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5. Deaf Mai

Mostly this is all my thoughts about for Deaf Mai. For canon context it makes a lot of sense for her to be Deaf.

In summary: it's not uncommon for hearing parents of Deaf children to force them to take elocution lessons and learn how to "pass" for hearing, and not learn any sign language. Mai's parents forcing her to sit still and quiet could be because they don't want her to reveal to their fancy aristocrat friends that their perfect daughter is actually deaf and not following the conversation

A headcanon I love is that, when Zuko becomes Hard of Hearing and has a Vision Impairment due to the burn, he starts to learn sign language. For Mai, learning sign language as a teenager is an act of rebellion, standing up for herself and away from her parents, connecting with a culture she's been forced away from, and she and Zuko can reconnect and maybe develop their understanding of sign language together

I have many many sign language (and language) headcanons for the atla world and the only ones I've written about so far are in my recently published gift fic found here

8. Jetzukka+Izumi

Moth of course you immediately pick out one of the angstiest fics I have. You might remember me talking about it. Sticking it under a cut because of the angst

CW: imprisonment (extensive), transphobia (mentioned), racism (implied), parent-child disconnect, trans pregnancy (briefly), abandonment (unintentional), kidnapping (incorrectly assumed to be happening), general angst

Izumi is Jet and Zuko's bio kid before Zuko comes out as trans (even to himself). When Jet finds out Zuko is pregnant he immediately stops his intensive activist protest work, but not long after izumi is born he's arrested for something he did a couple years before

He's arrested alongside Katara, his co-conspirator, and because Katara is a trans woman and the prison system is how it is, Jet takes all the blame onto himself. When he made this decision, his lawyer was convinced Jet would not get prison time, but unfortunately he does.

Zuko is left as a young single parent, grappling with sudden abandonment and crippling gender dysphoria that he can't quite recognise

Katara tries to connect with Zuko, in an apology because she blames herself for Jet's imprisonment, but Zuko rejects her (probably aggressively). Katara is pissed, but she's invested at least partially in the welfare of Jet's kid (especially cause she knows how excited (and nervous) Jet was to be a dad), so she sends her brother over to Zuko's. Sokka is incredibly stubborn with a mother-hen instinct, and while he's pissed at Jet for almost getting Katara imprisoned, (not Jet's fault), he's not going to let a baby suffer because of it.

Sokka is also trans, and talking to him is how Zuko figures out his own gender, and the two grow closer

Zuko visits Jet only briefly in prison, but it reminded him too much of visiting his father, so they switched to writing letters. Jet gave Zuko permission to move on and date someone if the opportunity did arise, and while Zuko was sure it wouldn't happen, he finds himself falling for Sokka, who over the years becomes a second parent to Izumi.

Zuko/Sokka become officially partners when Izumi is 3

Zuko, being how he is, does not mention his gender change to Jet. Maybe he thinks he says something, maybe he implies it, maybe he's just scared of rejection, but Jet is not fully aware. Mostly Zuko writes to him about Izumi updates. He mentions Sokka briefly, that he's helping Zuko out with Izumi, and Jet is glad Katara's sent her brother over to help. He doesn't know they're dating

When Jet is released from prison, he wants to surprise Zuko, is so excited. Katara helps, giving him a lift home. She drives past the park, knowing Zuko and Sokka are there with Izumi, and Jet sees his kid in person for the first time, and he sees Sokka in the distance

But as they enter the park, Jet watches as a strange man he doesn't know suddenly approaches his kid, and Sokka is looking the other way and this man is taking his child and

Jet punches Zuko in the face

Anyway that's all I got, I am not convinced it'll ever be written so I'm happy to talk about it. Idea up for adoption

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zukkkaashipper · 3 years

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Falling hard

It had started as a blind date set up by one of their mutual friends, Toph. Right now, they were on their fifth date and Sokka could honestly say that the past month of dating Zuko had been the most amazing month of his life. Zuko was smart and funny in an ‘I’m not trying to be funny’ kind of way. He had been extremely shy at first, which had been adorable and had felt like a bit of a challenge to Sokka. All his friends could tell you Sokka was not one to back down from a challenge. However, the more time he spent with Zuko the less it felt like a challenge he had to win, but more like a need to get to know Zuko better. Adorable, smart, beautiful Zuko.

There had just been one issue, Sokka wasn’t sure Zuko felt the same way. Whenever Sokka got too close, touched him just a little bit too intimate, Zuko would freeze up and pull away. Sokka had started to doubt the connection he felt to Zuko as well as his seduction skills. But sitting here across from Zuko at the dinner table Sokka could care less about the physical aspect of their relationship. Just looking at Zuko shyly ducking his head with a small smile on his face, because of some stupid joke Sokka made was enough for now.

