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[diarosemond]

Rose's Masterlist

Started: 10/17/2025

Last Updated: 12/3/2025

Total Works: 24

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚Avatar: The Last Airbender˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Series

Phoenix Rising [Sokka | Zuko] Sumi had been born lucky. Her life had been planned for her before she had even been born. What will she do when she is given the choice to stray from this path and everything she has ever known? Follow Sumi as she finds her destiny, scarred by her past and scared of the future. Finding comfort in her companions, old and new. A banished prince and a determined warrior will make her realize that she can't plan her destiny.

Imagines

Sokka Dear Diary [discovering you doodling him in your journal.] The Caffeine in Our Veins [when worlds collide at your local cafe, what secrets will you find that the mysterious, chaotic boy has been hiding from you?] Zuko Chasing Embers [when you are having trouble falling asleep, your best friend knows just how to warm you up.]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚Genshin Impact˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Imagines

Flins Tinker's Pet [a familiar face shows up at your workshop in the dead of night.] Almost Too Close [where things heat up during a training session with the lightkeeper.] On the Cliff's Edge [after an accident on a mission with the ratnik, you notice someone acting more strangely than usual...] Tartaglia In the Shadows [in which you steal a quiet moment in the lanternlight with a certain fatui harbinger...] Varka Homecoming [after years apart, you finally get your gentle reunion.] Wriothesley Warmth Between the Lines [what will happen when you find a note you were never meant to see?]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚My Hero Academia˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Imagines

Bakugo Bruises and Blushes [in a minor training incident, bakugo shows you a side you've never seen before.] Warmth in the Rain [in an unexpected day of rain and thunderstorms, you find comfort in surprising places.] Space Heater [bakugo warms you up on a cold winter night.] Midnight in Room 3B [in which you finally get to know your neighbor across the hall.] Heatwave [a steamy moment shared between friends during the biggest heatwave of the year.] Safe Haven [bakugo seeks shelter from the rain in the safety of your apartment...] Jealousy, Jealousy [when a close friend gets jealous of just how close you are to his best friend.] Quiet Sparks | Part 1 [when sparks ignite between the rivals of Class 1A...] Quiet Sparks | Part 2 Quiet Sparks | Part 3 Quiet Sparks | Part 4 Kaminari Passing Notes [everyday, a new sticky note taped to your desk as you enter the classroom. the culprit? nowhere to be found. but, you had to find out who it was. who else would turn everything into an electrifying pun?] Static Sparks [an afterschool coffee date puts a new meaning to your friendship with kaminari.] Kirishima Study Buddy [finals were obviously kicking your ass, but a classmate of yours knows just the best way to motivate you.]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚Fairy Tail*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Imagines

Sting Driftwood [seven years have come and gone... after hearing about the return of your long lost guild, who will be at your side in your time of need?]

[ur-jinji]

Heyo!! You’re incredibly talented and I was wondering if I could request a Sokka x Reader using the fluff prompts number 32 and/or 23? Anyway thank you so much and I’m glad I’m not the only one who also loves Varrick

a/n: AHH THIS IS SO CUTE OMG and thank you 🥺🥺 also us varrick stans are superior hehe

fluff prompts

23: “don’t get me wrong. i like the kissing. i’m all for the kissing. more kissing, i say.”

32: “your lap is my new favorite seat.”

good old fashioned lover boy

sokka x f!reader

college aged & modern au

summary: y/n was a firm disbeliever in love, but sokka helps in changing her mind

warning: mention of a cheating & toxic relationships

masterlist

Y/N never believed much in love.

She was never lucky when it came to relationships. Her first boyfriend cheated, and her second was manipulative and toxic, but she could see through that bullshit. She escaped those relationships with a few mental scrapes and bruises, but the experience matured and hardened her. Y/N decided she didn’t really want to try to find love anymore. If it came, it came, but either way, she was content. Her main goal was to just focus on looking out for herself. But, that ephinany didn’t last forever.

Enter... Sokka.

Sokka was Y/N’s goofy friend who never failed to put a smile on her face. He was always making attempts to hang out, in which she’d decline. He even went out of his way to beg his other friends not to show up the movies so he could be alone with her. It was no secret that Sokka was highly attracted to you. He made moves. Constantly. It started with flirty texts, telling Y/N how good she looked that day. He once even made the cringey “without me? ;)” text message when she said she was going to take a shower. The texts quickly turned into in-person flirting. He would call her “pretty” or “a snack” almost every time he saw her. He would also tease her, saying rather suggestive comments, have lingering touches, or try to play footsies under the table on nights out with their shared friends.

Unknowingly to her friends, but Y/N always bit back. It wasn’t always obvious, but she found herself being just as playful and suggestive. She wouldn’t lie, she was very flattered. She enjoyed the attention he gave her and the reactions he would give when she played along. She loved seeing him try harder when she gave him that signature look when he called her pretty. Y/N would even go as far as to admitting she found Sokka attractive. But, she always told herself to not let that attraction and excitement form into anything else. But little did she know, Sokka’s behavior was all out of love, not just the excitement of the chase. That kid was completely whipped. All he wanted was Y/N. He loved when she teased him back. He loved when she whacked his shoulder, trying to a hide playful smirk that would show she enjoyed it, but failing horribly. He loved when she would keep a blank face in front of her friends, attempting to hide that she was playing footsies back with him under the table. (There was an awkward conversation or two when she accidentally started touching someone else’s foot). Sokka loved it all.

