One of your pairing requests was: ZukoxSokkaxZuko which was either a typo or (as I chose to see it) season 1 Evil!PrinceZukoxSokkaxDorky!GoodZuko. Tried to include as many prompts as I could. Fic is set in a series of four drabbily scenes.

There wasn’t a whole lot to do at the Western Air Temple. On any given day, Sokka would get up, wander down to where Zuko and Aang were practising, and spend the morning fine-tuning his jerkbending puns.

And here begins the cliche. Because there's just not enough modern highschool setting fics out there.

Three years after the war, the work still isn't quite done and the Gaang is scattered across the continents in their efforts to help the world recover. When Aang and Katara pay visit to the Fire Nation where Zuko is Fire Lord and Sokka acts as Ambassador for the Water Tribe, sparks fly between the siblings over Sokka's life choices.

On a shopping excursion, Zuko discovers a little secret about Sokka and a dress provides a unique bonding experience.

“Okay, we’re in trouble,” Sokka manages as the solid metal cell door locks shut, although he doesn’t know why he just said “we” considering who it is he’s in trouble with.

While staging their rescue at the Boiling Rock prison, things take a turn for the worse.

Okay, so there was a little scenario with the guards.

It looked like whatever the guys had learned at the Sun Warrior temple had lit the fuse of their little firecracker. Sokka was not going to let anyone else get hurt when it went off.

Birthday porn I wrote a few weeks ago for [info]avocado_love and forgot to repost. Birthday prisonsex porn, even, set during The Boiling Rock.

Sokka has been kidnapped by the Fire Nation. Instead of prison, he serves as personal valet to the prince.

I don't remember the exact prompt, only that it was Sokka/Zuko sex pollen! DO WANT. There was either a reply or at least five comments promising one.

[“I just—“ Zuko begins, cuts himself off, opens his mouth to try again. Nothing comes out, and Sokka gives him a full-body squeeze to encourage him. “Maybe next time, you could, uh…” “Yes?” Rushing him does nothing but make him shut down, Sokka’s learned the hard way. Patience isn’t something that comes naturally, but it’s something that he’s learning, just like Zuko’s slowly learning to communicate. “Maybe next time, I want you to, uh, hold me down.”] Or, Zuko learns to use his words.

[It’s all Mai’s fault. It was never going to work out between them at the end of the day, romantically, but Zuko will love her until the day he dies, and that love is how he gets bullied into putting it on in the first place. It’s a little square of deep red lace and ribbon that weighs next to nothing. Mai presses it into his hands with a smirk and tells him to put it on. It matches her black one, she says. Hurry up. Zuko loves this woman with every drop of blood in his body. He takes the...whatever it is and hurries up. He changes in her closet—there’s no mirror in there, but Zuko doesn’t need it. He knows what this is.] Or, Zuko explores some options.

Sokka is bored and horny; Zuko is stuck at his new job. Everything goes exactly the way you'd expect. "I really don't think my new boss will respond well to 'Can I push back my start date by a week, because my boyfriend took the week off work without telling me, and now he's moping because he can't act on all of his week-long sex marathon plans?'"