“What is it?” Zuko asked, when he looked up and noticed that Sokka was still looking at him.

“you’re cute,” Sokka shot back with a flirty smile. Once again, Zuko ducked his head and a crimson blush crept on his face.

“So, how has your week been? I haven’t seen or heard much from you the past few days,” Sokka continued once it was clear Zuko wasn’t going to respond to Sokka’s previous comment.

“It was fine, I’ve just been super busy with this new play. I’m sorry.”

“Did you get the part you wanted?” Sokka asked excitedly.

He knew Zuko’s major was a bit of a sore spot with his family. Zuko had told him about it on their 3rd date after a few glasses of wine. It had taken him a while to get through his story and Sokka had had to piece some parts of it together himself. As far as Sokka could tell Zuko’s dad was a hard-ass and had never once encouraged Zuko to do what he had wanted to do. Instead, he had pushed him to become a lawyer like his dad and his big sister and they had treated him like a pariah when he told them that he wanted to study arts. Zuko hadn’t spoken to his family in over 2 years, once he started at uni. The only person from his family Zuko still had contact with was his uncle, Iroh. From what Zuko had told him, Iroh was awesome. Supportive and kind. He had treated Zuko like he was his own son and had been so proud when he decided to major in theater. Iroh was his biggest fan, Zuko had told Sokka proudly.

“I did,” Zuko said. He would probably never admit it, but Sokka could see a proud glint in his eyes.

“That’s amazing! We should celebrate. Uhm champagne? Waiter!” Sokka raised his hand to wave over the waiter, “could we have two glasses of champagne please?”

The waiter nodded and disappeared to get the champagne. Zuko smiled at him again and Sokka felt a little bit weak in his stomach.

“You gotta tell me when it is! I want to come watch.”

Sokka could literally see the emotions cross over Zuko’s face. Shock, disbelief, hope, excitement.

“The play is only in 5 months,” Zuko mumbled and suddenly Sokka realized that maybe he had been too forward, pushed too hard again. He basically just told Zuko he hoped that they would still be seeing each other in months. It was true, Sokka really was hoping that he would still be seeing Zuko. But what if Zuko would pull away again and freeze up. At the moment, it didn’t look like Zuko wanted to pull away, so Sokka decided to take another change.

“Well, I can’t wait to see you in that play. You’ll be amazing, I know it.”

Sokka wanted to reach across the table to take Zuko’s hand, but he was afraid that would be pushing too much too fast. So he didn’t. He kept his hands on his side of the table and forced himself to take a deep breath. In the meantime, the waiter had returned with the champagne.

“Cheers! To you Zuko,” Sokka said while reaching half-way across the table so they could clink their glasses together.

“To us,” Zuko said quietly. He didn’t look at Sokka when he said it, which was a good thing, because Sokka could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. Ok, so he wasn’t making this all up in his head. That’s good.

“To us,” Sokka repeated. Zuko looked up and gave him another one of his shy smiles and Sokka smiled back enthusiastically.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly. They talked some more about their families, their studies, and the places they would like to travel to the most. For Sokka, these places were mostly cold and snowy, like Greenland and Norway and Alaska. For Zuko it was the complete opposite. He wanted to go to Hawaii and Italy, as long as it was hot. They laughed about this for a while and Sokka made the stupid joke that they would never be able to go on holiday together. He realized his mistake as soon as he said it. Zuko’s face fell and he retreated in on himself. Sokka spent the rest of their dinner trying to get back to the carefree atmosphere they had before he had opened his big stupid mouth and ruined everything.

After dinner, they walked back to campus together. Sokka tried brushing their hands together, so he could gauge Zuko’s reaction. Every single time he would even softly graze Zuko’s hand, Zuko would jump and pull away again. Sokka sighed to himself and looked at Zuko sideways. He was getting so many mixed signals, he really didn’t know what to think anymore.

They had arrived at Zuko’s room. The uncomfortable silence dragged on and Sokka had become too self-aware to even try to go in for a kiss. Zuko awkwardly said goodbye and gave a small wave before he ducked inside. Sokka let out another disappointed sigh and started the journey to his own shared dorm room.

Aang was laying upside down on his couch groaning and looking at his laptop angrily.

“Hey buddy, whatcha doing?” Sokka asked.

“Oh! hi Sokka,” Aang perked up. “I’m just finishing my paper on coral bleaching and how it affects so many aspects of the ecological system and the poor aquatic animals. They deserve better! And hardly anyone cares. How can they not care about the animals!”