Sokka’s heart nearly imploded the first time Y/N kissed him. She had been drunk, but when they woke up in the same bed together, she wasn’t repulsed and/or regretful like he was afraid she would be. But, he was disappointed when she gathered her belongings and secretly made a walk of shame back to her dorm and never brought it up again. The same exact situation happened two more times after that. The second time, Sokka realized that Y/N would always wait until they were alone. And that every time, she was drunk. It was like that was the only time she could be somewhat vulnerable and let her guard down. And he was right.

Y/N found it hard to publicly show any form of affection towards Sokka. She wanted to lie to herself, but she couldn’t. So, she lied to those around her. It was known by her friends that she despised relationships. But, she was really confused about her feelings, and wanted to always keep that guard up as much as she possibly could. What wasn’t well known by her friends was the fact that her walls would come down when she drank. Sokka was the only one who had any idea, and that was because he knew from personal experience.

Sokka was able to chip at Y/N’s wall when she agreed to hang out alone in his dorm not long after the final drunken hook up. They watched a movie and ended up practically spooning, but when his roommate returned to the dorm, Y/N didn’t waste any time to scramble away and put some distance between Sokka before the roommate would see. It’s not that she was embarrassed of Sokka. She was embarrassed of breaking the promise she made to herself.

Y/N found herself at Sokka’s dorm yet again a few days after that incident. He had brushed it off, putting the pieces together on own as to why she didn’t want anyone knowing. She sat down on the edge of his bed. Sokka was seated at his desk chair towards the end of his bed. There was an awkward silence that drove him crazy. He noticed her bouncing her leg, and her eyes nervously shifting around the room. He sighed dramatically and stood up, making his way over to the girl. He wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up.

“Sokka! Stop! Put me down!” Y/N squealed in surprise. She thrashed around in his grasp. He moved over to the desk chair and sat down, sitting her on his lap, his arms remaining around her waist. Almost immediately, she stopped thrashing and calmed down, seeming rather content. Y/N turned her head to look at Sokka.

“You’re so annoying,” She said, breaking a smile. She swatted gently at his shoulder, earning a smile from him.

“You like it,” He teased her, giving her waist a squeeze.

“You’re despicable!” Y/N shouted before giggling.

“You like it,” Sokka repeated.

“You’re right,” She admitted softly, breathing out a laugh and shrugging nonchalantly.

“We’ve just had a breakthrough. You admitted to liking something about me!” He exclaimed.

“You ruined it,” She told him before gently swatting his shoulder again.

“Disappointment,” He replied, jokingly looking sad.

“Stop. What do you want me to say?” Y/N questioned, throwing her hands up. Sokka nodded smugly.

“Something you’d never admit. Like, that my lap is the best lap. My lap is your new favorite seat,” He said, smirking. “We both know it’s true.”

“Again, you’re so annoying!”

“Mhm, just what I thought.”

“Fine. Your lap is my new favorite seat,” Y/N responded, secretly meaning it. “I guess it’s a little comfy.”

“Hah! I knew it,” Sokka declared, giving her yet another squeeze. “You’re fun to squeeze.”

“You’re fun to hit,” She replied before softly hitting his shoulder and giggling.

“Well, you’re just fun to be around,” He said, closing his eyes and giving you a thin smile that read ‘Yeah. I said it. What’re you gonna do about it.’

“You’re okay, I guess,” She admitted, meaning a lot more than she said.

“Hah! Another breakthrough!” He shouted before giving ANOTHER squeeze, this one tighter than the rest.

“Oh, hush,” Y/N said, then leaning in and planting her lips on his to silence him. Sokka responded very needidly, craving it. His arms unwrapped around her waist, and his hands replaced them. Their lips started to move a little faster, but Y/N pulled away with a smug look.

“Betcha weren’t expecting that,” She said before pecking his lips again quickly.

Sokka was at a loss for words. He was surprised his heart hadn’t leapt right out of his chest. Not only was this kiss amazing, but she DID shock him. This was the first kiss they shared sober. The wall she had built had been successfully dented.

“Jeez, if it’s that bad, you just say so,” Y/N said, closing his slightly gaped mouth by pressing a finger under his chin. “Guess that’ll have to be the last from me.”

Sokka cleared his throat.

“I’m just shocked you were the one to kiss me. Especially while sober,” Sokka explained.

Y/N shrugged. “Again, if it was that bad, just say so!”

“No! Don’t get me wrong. I like the kissing. I’m all for the kissing. More kissing, I say,” He started, leaning in and kissing the girl again for a moment. “I just don’t know what changed?”

“I don’t know, Sokka. I just trust you, I guess,” She informed, shrugging again.

“Y/N, I’m crazy about you,” He suddenly blurted out quickly. He wanted to facepalm himself for saying that out loud. This wasn’t going to be good. He knew it. The silence was deafening. Y/N was now the one at a loss for words.

