty, of a world constantly shifting beneath your feet, you’ve found something solid in each other.

Something worth holding onto.