“Stop drawing me!”
I harbor a little dream in my head that Sokka will be asked to become the official court painter in the Fire Nation - it’s just one of those fantasies that has always been there. But Zuko would never approve of it. He’d get so pissy!
Please enjoy the paintings by Sokka. I think they’re fab.
Will post to y-gallery as soon as they’re back up.
“The Search” part 1 comes out today! Maybe finally some Sokka/Zuko interactions will happen…? ;~; (Probably not. They’re too sneaky.)
The sun was laying its face to the ocean before the battle was done. Hakoda’s muscles throbbed painfully but the adrenaline pumping through his body told him it had been far too long since he and his tribesmen had gone head to head with Fire Nation. He would have to figure out what to do with the prisoners before night fell. He didn’t relish the prospect. Some of the men adamantly thought the Fire Nation soldiers ought to be disposed of as quickly as possible - no matter how humanely that be. Hakoda had had enough of making that tough decision for a lifetime; he hoped this evening would provide a simpler solution.
“Chief Hakoda,” his clansman said as he approached him and offered him a small bow of respect.
“Report,” Hakoda nodded, readying himself to take stock of their diminished resources. His tribe may be adept at taking out Fire Nation camps, but the effort took up more of their resources than the Fire Army ever needed to spend. They would have to round up all the supplies they could scrounge from the bested soldiers.
“No casualties,” the man replied quickly, stammering before Hakoda raised an eyebrow for him to continue. “Some injuries - some serious, however.”
He drew his lips in frustration. His men were already exhausted from their journey at sea with minimal rations. Their medical herbs were running precariously low. It was futile to hope his clansman was misinformed.
“Who?” he demanded.
“Sebet’s arm is broken. We’ve splinted it, but it pierced the skin clear through.” Hakoda let out a low hiss of frustration, rubbing his temples.
“Bato, sir.” The man, Reika, replied smartly. Hakoda’s eyes flew open. “He took a volley of fire blasts directly,” he continued without preamble. “He’s… It’s pretty bad.”
His heart tumbled in place while the world seemed to rush out from under him. “Where is he?”
A pointed direction and Hakoda found his feet crushing through drifts of sand as he ploughed through. Reika followed at a respectful distance ready to lend what help he could, but Hakoda barely heard his heavy footfalls, hardly saw his battle-ruddied men. There was only one he needed to see - needed to speak to before —
His comrade lay on the coattails of a fallen Fire Nation soldier, aided by his cousin. Despite the separation, sand was sticking into the open wound that covered his body, sticking wetly in hot pus.
His chest, his thigh, his arms, his throat. Pus-filled and bloody. Bato was delirious and great shivers racked his body violently, though he made barely a sound.
“Spirits damn them,” Hakoda’s voice crawled huskily past his lips. He fell to his knees before him and reached to hold his friend and lover - only to draw back as his fingers hovered over the bloody wreckage. No. To hold him would only throw the man into another world of pain - perhaps enough to lose him. Heat radiated into Hakoda’s fingers from above the wound.
There were barely enough bandages for small wounds remaining in their packs.
Blisters were already rising on his skin.
The poultice they used for burns wasn’t strong enough for this.
The mottled skin was red and white and yellow, his clothing scorched to scraps.
Bato’s eyelids flickered.
“Hakoda,” he murmured.
“Reika,” Hakoda said to the man standing patiently to his side as he waited to be of assistance. “Geian,” he gestured to Bato’s kinsman. “Go now, both of you, East and West along the shoreline, find any kind of help you can. Report back to me as soon as you do. If you can, bring any supplies back you can find. Anything!” He accepted a waterskin from Geian that smelled of spirits gratefully, and settled to rest it against his injured lover’s lips. “Anything.”
The two men took off at a sprint, despite their battleworn muscles. Hakoda was grateful for their sacrifice, but terrified it was already too late.
“Don’t leave me yet,” he whispered as Bato’s eyes showed his journey in and out of consciousness. “Not yet. Not today. I’m not ready yet.”
I always wanted to draw the scene where Hakoda carried Bato to the Monastery of Fantastic Scents, but it was pretty shitty every time I did. Finally I did this instead, which I think is better anyway.
I figure it was a really terrifying moment for Hakoda. He’s lost his wifey, given up the chance of seeing his children for who knows how long, and then his best friend, first in command, and HOT BUTTSEX LOVER is gravely injured… ;_; So many feels. Luckily, he lived to take another cock. :D Thanks to Hakoda’s strong manly-muscles.
If you reblog, please reblog from the original (here). :) It would make my year. :D
Although Zuko’s firebending was weak - pitiful even - he’d still gained more than he’d lost. Aang’s gentle, silent encouragement made his flame glow a little brighter.
For Hikuni, at long last! ^_^ I hope you like it!
“The Royal Treatment”
Sokka knows where it’s at. ;D
Drawn for Hikuni’s prompt:
Sokka’s not quite sure how he got here. He knows they fought Zuko and his crew, and for once, they won. And this time, they won won, not ‘we ran away in time!’ won. And in a stroke of brilliance, Sokka thought it’d be smart and pretty ironic if they captured Zuko and tied him to a tree with non-flammable metal chains. So they did. And then when Aang and Katara went to sleep, Sokka went over to question the angry bald jerk about how he always seemed to find them (seriously - they were on a flying bison. Zuko was on a metal ship. How did this shit keep happening?!).
And now, somehow, Sokka’s balls deep in the guy and the firebender’s moaning Sokka’s name, and even though this shit is good, and maybe it’d be even better if Zuko’s hands weren’t bound behind his back and his hips weren’t so pinned down by the chains - Sokka takes a moment to be grateful that Zuko can’t firebend at him. Because Sokka’s pretty sure that burning would take all the fun out of fucking.
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