“I know buddy,” Sokka patted Aang on his head and sat down on the couch next to him.

“How was you date! Did it go well? Did you finally get to kiss him?” Aang asked excitedly.

Sokka pulled a face and Aang’s face fell a little at that as well.

“He just.. He’s so frustrating. At one point we’re laughing and I swear he is flirting with me, but the moment I get too close or try to touch him, even just to hold his hand, he pulls away! Maybe he just doesn’t feel the same thing I’m feeling. What if he just wants to be friends and I’m just reading the situation completely wrong. What if I’m misinterpreting everything and he just doesn’t have the heart to tell me,” Sokka groaned. “I really don’t know what to do, Aang.”

Sokka dropped his head on the back of the couch, groaned again and covered his head with his hands. He felt like a complete idiot.

“I’m sorry Sokka. I’m sure Zuko has a good reason to act the way he does. Maybe you’re right and he just wants to be friends, but I honestly doubt it from what you’ve told me,” Aang said with wide, honest eyes.

“Don’t you remember what an insecure mess I was when I was dating Katara? I over-analyzed every single thing she said, every small touch and I just didn’t know what to think and what to do. The only way you’ll find out what it is that’s bothering him by talking to him. You’re a very affectionate and touchy person, Sokka, maybe Zuko just isn’t like that. Just talk to him about it!”

“Please, everyone could see how smitten you and Katara were for each other. The only ones who couldn’t see it were you and Katara,” Sokka said incredulously.

Aang smiled softly to himself, remembering that time. Aang and Katara had been together for a long time now and they were so cute together, although Sokka would never admit that out loud. He was really happy that Katara had found such a good guy to take care of her and he hadn’t seen his sister as happy as she was when that goofball was around. Sokka would never admit this either, but he was jealous. He wanted that with someone. No, not someone, he wanted that with Zuko. And that thought was just incredibly terrifying, wasn’t it? He still hardly knew Zuko. Zuko wasn’t someone to get to know easily. You had to prick through all the layers and all the walls Zuko had build over the years, but Sokka found that he wanted nothing more than to break all those walls down and get to know more about the mysterious, shy and incredibly gorgeous boy.

Sokka knew Aang was right and that he wouldn’t get an answer without talking to Zuko, but he couldn’t. You could say that his ego was too big for it, but Sokka didn’t think that was the problem. It’s just that he hadn’t felt this way about anyone. Sokka had had girlfriends before and a fling here and there, but all of his relationships always ended because they realized they would work better as friends. But the thought of him and Zuko just being friends, that just hurts. He couldn’t put himself through that. Not after what happened to his mom. He could never feel as lost and hurt and sad as he did the day his mother died. So maybe it was better this way, to net get closer to Zuko, because it could only hurt more, right?

So, that night while Sokka was laying in bed, overthinking as usual, he decided he would wait for Zuko to contact him. He could do that, he could not text Zuko. He would just have to delete Zuko’s number, probably. Just to be sure.

A week went by and Sokka still hadn’t heard anything from Zuko, which only enhanced Sokka’s suspicions that he had read the situation completely wrong. Sokka tried to move and forget Zuko, but everywhere he looked he saw something that reminded him of Zuko. Sokka had never felt like such a useless and pathetic person in his life. How could he have gotten so attached to someone so fast? This never happened to Sokka. Sokka didn’t get attached easily. Honestly, it had taken months to get used to Aang’s bubbly nature. As well as at least a few weeks to get used to Tophs bluntness. In short, it just took Sokka a while to really get used to someone. Sokka always liked people, he was a social guy, but he just had a hard time really trusting someone. Afraid they would leave or something.

But not with Zuko, Sokka was completely smitten within the first two dates.

It took another week before Sokka came face to face with Zuko once again. He walked into the coffeeshop on campus where Katara worked, together with Aang, when he saw Zuko sitting across from Toph. They appeared to be having an intense conversation and Zuko was gesturing wildly. Before Zuko could drag Aang to Katara at the counter, Aang was already on his way to greet Toph and Zuko.

“Hi guys!” Aang chirped. He sucked up his pride and followed Aang reluctantly to their table.

“Twinkle toes,” Toph greeted Aang. “Oh, and Sokka you’re here too,” Toph said in a tone Sokka couldn’t quite place. Sokka was still amazed Toph was able to tell who was in the room, even after all this time. Zuko froze up the minute he saw Sokka and he didn’t even look at him. Sokka felt anger bubbling up inside of him. If Zuko didn’t want to date him that was fine, but ignoring him and acting like he wasn’t even there? Sokka deserved better than that.