“Please say something,” Sokka eventually muttered anxiously. She paused.

“I don’t know... I-I like you, too,” Y/N admitted just above a whisper, eyes darting around as if to make sure they were alone.

Sokka swore his heart stopped for a second. Was this really happening? Was the girl he’d been so infatuated with since the moment he met her really saying she liked him back? The girl who said she didn’t believe in love? The girl who said on more than one occasion that she’d be more than happy to be single for the rest of her life?

“Now you please saying something!” Y/N hollered, whacking his shoulder. Sokka had no words. No words could express how long he’d been wanting to hear those words come out of mouth. Hell, a text message would’ve been good enough for him! A passenger pigeon! Anything!

He placed lips on Y/N’s, kissing her passionately. She responded back to the kiss quickly with just as much passion, and even deepened it. Sokka moved his hands down to her hips. They stayed there like that for a while, taking in the moment that meant the world to both of them. Y/N had secretly been wanting this like Sokka had. They eventually separated, both breathing deeply.

“Would you want to go on a date with me sometime?” Sokka asked nervously. “Like, a real one. I take you to a movie and then we go out to eat and hold hands and stuff?”

“Yes, Sokka. Eventually. Give me some time to take all this in, okay?” Y/N responded, pecking his cheek gently. “I surprised myself here today, too, y’know.”

Sokka quickly nodded, grinning. He’ll take that.

“Another breakthrough!”

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taglist: @missmorosis

[honeyapplepi]

SUKI

Modern! atla au 

Sokka x reader (kinda)

Based off the song Heather by Conan Gray. This is my first imagine so please be nice. 

Warnings: angst, longing, swearing, one-sided love,

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I still remember third of december me in your sweater you said it looked better on me than it did you

The cold air began seeping through your thin long sleeved shirt. You were now regretting not bringing a coat or even a thicker shirt, but the cafe was only a few minutes away. You hadn’t anticipated it being as cold as it was. Your hands ran up and down your arms trying your best to warm the cold skin. 

Finally reaching the cafe you quickly entered through the glass doors. The warm air soon hitting your skin. The pink tint that began growing on your nose and cheeks started to disappear as the air warmed your skin. 

Your eyes began to scan the slightly crowded cafe. Your eyes stopped once they saw him. He hadn’t ordered anything yet, and he wasn’t even paying attention to his surroundings. His eyes were focused on his phone. A small smile formed on your face as you began to walk towards him. He didn’t look up until you were only a few steps from the table, but once he did a huge smile suddenly appeared on his face. 

“Y/N!,” he said excitedly. He always greeted you the same way. He had since you were little. Always with a huge smile and a sparkle in his eyes. It warmed your heart and caused the pink tint to return to your cheeks. Thankfully you could blame that on the cold. 

Sokka jumped up and went to hug you. Once his arms were latched around you he noticed the cold that came off you. Almost immediately he let go and went to take off his sweater leaving him in just a long sleeved shirt. “Here. You’re freezing,” He said handing it to you. 

You looked at the sweater reluctantly. “No. It’s fine,” you said. You’d much rather be sentenced to the cold air than him. 

“Come on. You can give it back later,” Sokka said though he had no intent of letting you return it. You sighed and took the sweater from his hands. You quickly pulled the sweater over your head as you and Sokka went to sat down at the small two seat table. 

The sweater held his scent. Just as Sokka went to order drink for the two of you, he knew your order by heart, you held onto the sweaters fabric. A smile on your face as you took in his smell. 

At the end of your meeting Sokka decided to walk you home. Once you had reached your apartment door you began to enter your home before remembering you were wearing Sokka’s sweater. “Wait. I forgot,” you said before beginning to take off the sweater before he stopped you. 

“Keep it. It looks better on you anyway,” Sokka said. You smiled at his words even though you they weren’t true. No one could look better than him. 

only if you knew how much I liked you

I love you

You wanted to say it, but with each step away from your door you lost more of your chance. Finally you stood alone in the hallway in his sweater reciting his words over and over. 

“It looks better on you anyway,”  The words weren’t even romantically spoken. He had meant it platonically, but still you couldn’t get out the idea that maybe he didn’t mean it platonically. 

What if in that moment you said those words? I love you. Would he say it back? Would he confess that he had been waiting for you to say those words to him? That he had loved you all these years just as much as you had. Or would he think you meant it like how he said he loved Katara. 

Would he tell you to he could never love you? Of course not. He wasn’t like that, but he still could let you down gently. Even with that your friendship would forever be ruined. 

but i watch your eyes, as she walks by what a sight for sore eyes

There she was. Suki. She was absolutely beautiful. No wonder he was so mesmerized by her. Though he hadn’t mentioned her you could tell he liked her. He looked at her the way Aang looked at Katara or Zuko looked at Mai. 

You thought you could live with it. Him liking someone else. It was bound to happen. You wanted him to be happy, You truly did, but when he told you he had a date with her that night your heart broke.

