I have decided to make up for the pitiful lack of Sokka-centric stories out there, by writing drabbles! (Note: These drabbles won't just be Sokka. However, they will be mostly Sokka)
Drabble one: Grandchildren
"And don't come back until you bring me some grandkids!"
Sokka and Toph landed on the ground outside of Tophs house. Apparently her mother was going through one of those 'phases'.
Sokka looked at the blind girl – no, woman. For that was what she was. After the war had ended, Aang and the gang had resumed traveling around the world, and all of them had matured.
Sokka had finally become the man he wanted to be. He had powerful, well-defined muscles, and had gained mastery of weapons and strategy that most people could only dream of.
And Toph had aged so fantastically that almost every guy she met fainted in spasms of pleasure at the sight of her. Sokka was convinced it was some kind of earth bending technique,
after all, he was around her all the time, and he never fainted like that!
"Well, I want to eat, and we don't have any money, and your parents are probably setting out a banquet for Aang and Katara. So…" Sokka said nervously.
"Well? What is your plan?" Toph demanded.
"She wants grandkids, so we'll just have to make some."
Toph stared blankly as her brain processed what Sokka said. When she figured it out, she jumped on top of him, and started tearing his clothes off.
"Finally! You have an idea that sounds good!" Toph declared as she reached out towards Sokka's…
Sorry, but I don't want to simply make this a lemon.
Vive le Sokka!