“Hello Zuko, good to see you again,” Sokka said in a tone that was maybe a little bit too harsh, because he saw Zuko flinch.

“Hi,” Zuko said under his breath.

“Whatever,” Sokka mumbled and turned away from Zuko and walked over towards the counter. Aang followed him after a few seconds.

“That was a bit harsh, don’t you think?” Aang asked cautiously.

Sokka didn’t respond. He didn’t want to think about stupid Zuko, with his stupid sexy scar and his stupid smile anymore. He focused on Katara and catching up with her. He ordered some way too sweet drink and tried not to look back towards the boy in the corner. When he finished his drink and couldn’t stop himself from searching Zuko again, he realized they had left. The pit in his stomach only grew bigger after that. He was an idiot.

This went on for days. Sokka feeling bad about himself and missing Zuko, so he locked himself inside his room whenever he could. Gaming with Aang or watching murder mysteries by himself in the dark.

This night wasn’t any different he was rolled up in his blanket staring blankly at the tv, which was playing another murder mystery. It was storming outside. The rain was beating against his window and every now and then the sky was lit up by a bolt of lightning. Suddenly, he heard a soft knock on his door. Thinking it was Aang he didn’t move and told him to come in, only to be met with the sight of a drenched Zuko dripping on his carpet. His hair was laying flat against his face and Sokka couldn’t stop his stupid brain from thinking how cute he looked like that. Sokka shot up from his bed until he was standing right next to it staring at Zuko.

For a few seconds neither of them moved. Both too afraid to be break the tense atmosphere that surrounded them. They just stood there looking at each other. After what seemed like forever Sokka’s stupid mouth betrayed him yet again.

“Zuko? What are you doing here?”

Zuko didn’t respond immediately. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts. He looked at Sokka as if it were the last time he was going to see him. He seemed to take in everything about him. Looking over Sokka’s body to his face, lingering on his lips and the looking up into his ice blue eyes. Zuko’s eyes held his gaze, Sokka couldn’t look away. Zuko’s golden eyes were just too captivating and Sokka thought to himself what a shame it would be if this were the last time he got to look at them.

“I-I.. I’m sorry for barging in here like this. I just, I hate not talking to you, not seeing you. I guess, I j-just wondered what I did wrong. Tell me what I did to screw this up. I know I’m not the most fun guy to hang around, b-but I uh I thought were doing ok. Did I just misread the entire situation? Did I say something or do something to upset you. I-I’m going crazy trying to figure out what I did. I need, I just need you to t-tell me, please,” Zuko pleaded and Sokka could see the desperation in his eyes.

It only took his brain a minute to catch up to the words that just came out of Zuko’s mouth. He’s afraid he did something wrong. Wait. Does that mean that he didn’t want it to go wrong. What is happening?

“I just didn’t think you actually liked me,” Sokka admitted. “You pulled away every time I tried to hold your hand. If I flirted with you, you froze up. I just thought that maybe you only wanted to be friends or that I was misreading the situation. You just didn’t seem that into it.”

“No! No!” The words flew out of Zuko’s mouth, seemingly without his consent. His eyes went wide and he seemed to make a decision.

“I really enjoyed all the time we spent together. I’m just, I haven’t been out for a long time and still not. My uncle knows and Toph knows too. But you, you are so out and open and proud of who you are and I’m just, argh why is this so hard..” Zuko groaned frustratingly to himself.

“I’m just not comfortable with the touching in public. I don’t think I’ve ever been comfortable in my own skin, but this? This is completely new to me! I just wanted, no I needed to take it slow. I-I like you Sokka, a lot. Probably more than I should at this point and that scares me, ok?”

The words seemed to stumble out of Zuko’s mouth and Sokka stared at him in shock. He had never heard so many consecutive words coming out of Zuko’s mouth and his story sounded so much like Sokka’s own. The insecurity and the feelings. God, they sounded like high school girls. No offence to high school girls, they probably would have handled this situation better than Sokka had.

Sokka stepped forward and slowly reached for Zuko’s hands. This time Zuko didn’t pull them away, but let his small hands rest into Sokka’s much larger ones.

“I like you too, a lot. You’re smart and you’re funny and you’re gorgeous. I guess I j-just felt afraid. I’m not used to liking someone so much and then it felt like you didn’t like me like that and I guess that just hurt me ego or something,” Sokka babbled.

“We’re both idiots, aren’t we,” Sokka said while leaning downward so he could put his forehead against Zuko’s.

“I guess we are,” Zuko said looking up into Sokka’s eyes.

“Zuko,” Sokka whispered, “can I kiss you?”