Of course she had said yes to the date. Why wouldn’t she? He’s perfect and so is she, so of course they fit. Part of you hoped they wouldn’t work. That something about her would make Sokka realize she wasn’t the one, but there’s the problem. She is the one. So, there you sat, everytime Sokka called to say he had a date with Suki or how well they were getting along, alone in your apartment clad in Sokka’s sweater. Though his smell was starting to decay. 

why would you ever kiss me? i’m not even half as pretty

Katara and Aang’s wedding was beautiful. Though all you could think the entire time was how Sokka and Suki looked at eachother. Suki looked beautiful. You and her were wearing the same dress since you were both Katara’s bridesmaids, but she looked better. Her hair looked prettier than yours. She was taller so it made the dress look better, and blue was her color and not so much yours. 

As Katara and Aang began there vows you began to think of you and Sokka. In a world where he loved you back and he proposed to you. Would the wedding be big? definitely not. You would only invite your closest friends. What would you tell him in your vows? 

That you had loved him since they were kids. That everytime he looked at you, even just a glance, you turned to mush. That when you were sad the only person you wanted to comfort you was him. That the person who you could never live without was him even if you were just friends. 

You were brought out of your daydream when Aang and Katara kissed, and in that moment you had another vision. Though this time it was Suki and Sokka. Even if a daydream she looked prettier. 

You sat at the table. Everyone else was dancing with their partners, but you sat at the table twirling a straw in your empty glass. Suki and Sokka were dancing not to far from you. 

“When do you think we’ll get married?,” Suki asked him as her head rested on his chest. “Someday, but let’s not ruin Katara and Aang’s spotlight,” Sokka answered her. 

you gave her your sweater it’s just polyester, but you liked her better 

Entering the warm cafe your eyes scanned the crowd. There he was this time his focus on the door. It brought you back to the third of December. His eyes hadn’t been on you. Sure he smiled excitedly when he saw you, but he hadn’t been waiting for you. Not like he was waiting for her. There she was. She entered the cafe and he immediately jumped up. She wasn’t even close to him. 

You saw the way he looked at her. You heard the way he said her name. The way he jumped every time he saw her. He gave her his sweater just like he did with you, but he liked her better. 

wish i were heather

There you were in the same place you had been everytime he called to talk about her. The same place you would sit after spending the day with the two. Where you cried the night of Katara and Aang’s wedding. Still clad in his sweater, but now his scent was gone. Maybe if you had told him you loved him before he met her everything would be different. 

Maybe you’d be the one he loved, and maybe she’d be the one sitting by the window wondering what could have been. If only you were Suki.

[diarosemond]

Dear Diary

sokka x reader | discovering you doodling him in your journal.

Whenever he would look at you, you were writing. 

In the dead of night, while everyone else was asleep, he could hear the scratch of your brush swiping across the page. You would occasionally dip your brush into a bottle of ink, placed precariously atop your crossed knee, before continuing on.

He noticed you would wake up long before the rest of the group, hours even, just to get a few more pages into your journal. The sun would grace your soft features, a rare look of peace on your face as you wrote about your comrades and the journeys you took together.

It was only a few months ago that his sister had suggested you start logging their journeys as a joke. It was a passing thought shared across the campfire, but you took it and ran. 

Any free moment you had you were writing in that damn journal and Sokka was growing annoyed.

It used to be so easy to grab your attention. He could breathe funny and you would be laughing along with whatever he had to say, but now, he had to compete with a book full of blank pages for your attention.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Give me that,” Sokka said. You were sitting cross-legged on your sleeping bag, your arm holding your book high above your head out of Sokka’s reach.

“What could you possibly need this for?” You teased with a smile on your face. You had yet again been winding down for the evening by writing in your journal, now entertaining the boy who sat across from you on the other end of your sleeping bag.

“I have to double-check your historical accuracy,” the boy insisted. Placing a hand on your knee, he used it as leverage to reach over you in an attempt to grab your journal from his outstretched hand.

The boy hadn’t yet realized, but you did. Your faces were now inches apart, his breath fanning across your face as you stared into his icy eyes. 

You pushed him off of you, causing him to land into a heap next to you as you covered your flustered state with a laugh.

“I’ll be sure to get down your historically accurate bad instincts, Sokka,” you laughed, pulling the journal back to your lap again before continuing to doodle in the journal. Sokka only groaned in response, laying further back into the sleeping bag at your side.

You continued to make progress on your current masterpiece. Unbeknownst to the rest of the group, you had also been drawing detailed portraits as a part of your “recordkeeping”.

Who’s to say if every record just so happened to be about the Water Tribe warrior?

You took the opportunity of having Sokka at your side to perfect the details of your drawing. You had easily mastered most of the features of the boy's face: sculpted eyebrows, kind eyes, a sharp nose. But, you always struggled the most with his smile.

Something about his smile always felt unnatural when you drew it. You were never able to match his eyes to the smile and it always bothered you. So, times like this where the boy willingly laid so close to you offered the perfect opportunity for you to study his smile for longer than normal.

You didn’t realize it, but the boy had long since opened his eyes and was staring right back at you, noticing how you were oh so focused on his lips.

“Is there a reason you’re studying my mouth, or do you want a practical demonstration?”

