#hydeandall

omg time traveller sokka my beloved <3 so this is a canonverse longfic that i started a couple of months ago which i may never finish (but still love dearly) that basically follows sokka’s life while being a time traveller!! the time travelling is involuntary and he gets sent places that are important to his life, whether that be in the past, present, or future. it’s obviously eventually gonna be zukka but i have yet to figure out how that plays out. i have a lot of ideas about this in my notes app but for now here’s a snippet:

Sokka is 6, and 25.

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The man steps closer, finally showing him what’s in his hand. “Blubbered seal jerky. From the Southern Water Tribe.”

That gets Sokka’s attention. “The Southern Water Tribe?”

“Yeah.” He holds out the jerky again. “You’ll like it.”

The food looks familiar enough, and the man has taken a huge bite from a piece already, so Sokka figures it’s safe. Hesitantly, he lifts a piece from the man’s hold and nibbles on the edge. It’s—it’s good. Really good. He takes a bigger bite. The man smiles at him.

“There you go.”

Sokka swallows. “Who are you?”

The man opens his mouth as if to answer, but falters. “Um. It’s probably better if you don’t know.”

“’Cause you’re Fire Nation?”

“Kid, do I look like I’m Fire Nation?”

Sokka looks at the man’s sleeveless red tunic, embroidered with gold thread along the edges. But then he sees the darker skin that looks so much like his and the blue eyes that he’s been told are characteristic of the Northern and Southern Water Tribe.

“Sort of?” Sokka hedges.

The man snorts. “Just ‘cause I’m in the Fire Nation doesn’t mean I’m Fire Nation.”

Sokka’s gaze darts to the man. “So we are in the Fire Nation.”

The man narrows his eyes, slowly shaking his head. “You’ve always been too perceptive for your own good.”

“You don’t even know who I am,” Sokka replies.

The man hums. “Very true.”

“So where are we?” When it looks like the man might not tell him, he presses, “Please? I keep on seeing this place and no one believes me when I tell them about it. They keep on telling me they’re… dreams. But this doesn’t feel like a dream.”

“A dream,” the man scoffs quietly, then adds something that doesn’t make a modicum of sense to Sokka. “Yeah, that sucked.”

“So… you believe me? You’re not a dream?”

The man looks at him. The blue of his eyes seems so similar to his dad’s, but they look haunted. Like they’ve seen too much.

uhm Zuko’s some kind of fancy person (maybe a lawyer, maybe a CEO idk man) and Sokka’s some kind of mechanic/engineer