Sokka felt Zuko’s breath catch and he saw his eyes flick to his lips. He nodded shyly and leaned in just the tiniest bit. Sokka caught Zuko’s pretty mouth with his own and kissed him softly. He let his tongue slide over Zuko’s lips slowly and the smaller boy let out a small gasp. Sokka took that opportunity to slip his tongue into Zuko’s mouth and he wrapped his arms around Zuko’s waist. The smaller boy moaned softly, leaned into Sokka and put his arms around his neck.

After what felt like forever, but also like no time at all, they slowly pulled away from each other. They relished in their closeness and held each other close.

“I-I’m gonna need to take this slow,” Zuko said.

“Sweetheart, as long as you kiss me like that when we’re alone, we can take it as slow as you want,” Sokka said with a grin.

Zuko smiled and shyly leaned up again to give Sokka a quick peck.

Sokka would stay here forever if he could, wrapped up in Zuko without the prying eyes of others. Sokka felt lucky to be the person Zuko wanted to be with intimately. And he truly meant what he said. He would take it as slow as Zuko wanted, because all Sokka wanted was to get to know the beautiful boy better. Who knows, maybe one day they would be able to kiss in public. Maybe even at Aang and Katara’s wedding. But for now Sokka felt content and he would take everything Zuko wanted to give.

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 5 years

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Wan High Weeping (Part 44)

Oh boy, the court scene, it’s 110% accurate. Trust me, I’m a professional, I’ve watched Judge Judy.

Also content warning on this chapter because it is from the perspective of the rapist and, naturally, he doesn’t have anything kind to say.

Jet scowled, jail time was doing him no good and his lawyer didn’t seem to have much interest in him. None of them did, not when the evidence stacked against him was so concrete. It was the day of his trial and frankly he couldn’t wait to see the face of that whore again. In fact he was thrilled to see both of his little sluts.

It may very well be the end of his run, but at least he could have the pleasure of seeing their discomforts one last time. At least he could rub it in Katara’s face what he had done. Maybe, if he was feeling up to it, he would rub it in that her mature and responsible brother was going to face a punishment of his own.

And TyLee. How he couldn’t wait to bring some fond memories to the surface. He had so many words to pick out. He was going to help fill in the cracks, clear any fuzzy surrounding his homecoming party.

Hell, he’d get Chan too if the man showed up.

Why not remind him of Ruon and how he couldn’t save him? The boy did do a number to Jet’s face. He deserved a good verbal beatdown too.

They removed him from his cell in cuffs. It would seem that he’d be cuffed for the duration of the trial. But that was fine, it was all okay. He didn’t need his hands to make them all squirm and blush. He didn’t need hands to inflict distress.

Katara was already at the stand when he arrived, she looks annoyingly confident with her head held high and her eyes focused on the spot where the judge would soon stand. Behind her was TyLee, looking a little more fidgety. He’d break her, oh yes he would. Next to TyLee stood Sokka with a grim expression, looked like the man had already worked himself into a rage. He could exploit that too. If he was going to jail, he might as well bring someone with him. Chan looked twice as easy to piss off, but he couldn’t see the man getting into too much trouble between his parents’ wallets and his age.

Katara’s parents were there too, he could see it in their eyes that they wanted to be standing as close to their daughter as they possibly could.

He stood before the court giving his sworn testimony. He tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth he would, in full and graphic detail.

Katara was all smug and mighty now, but she wouldn’t be by the time he was through.

They led him behind his podium where his defense attorney stood rigidly, looking as though life had dealt her the worst cards.

He listened to Katara babble on and on about how horrible she had it, how he had ruined her life. “I still wake up sometimes and it feels like his hands are on me.” She had emotional appeal down to a tee. He wished that she would skip the bullshit; the court was looking for facts not sniveling.

The judge looked up, her eyes landing on Katara. “Thank you Ms. Nanouk, but I would like you to tell me exactly what happened. I want to know of the events leading up to those nightmares.”

Katara nodded, “Right, I’m sorry. It was Halloween, Ch--Mr. Haga was throwing his yearly Halloween party and I decided to go. I was mostly with my friends, Aang and Suki, and I had my brother, Sokka. Every once in a while I would spot Jet in the crowd. He was just staring at me. And every time I noticed him, I went somewhere else. But he would always find me. And then Sokka and Suki left me and I found TyLee.” She motioned to the girl. “So I thought that things would be okay. But then I started feeling...strange. I think he put something in my drink. But at the time I thought that it was just stress and anxiety, so I tried to forget about it. Around that time, TyLee went to the bathroom and that’s when Jet found me…”

“And what happened after that?” The judge asked. Jet couldn’t help but grin, watching her get all squeamish at the question.