The voice startled you from your thoughts, your ink bottle almost spilling, before you realized what the boy before you had said. Soon enough, your face was flush with embarrassment as you turned away from Sokka, unable to face him.

“I was just… making sure you were still breathing.”

You heard a scoff from beside you, before there was a sudden shift in movement from beside you.

“Really? Because that looks suspiciously like me in your diary.”

You jolted back to look in Sokka’s direction, realizing the boy had sat up and was now leaned over and peering over your shoulder, looking directly at the drawing you had been working on so diligently. 

He could see the sketch so clearly, a smile gracing his lips as he looked it over. Even though the war had turned him so serious and had brought a weight upon his shoulders, you had captured that boyish youth of his that shone through whenever he was with you. 

Seeing himself through someone else's eyes, your eyes, made him feel light. 

He watched as your face flushed even further, if you could believe it, before rapidly flipping your journal closed and saying a quick good night before lying back down next to him to fall asleep.

Perhaps, he thought, he wouldn’t have to compete with a book after all.

[diarosemond]

Chapter Six: Imprisoned

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I looked down at my hands and feet, seeing that my suspicions had been confirmed. Sighing in frustration, I sat beside my physical body, unaware of how to return to my physical state.

What had once been a body and clothing full of color had now been replaced by a transparent blue reminiscent of Iroh's stories he had once told me of his journey in the Spirit World.

I never thought I would discover the day when I would be trapped; utterly useless in my own fate and destiny, left to the devices of what the universe decides for me.

Glancing back over to my physical body, I frown in thought. Shadows had been etched beneath my eyes, and a permanent frown had graced my features; no doubt from the stress of the past three years.

The past three years have shaped me into who I am now, yet it seems I still cannot let go of who I used to be.

And despite what I felt he had done to me, I could not let go of what I had done to Prince Zuko.

Suddenly, the door to my room opened, surprising me with the presence of Iroh and Zuko himself.

"Sumi, it's time for us to get ready. I've gotten a lead on the Avatar," the banished prince let out as he made himself comfortable in my room. While leaning on the wall next to my bed frame, he continued to look on in frustration at me when I didn't respond.

I mean, can you blame me? Communicating across from the Spirit World isn't the easiest thing to do for a sixteen-year-old girl.

"Sumi! You can't keep ignoring me forever. Stop with your meditating and get up."

"Relax, Prince Zuko," Iroh interrupted his nephew's outburst by placing a calming hand on Zuko's shoulder. I had to raise my eyebrows in amusement at how easy it was to get on Zuko's nerves, even when I wasn't in the same realm as him.

"She must have just fallen asleep, let us leave her in peace. We'll get her when we arrive at our destination."

Rather than responding, Zuko huffed as he stormed off in annoyance.

Typical.

"Well, I might as well follow them," I muttered to myself as I stood back up from my place on the ground. Brushing myself off, I moved to follow Iroh out the door. As I did so, I could have sworn I saw the slightest wink come from the retired general, making me stop in my tracks briefly to double-take at the man's actions.

"I must be going crazy," I muttered to myself, following the two out of the door, "I mean, first I'm in the Spirit World, then I start seeing things, and now I'm talking to myself!"

"Next thing I know, I'm going to be told that I'm the Avatar," I pouted as I reached the bow of the deck where Iroh and Zuko resided.

Crossing my arms, I casually rested my back against the railing of the ship, leaning beside where Iroh stood. As I rested my eyes, the feeling of a force passing through me caused me to rise from my rest.

Unfortunately for me, Zuko had walked right through me.

"Rude much." I glowered once more at the prince.

"Uncle, we have to sail faster if we are to catch the Avatar," Zuko commanded Iroh, while Iroh smiled brightly at his nephew.

I swear I'll never understand how Iroh can be so positive all the time.

"Patience, nephew, with time and patience, the mulberry leaf becomes a silk gown."

I chuckled as Zuko scolded his uncle for yet another one of his confusing proverbs.

Of course, Iroh was right, which is why I knew that I, too, would have to wait to find my escape from the Spirit World.

As I tuned out the conversation between the two royals, I turned my head once more to face the majestic dragon that had been plaguing my every waking moment.

Though its color was distorted by its presence in the Spirit World, it seemed that every scale and insignificant detail shone through in all its glory.

Still, in awe at the magnificent creature which had seated itself before me, it lowered its head downward, low enough for me to climb on.

I, too, lowered myself, looking once more into the eyes of the extinct marvelous creature before me, "Are you wanting to take me somewhere?"

It was the warm look in the creature's eyes that told me yes.

With one last look at Zuko and Iroh, I mounted atop the dragon before it suddenly took off at speeds I would have never deemed possible. I struggled to hold on, desperate not to fall into the depths of the ocean below.

"Hey, buddy, do you know if it's possible to die in the Spirit World?" I exclaimed over the roar of the winds whipping around me, throwing my hair around wildly in the wind.

I only got an almost laugh-like roar in response before the dragon flew even faster,

As our journey continued, I saw we were approaching an island filled with ash, atop it resided two sister volcanoes in all their glory.

