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

After the war, Zuko visits the South Pole and learns something about the Water Tribe.

Zuko meets Sokka while he’s on a date, and Sokka enlists Zuko into an awkward experience. Timing of the events in Ba Sing Se irrelevant here. Zuko/Sokka

Sokka would swear, later on, that it was completely innocent when it started.

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.

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.

Sokka lay in the softest, cleanest, nicest bed he’d had in months.

When Zuko takes what should be Sokka’s punishment, it’s up to Sokka to heal him again.

“Trust me, I know what I’m doing,” Sokka informed Zuko with a smirk, hoisting the large burlap sack over one shoulder. “I’m an expert.”

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 isn’t thinking very clearly when Prince Jerkbender comes to him in the dark in the back of the temple and says “let me do something for you.”

This was written as a meme response to the prompt “Sokka and Zuko spend the entire fic arguing about what kind of sex is socially acceptable for them to have”.

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.

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

[“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.

In which Zuko’s advisors won’t stop harassing him about suitable candidates for Fire Lady, and Zuko’s friends hatch an ingenious plan: pretend courtships.

[“Okay, but listen,” Zuko says. “I’m listening.” “Did you forget about the capitalist scam happening tomorrow?” He asks. “You know, patron saint of shitty teddy bears and pretending that a few flowers makes up for being emotionally constipated the rest of the year?” Zuko shrugs. “Not like I lied.” “Sounds kind of like you lied.” “He said couple,” Zuko points out, “We are a couple. A couple of people who want a discount.”] Or, Zuko and Sokka work the system.

[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.