“He took me into a room, I don’t remember what the room looked like. I passed out and then I woke up in the hospital with pictures of me.” She paused, “of me topless in my phone’s camera roll.”

His attorney spoke up. “But you have no concrete proof that Jet removed your shirt, nor that he put something in your drink. What is to say that you didn’t have drink or two and took your own shirt off? It would be easier to claim assault than to deal with people finding out that you had a little too much.”

Katara’s mouth opened and closed. It took all of Jet’s willpower to not remind everyone of the slut rumors.

“I-I.” She sputtered. “I have three witnesses to say I was assaulted.”

“Four if you include my phone.” TyLee spoke up.

“Do not speak unless addressed.”

“I’m sorry, your honor.” TyLee mumbled.

“Let me see the phone.”

TyLee placed it in the hands of the bailiff. He carried it up to the judge who reviews it. “I will present these clips to the jury.”

Jet smirked to himself as the footage rolled. Katara was growing increasingly uncomfortable, doing her best to look everywhere but at the clips. But the sound of his voice on record had her cringing throughout. A satisfactory sight, if he must say.

He hoped that it would haunt her.

The clip came to an end and he half listened to whatever the judge was saying. He saw TyLee step forward and listened to her recount the same tale as TyLee. And then Chan rehashed it as well. Jet wondered just how much restraint it was taking him to not burst in front of the judge--a lot if his grip on the podium was anything to go by.

Sokka, the dumb bloke, stepped up next. He had a much simpler and muddled recount of the events. A rather useless witness if he had to say. The man hadn’t even been there to catch him toying with his sister. He just saw Chan and assumed--albeit, correctly--that Jet had done something.

“Is there anything else that anyone would like to add?” The judge offered. She waited for a moment. “I would like to hear from the defendant.”

Jet’s attorney answered for him, addressing not the judge, but Katara. “You said that you went to a party, am I correct?”

“Yes.” Katara confirmed.

“And you knew, Ms. Nanouk that going to the party wasn’t a wise decision?” It was really the only semi-solid argument she had in Jet’s defense.

“We-well, yes.” She sputtered.

His attorney cut her off. “Then why did you go? You knew that you were putting yourself in an unsafe situation, full of drunk teens and some college students.” She spared a glance at Sokka. “My client was just one of many who probably had the same intentions, seeing an innocent girl.”

Katara’s attorney wedged himself into the conversation. “She is a seventeen year old girl. An innocent one, as you helpfully noted. She should not have to think about the possibility of assault when going to a party filled with people she attends school with regularly. If they can go without felony on school grounds, why should she have to mistrust them later? Is every girl supposed to think to herself, ‘but what if I get raped’, every time she leaves the house?” He paused. “And to address your second point. Maybe your client wasn’t the only one with dirty intentions, but he was the one who acted upon them. Don’t think, for a moment, that we would not be here if it was another boy or girl like him.”

“But you did not trust them, did you, Ms. Nanouk?” Jet’s attorney spoke up. “You have been sent various threats. And yet you attended the party anyhow.”

The judge cut in. “I would like you to help me understand why you attended an event you knew would put you in a dangerous position.”

“Objection, your honor.” Katara’s attorney spoke smoothly. “Her attendance at is irrelevant. My client had told me that she had contacted law enforcement multiple times--once after Mr. Akunin had shattered the window of her house. It is abundantly clear that he would have found a way to act on his perversions regardless of whether or not Ms. Nanouk attended Mr. Haga’s party.”

“Do you have proof of your contact with law enforcement?” The judge addressed Katara.

“I have a few police reports, your honor.” Katara passed those over to the bailiff.

The judge looked them over. The sound of her half-hum, half-speak as she read hit Jet’s ears in all the wrong way. Honestly, he wished that they’d just cut the bullshit and hand him his sentence or his freedom. Again she prattled on and on about her thoughts on the police reports. It interested him none, he could see it on their faces that the jury had made up their minds the minute the clips had begun rolling.

“Mr. Akunin, would you like to make a statement?”

And because they had already decided he might as well deliver a final blow. “Sure thing. I’d like to confess.”

His attorney pinched the bridge of her nose, he was doing exactly what she had advised against.