Before I knew it, the dragon had settled us atop the smaller of the two, nestling itself in a crook below the crater of the volcano.

Despite everything inside me that told me not to go closer to the edge of the volcano, there was another opposing force that once again filled me with a sense of familiarity and comfort that seemed to be coming from the island.

Something that told me to go further.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, young one."

Turning around in surprise, I quickly performed the movements to shoot a spout of flames out of my hands at the intruder; however, my flames never came.

"Bending doesn't work in this realm, I'm afraid," the man who had startled me said. Now facing him, I was able to take in his red robes and long white hair. But what caught my attention the most was the headpiece which adorned his aged locks, one not unfamiliar to me. One that I had seen in portraits in the royal palace.

"Avatar Roku," I gasped before bowing quickly, "I am so sorry for trying to hurt you. Please forgive me, Avatar."

A chuckle startled me from my frantic state as I stared upward toward the previous Avatar.

"There is no need to worry, young one; it is my fault for startling you by bringing you here."

"So," I said, straightening myself up completely, crossing my arms, "you're the one who brought me to the Spirit World and sent the dragon after me?"

"Yes and no," he said calmly.

"Could you be more vague?" I raised my eyebrow in question as I stared him down.

Chuckling once more, the Avatar continued, "Just let me explain why I've brought you here, and everything will make sense in due time, dear Sumi."

"You see, one hundred years ago, the Avatar disappeared off the face of our world, trapping himself in the depths of the ocean where no one was able to find him. Not until a couple of weeks ago, at least. However, a lot can happen in one hundred years, and the spirit of Raava herself was unsure if the Avatar would be able to fulfill his responsibility by himself if he were to ever wake up."

"Okay, I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr. Avatar sir, but this sounds a bit too much like Avatar business to have anything to do with me," I interrupted, not understanding exactly where Roku was going with his long spiel.

"Trust me, young one, it has much more to deal with than you could have ever imagined. Tell me, have you ever heard of the legend of the Phoenix?"

I nodded my head, "Of course, it's in almost every mythology book. A bird who bursts into flames at the end of his life, only to be reborn from his own ashes."

"That is only the beginning, Sumi," Avatar Roku stepped closer to the volcano, his eyes searching its depths, "The Phoenix as you and so many others know it is only a glimpse into who you used to be-"

"Who I used to be?"

"I apologize, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning. Since the time of the first Avatar, we have been tasked with keeping the balance between the Water Tribes, the Earth Kingdom, the Fire Nation, and the Air Nomads. Only the Avatar could be the master of all elements. However, Raava, the spirit who has granted us Avatar's power, sought a companion for us. Someone who would be able to aid us in every cycle. This person would become the Phoenix. Reborn alongside every Avatar until the Avatar cycle is broken."

Confusion was evident on my face, "So then, why does no one know of this Phoenix? How did they disappear off the face of the Earth?"

"I fear that is where I owe you an apology, Sumi." Sadness graced Avatar Roku's features. "I have watched you closely as you have grown up, and I fear this is not at all what I wanted for you when I reset the Phoenix cycle."

The Avatar sighed before he continued, "Corruption led my Phoenix astray, and so I wiped your memory, resetting the cycle from scratch. Raava ensured you would be reborn at a time best suited to serve Aang."

My eyes widened in recognition, "So, you mean-"

"Yes, Sumi, you are the Phoenix."

"What do you mean you wiped my memory!" I was starting to get frazzled, the amount of new information overloading my brain.

"Unlike the Avatar cycle, with a new Avatar chosen from a different nation in each lifetime, the Phoenix is reborn from its ashes, just like your myth. I wanted you to be able to experience life again. With a fresh set of eyes and a fresh mind. Never would I have wished for what you have gone through, though Sumi, if I had known-"

"So," I interrupted Roku, "you gave me no choice. Wiped my memories and thought that I would come here with an open mind? How gullible do you think I am?"

"Sumi-"

"No!" I roared at the Avatar, weeks, no years, of pent-up anger and frustration being let out, "I am tired of all of you disguising your own personal agendas as care and kindness. If you cared, you would have worked with my past life instead of locking her away for good."

"And I agree with you, Sumi," it shocked me, hearing such an earnest apology from the man, "I have regretted my decision almost every day. You are strong, but you never should have endured what you have in this lifetime, and I would do everything in my power to make it better for you if I could."

I scoffed, "Apology accepted, I guess."

Deep down, I appreciated the Avatar's apology. It was hard to accept this new information. But, it was also difficult to be mad at events and a past that I could not remember.

Roku smiled knowingly, "You will slowly remember Sumi. You've already shown small signs of your memory coming back. But, you will soon realize you have been graced with powers far beyond what you have conceived."

"It is up to you to decide your fate. It is up to you to decide if you will join the Avatar in restoring balance to our world."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I had been riding the Avatar's dragon, Fang, for what felt like hours now, my destination near in my sight.

My stomach was churning at the thoughts of the conversation I had with Avatar Roku just hours prior.

I would say that if it weren't for the serious nature of what we had discussed, I might have been excited about meeting him.

But, I wasn't.

Everything would change now.

I only had a matter of days until Zuko found the Avatar again. And then what?

Would I join Aang in a fate that I never had a hand in, or would I aid Zuko to return to a life predestined for me?

Roku had left me with one final bit of information: the Avatar's next whereabouts.

But, would I use it for or against him?

I didn't realize it was possible to feel nauseous in the Spirit World.

Suddenly, Fang mounted the ship, lowering himself so that I could make my way onto the deck of the ship. Before I returned to my quarters, I looked back at Fang once more, resting my hand on the bridge of his snout as he nuzzled into my touch.

A faint smile graced my features as I looked Fang in the eyes, taking in the amber eyes of his, which looked so familiar to me.

They mirrored my own.

"Thank you, Fang, I hope to see you again soon," I whispered, resting my forehead on the bridge of the creature's snout, whilst bringing my hands to hold both sides of the dragon's head.

A simple snort from the dragon is all that graced my ears before Fang was whipped away in the winds, flying back in the direction of Avatar Roku's home.

The march back to my room was a short one, but with every step, I felt the weight in my mind bear heavier.

When I finally return to my body, my translucent spirit finally returns into the confines of my physical form.

I gasp, catching my breath, before standing up from where I had been meditating for hours.

As I stretched my sore muscles, a single thought raced through my mind.

You would think I would be more sore for a ten-thousand-and-sixteen-year-old.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"Hello, General, Prince Zuko," I said, nodding to the two in acknowledgement as I took my place at our dining table.

Zuko glared at me before speaking his mind, "And where have you been exactly?"

"Asleep, for your information," I stated, staring daggers straight back into the Prince's eyes, "and it seems you need some too, Prince Cranky, did you miss nap time or something?"

Before he could respond, a chuckle from Iroh brought us both back to reality.

Well, me at least.

It seemed the stress from my visit to the Spirit World had not left me yet, but that didn't change the fact that Zuko needs to be put in his place every once in a while.

I snapped my head forward before it could hit the table as I nearly passed out from exhaustion, earning me a glance of concern from Iroh.

"I'm okay," I mouthed to him, as we continued to eat while Zuko talked of his search for the Avatar.

"This was another dead end. How am I to regain my honor if I can't even find the Avatar?" Zuko ranted.

Before I knew what I was doing, the words slipped right out of my mouth, "I might be able to help with that."

My eyes widened in shock, before I covered up my shock with a smirk covering my face, as I turned to face Zuko with the information he wanted.

Who knew? Maybe this could be the way I don't have to pick sides.

Maybe I could just let Zuko and the Avatar deal with their problems on their own.

"How could you do that?"

"Well, I heard a rumor that the winter solstice is approaching soon," I responded to Zuko smoothly, noting his confused expression, "It's the time of year when the Spirit World and our world are in closest proximity to one another. And if I were to guess, he's going to try to contact Avatar Roku."

"And how exactly does that help us?"

My smirk widened as I leaned closer to face Zuko.

"What better place to contact the previous Avatar than the Fire Temple Sanctuary?"

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[ur-jinji]

p from the relationship alphabet with sokka? 👀

a/n: hah sike you asked for P but here’s the whole alphabet

Sokka Relationship Alphabet HC

sokka x gn!reader

navigation // atla masterlist

(the original poster of this alphabet list can be found here !!)

A- Activity (What is their favorite activity to do with you.)

sokka LOVES texting you randomly in the middle of the night and being like “wanna go for a drive?” he’ll pick you up and drive around, listening to music, goofing around. he always stops at the 24 hour fast food place to get you something to eat :)

B- Beginnings (How do they act in the beginning of a relationship)

this kid was obsessed with you from the moment you started dating. he was very clingy, but knew your boundaries. he’d always send you cute paragraphs saying how happy he was to have you as a significant other, and always made attempts to hang out any chance he could.

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)

sokka would be a good communicator for the most part. he’s very open and outspoken, and very willing to talk out an issue. sometimes he can be a little stubborn depending on what happened, but he’s usually always good at communicating with you.

D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk)

sokka would be a very loving and loud drunk. he’d be very handsy (& respectful) with you and wouldn’t hesitate to let everyone know how much he loves you.

E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations? You get hurt, they get hurt, someone is dying etc..)

when it comes to emergencies, sokka would be very panicked. he’d freak out and try to do anything he can to help, especially when it involves you getting hurt

F- Free Spot (I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with)

sokka is a big fan of wearing matching pjs with you

G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they get?)

he loves giving you fun fuzzy socks amongst other gifts. but he always needs to get you some fuzzy socks as a little side present. and when it comes to getting sokka gifts? that boy loves getting edible gifts and clothes lmao

H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle)

sokka is literally always clinging to you when you’re okay with it. he loves being big spoon, but LOVES being little spoon.