“I assaulted Kitty Kat.” He started. She was already tensing at the pet name and it drove him onward. “And I had a great time. She made it so easy. She is easy. She’s such a prude, I thought that I’d do her a favor and help her come out of her shell a little. I was nice enough to put up with it for a little while, but you can’t just deprive someone of sex, that’s just cruel. So I figured that we’d have some sex and she wouldn’t die a high-strung virgin.” He turned to Katara. “Come on now, Kitty Kat, live a little. You should thank me for trying to save you from being your prude self.” He let that sit before laying out some details. “You know, just before you went out cold you muttered, ‘please, Jet, don’t do it’ and you gave me the weakest little punch. There’s no bigger turn on than a damsel with some fight, I had to rip your shirt off after that, you gave me no choice, Kitty Kat.”

Her eyes were getting misty, another big turn on. He would have made her away of that too if the judge hadn’t cut him short with a, “that’s quite enough, Mr. Akunin.”

Her scowl was enough to murder. But he wasn’t done. “And I’ll save you the mess of a second trial; I raped Boyang too. She was real fun. Those whore tits were just begging for…”

The gavle came down thrice. “Enough, Akunin!” Sharp and without the honorific.

Never had he seen a room so full of disgust and loathing.

He had done his job.

Soon enough he’d be making himself at home in a jail cell, but at least Kitty Kat would have a lot to think about.

#Avatar #Katara #TyLee #Jet #Sokka #Azula #Suki #Aang #Toph #Mai #Zuko #Fanfiction

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It’s a Nice Day for a Fraud Wedding (Chapter 3)

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jet/Sokka (Avatar) Additional Tags: Marriage of Convenience, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era, Slow burn, Slow build Summary: The one where Jet makes a joke about Sokka marrying for citizenship and Katara takes him too seriously...

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Doja Cat was blaring through the speakers as Ty Lee merged across five lanes of traffic to get off at the correct exit. Sokka was gripping the door for dear life and had his eyes closed saying his last prayer to Tui and La.

Over the blare of the music, Sokka heard sirens. Shit.

Ty Lee was still speeding along singing Tia, Tamera . Sokka cracked an eye open and looked at her, “Can you pull over?” Her wide grey eyes looked over in concern, “Oh Sokka, are you gonna throw up again?””

He glared at her and gestured to the rearview mirror, “For the love of Tui and La. The cops want you to pull over!” Ty Lee finally checked her rearview mirror and hurried to pull to the side of the road.

As they waited for the officer to approach, Doja rapped about how her twins were big like Tia, Tamera. Sokka leaned back against the headrest, “For fuck’s sake, turn the music off.”

He could feel his heart thump and his palms sweat as they waited. He could feel himself shaking. He tried to take a deep breath to settle himself. Ty Lee looked over while applying her lip gloss, “Sok’s babe, chill. It’s just the police. I wonder if they’ll be hot.”

His mind raced as he tried to remember where his immigration visa was. Was it in his backpack or his wallet? His back pocket? He gulped and felt his adam’s apple bob.

Ty Lee rolled the window down as the Ba Sing Se police officer leaned into the window, “Ma’am, do you have any idea why I pulled you over?”

Ty Lee looked at him wide eyed, “Spirits, no.” Sokka winced internally, she had made at least 13 driving violations in the last ten minutes. The officer cleared his throat, “Ma’am, you were going 94 in a 67. You cut off a slew of vehicles.”

She batted her fake eyelashes at him, “Gee officer, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize-”

Sokka couldn’t see the officer’s expression behind his dark aviator sunglasses. The man answered, “License and registration please.”

Ty Lee opened her Louis Vuitton wallet and handed him the documents. He looked at the license and then back at her, “You’re one of the Ping girls?” She nodded, “Yep, my dad is one of the Fire Nation ambassadors.” The agent nodded, “I know him.”

As the officer looked up over his sunglasses, he spotted Sokka, “You- identification.” Sokka dug out his wallet and handed over his ID. The officer barely glanced at it before he asked the question that Sokka had been dreading, “Papers?”

Sokka took a deep breath to stop the shaking in his hands and then he dug through his backpack and pulled out his student visa. The officer took a quick glance down and said, “Sir, I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle.”

Ty Lee looked up at the officer and smiled, “Officer, I’m sure we can work something else out.” Tui and La, Sokka was going to get arrested for bribery and deported. This was great, just fucking great.

Then the officer switched off his body camera.

Sokka felt himself having a complete panic attack. He was going to throw up. This was it.

Except Ty Lee was giving the officer a friendly wave as she rolled up the window.

Sokka looked at her in shock as she pulled back onto the road, “Um, what just happened?” His friend made an illegal U-turn, “Sokka, I can’t let them take you away.” He questioned, “But what happened?” “I gave him the cash I had and we called it a day.” She shrugged.