I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?)

he gets very grumpy when he’s hungry. he’ll normally just pout and complain until he’s fed

J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?)

he’d definitely take you and himself on a shopping spree. and he’d get a pool if he can

K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?)

his ultimate weakness is seeing you cry or hurt. it literally kills him and he’ll do anything he can to make it better

L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?)

let’s just say he’s VERY ticklish. the tickle monster pays many visits to tease him

M- Morning ( How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?)

sokka is very grouchy in the morning. he’ll whine and moan and hide under the covers when you tell him it’s time to get up

N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?)

sokka feels particularly needy when he’s sleepy before bed. he’ll cling onto you and get super whiny and cuddle the hell out of you

O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?)

his happy place is definitely anywhere with you. his favorite place is the living room, where he can sit on the couch with you, eat snacks, joke around, and watch netflix.

P- Pain (How do they handle pain? How do they handle when you are in pain?)

he can get pretty tough when it comes to pain, but when you’re around, he’ll act like a little baby and beg you to “kiss it better.” he doesn’t handle you being in pain well though at all. he freaks out and panics.

Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and your relationship)

“can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever” literally the entirety of see you again by tyler, the creator. that kid is so in love with you

R- Reunion (How do they celebrate seeing you after a long time of being apart)

sokka will give you the biggest hug and shower you in kisses. then, he’ll take you out to a celebratory dinner

S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do deal with stress and how do they relieve it?)

he stressed a lot over work or school work. he’s a perfectionist. to help deal with stress, he’ll ask you to help him anyway you can, like helping him study or bringing him a snack

T- Terror (What are they afraid of?)

his biggest fear is losing you. whether it’s breaking up or something happening to you

U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?)

he’s a minecraft god. that kid can sit and play for hours straight. and of course you play with him. you always jokingly break your bed next to his and move it to another room as a way to retaliate when he does something to mess with you.

V- Violence (Do they fight a lot? Are they a good fighter? What is their fighting style?)

sokka only turns to physical fighting in serious situations, like something that concerns you or his friends. he can be a pretty good fighter when his competitor is around the same size as him, but when theyre bigger, he struggles.

W- Wow (What do you do that really surprises them? What do you do that they really like?)

you always pick up food for sokka to surprise him when he’s in a bad mood or just to be nice. he absolutely loves it

X- (Explicit headcanon. For all you degenerates)

Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly that they can’t deal with it?)

he hates finding your hair in the shower or in the sink. it grosses him out so bad

Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without you)

that kid sleeps like a log. he normally goes to bed pretty late and if he can, he’ll sleep into the afternoon, with and without you there. you normally have to force him out of bed

[ur-jinji]

2 and sokka 👀

a/n: hi morosis ily :) you picked a song at the very top of my angst list <3

warning: angst lmao

song: friends // vacations

friends

sokka x reader

masterlist

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“drift away, further each day” // “was it something said, or nothing at all?” // “where did you go?”

The brightness of the television screen was blinding. The volume was muted, but the light was enough to disturb Sokka from his slumber. He rubbed his tired eyes with closed fists before checking the time on his phone. It read 1:57 AM.

He had fallen asleep, waiting for a call from her. But to his dismay, he had no missed calls. Not even a single text that was filled with the usual bullshit excuses, such as:

“sorry my phone died”

“sorry i got held up”

“sorry i fell asleep”

“sorry something came up”

“sorry the wifi went out”

“sorry i was busy”

“sorry i just don’t love you anymore”

Okay, maybe the last one was never said, but he knew that that was the real answer behind all of the excuses. He didn’t know what happened. He didn’t know if he made a mistake. Maybe he said something that she didn’t like. Maybe she wanted space. He didn’t know. But Sokka wasn’t an idiot. For weeks now, she had been blowing him off and being very distant. It started with canceling plans, which lead to less frequent texts, then turning down any plans Sokka tried to make, then to making empty promises. Tonight was one of those promises that was broken yet again. She had promised to call. Sokka asked, practically begging to hear her voice again, telling her how much he missed her and wanted to talk to her. She accepted and told him that she’d ring him around 10 o’clock in the evening. And when he awoke at almost 2 in the morning, he wasn’t surprised he had been played again.

Sokka felt stupid for acting so naive and needy, waiting for things to go back to normal. But this girl...this girl was so special to him. They had been in a relationship for over a year, and he was so crazy in love with her. She was crazy in love with him too. Well. She used to be. He had no idea what changed, but the thought of his relationship with her coming to an end destroyed him. She was everything and more to him. They used to be inseparable. Now he couldn’t even get her to even call him. He supposed they drifted. They were young, fresh out of high school, attending different universities a couple hours apart. He knew about the unfortunate statistics of high school relationships. He wasn’t in denial, but he didn’t want it to be true.

Sokka stared down at her contact, which read “Y/N <3”. The contact picture was of her in pajamas, mouth stuffed with the popcorn from the big bowl in her hands. He remembered that night so vividly. It was in the beginning of the dating stages, and they were having a Disney movie marathon. Sokka smiled softly at the image, thinking of that night he’d never forget. He hesitated and began to type slowly, not sure of what to say.

Sokka: what happened to us, y/n?

He waited a moment, staring at the text. Then, a little gray bubble on the left side of the screen appeared, indicating that she was typing a response. His heart strings tugged hopefully. The pit in his stomach tightened.

Then, the gray bubble disappeared.

Sokka sighed sadly before setting the phone down. He laid down, turning towards the wall in his dorm. A tear slipped from his eye as he drifted off to sleep.