Sokka looked up. He wasn’t particularly religious, but this was definitely a time to pray. He ran his fingers down his face in anguish, “I can’t believe you bribed him.” He groaned. She looked at him over her sunglasses, “Sokka, it was either that or your cute little butt would be heading back to the South right now.”

And he sighed, because he knew she was right. He asked, “How much was it? I can pay you back.” She abruptly pulled into a parking spot in front of his campus apartment and patted his cheek, “Don’t worry about it babe. Just promise me, you aren’t going anywhere. That’s payment enough.” She held out her pinkie to him, “Pinkie promise?” He put his finger in hers, “My pinkie promises.”

He trudged to his dorm, replaying the scenario in his mind, over and over again. His stomach was in knots. He still felt nauseous.

A shower always made him feel better.

He tossed off his backpack and stripped out of his clothes. He took his hair down as he waited for the water to heat up. He started blasting music and stepped into the hot spray. As the scorching water pelted his back, he still couldn’t escape how terrible he felt. He was so close to being sent away. What if it was a different day and Ty Lee hadn't been with him? Sokka would never have the balls to bribe someone. His ass would have been deported. He felt like throwing up again.

The family he had were here, in Ba Sing Se. The life he knew was here in Ba Sing Se. There was nothing for him in the South. He took a deep breath, just to feel it go in his lungs and know he was still capable of breathing.

He shut the water off and tried to ground himself.

He looked for five things he could see- the brown chin length hair hanging in his face, the tile of the shower, the silver faucet, the light blue shower curtain Katara had bought him, and the head of the shower.

He touched four things around him- the smooth tile, the harder grout, the cool faucet and the blue bar of soap.

He searched for thee things he could hear- the shower head dripping, the fan of the bathroom and the music he forgot to shut off.

He inhaled and smelled the soap and his minty shampoo.

He rolled his tongue and tasted the boba he had gotten with Ty Lee.

The grounding technique had made him less shaky, but he still felt panicky. He stepped out of the shower and searched for clothes as his mind raced. He only had until the end of his PhD program to stay on his student visa, and what then? He couldn’t stay in college forever, but employers wouldn’t hire someone without citizenship. Sokka realized his time was running out. He was praying that his residency application would get approved any day now, but it felt like it wasn’t coming any time soon.

He took another deep breath as he flopped onto his bed. He reached for his phone and called Katara. As soon as she answered, he demanded, “Take me off speaker.” He heard his sister roll her eyes. She spoke, sounding closer to the phone, “Yes brother?” He felt whiny and dumb for calling his baby sister, but these were trying times. He answered, “Can you come over? Just you.” She questioned, “Shit day?” He agreed, “Shit day.”

She hung up and he wallowed under the covers as he waited for his baby sister to baby him. So what if he was a grown man? Everyone had shit days.

Katara blew into his apartment 23 minutes later, juggling snacks from the 7-11. She kicked off her vans and plopped onto her brother’s bed. He tossed aside his phone and looked at her and told her how shaken up he was just by being pulled over. It was a simple traffic stop, it shouldn’t have induced this level of anxiety in him.

She listened and said, “Is there anything you can do to speed your application up?” He shrugged helplessly, “I’ve tried everything. I don’t have any more money to pay for another lawyer consult. Zuko’s looked at the thing a million times. I literally don’t know what else to do.”

Katara was biting her lip, which meant she had advice, but was tentative about giving it. He flicked a piece of popcorn at her, “What?”

She rubbed her neck, “Sokka, I know you don’t want to hear this, but maybe just think about what Jet said.” Sokka drummed his fingers on the bed, “Katara, he was probably just bullshitting.” Her blue eyes looked up at him, “Well yeah, at first we both were, but then we talked about it and he said he would really do it.”

He looked over at his sister, “I don’t have any money to pay him for it or anything.” His sister dug into the bag of twizzlers, “Jet wouldn’t take it anyway. I know you don’t like him, but he’s just a nice person.” Sokka scoffed, “No one gets married just to be nice.” She pointed a twizzler at him, “Jet will do anything to fuck over the system. Cheating the bullshit citizenship process is right up his alley.”

Sokka laughed, “Do you remember the two of you going to protests and stuff in high school? I thought you guys were gonna turn into anarchists.” She winked at him, “There’s still time for that.” She glanced down at her phone, “Jet’s probably at the bar right now. Wanna go talk to him?”

Sokka focused on the cheese stick he was trying to open, “Uh, I don’t know.” Katara bounced off the bed, “Come on. We’ll just go talk to him. I promise nothing crazy will happen.”

#it's a nice day for a fraud wedding #jetka #Aunt Wu can't predict when I'll update #and neither can i

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