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Description: After months of hiding his feelings, So'lek is forced to confess.
Warnings: Angry love confession, fluff
Word count: 1.8k
A/n: This is for @junebugonjupiter jealousy in june event! The prompts are 9,12,32. Based on this request and this request.
So’lek could not remember when he fell in love with you. It was just a constant in his mind, as if it had always been there. He loved everything about you, the way you carried yourself, the way you always jumped to help others, and your love for Pandora.
You, of course, were oblivious. Maybe he liked it that way, after all, you were still learning your place on Pandora. However, it did irritate him quite a lot. He would do things for you that may seem small to sky people, but to the Na’vi, they held significance. To be more specific, courting gestures.
He would sharpen your weapons without you having told him they needed it. He brings you your favorite fruits whenever he gets the chance to, simply telling you it's because he knows you love them. He would pay closer attention to you during RDA missions or stand next to you at every resistance meeting.
Wherever you were, he gravitated towards you.
You noticed his kindness, but to you, it came off as him being more of a mentor, much to So’leks dismay. He was perfectly content with keeping his feelings a secret for the time being. All he wanted was for you to be happy and to discover your place in a world that is new to you.
This, of course, all changed when other Na’vi men thought they could try their luck with you.
Again, because you were not familiar with Na’vi courting customs, you were oblivious to their advances. Taking every gesture as a friendly act of kindness. So’lek knew, and it infuriated him.
His restraint was dwindling by the day.
You were not completely oblivious; you had noticed some hints of how So’lek feels for you. The first instance was subtle, but it held great weight.
The resistance was planning a strike against the RDA. It was simple, really, taking down an extraction site. You had been explaining the mission to So’lek, as he did not understand the way the facility worked and how to shut it down. You were crouched down next to him, with a map of the facility in front of you. You had not been talking very long, so the excuse of him having spaced out was not possible.
After you noticed he had not said much of anything, you looked over at him to gauge whether or not he understood, only to find him staring at you, not the map. It caught you off guard, your ears pinning back slightly.
“So’lek, are you even listening to me?” Your tone was not accusing, only teasing.
As if you had broken him from his trance, he shook his head, his face blushing purple. He cursed himself for being caught. There goes being subtle.
“I am sorry, could you please explain it to me again?” He choked out his words, feeling increasingly embarrassed.
You giggled and nodded as you began to explain it to him again.
That was the moment you realized he sees you as more than just someone he mentors. From then on, you started to notice every little thing he did.
So, you decided to return the favor. He had always done so much for you. Giving him a gift would surely be a good way to show your gratitude.
It was a simple gift, really. You had made him a new string for his bow, and you even added little charms to it that you knew he would like.
You had waited for the right moment to give it to him. When he was alone, and you were certain that no one would bother you. To you, the gift was mostly to show gratitude, but you secretly hoped he would see it as more.
When you approached him, he was sitting by the fire, back turned to you. You sat down next to him, putting your hand on his shoulder as you do. He immediately turned, his face softening once he realized it was you.
“What is it you need?” He asked you, always ready to be of service to you.
“Actually, I have something for you. Something I made.”
He visibly perked up at this, leaning closer to you so he could see what you had for him. When you pulled out the bow string you made, he felt his heart skip a beat.
“How did you know I needed a new one?”
“I pay closer attention to you than you think, So’lek.”
Blush bloomed across his face, painting it a deep purple. He stammered to find the right words. It had been so long since anyone had been thoughtful enough to gift him something like this.
“Thank you, it has been a long time since I received a gift from someone.”
This saddened you, but you also loved how much he appreciated your gift.
“I wanted to give you this as a token of my gratitude. You have always been so kind to me.”
He gave you a soft smile, placing his hand on your shoulder to pull you closer. Warmth ignited throughout your entire body at this. Like him, blush had crept its way onto your face.
“You do not need to thank me.”
You disagreed; of course, you needed to thank him. Maybe not as a formality, but you wanted him to know that you see him, and you noticed his gestures. You only hoped that they meant what you thought they meant.
After this, you continued to dance around the feelings you held for each other. Neither one of you dared to confess. Only showing your feelings through small gestures, but never actually admitting the meaning behind them.
You fell into a comfortable rhythm. Yes, you wanted to confess to him, and you wanted him to do the same. The only thing holding both of you back was a small sliver of doubt that one of you did not feel the same.
However, So’lek was forced to confess.
It happened suddenly, on a day you were both visiting the Aranahe Hometree. You had been talking with Nefika, while So’lek was not far, talking with Etuwa. When a young Aranahe hunter had approached you.
“Nefika! Do you mind if I still the sarentu away for a moment?”
You had not a clue as to what he could possibly need. You had never met this man before. His words did not hold a tone of dire importance. Nefika, of course, agreed, sending you off with a sly smirk on her face.
So’lek noticed, as he always did. He watched the man escort you away, away to somewhere private. He quickly excused himself from his conversation with Etuwa, with promises to return soon. Following you from a distance, not enough to be noticed, but enough to hear what was being said.
He was glad that he did.
Once the man was sure he had you in a more private place, he took your hands in his. You were confused, but trying not to be rude, so you let him. Before you could ask him what he needed, he spoke.
“I have noticed you for quite some time, and I have a gift for you.”
You suddenly realized what he was trying to imply. Knowing that you did not feel the same, you took your hands from his, but you stayed planted where you were. At the very least, giving him a chance to speak.
He then pulled out a simple arm cuff, presenting it to you.
“This is a courting gift,” You had said it plainly, no hint of reciprocation in your tone. He only nodded, noticing your apprehension. So’lek, still nearby, eavesdropping, had grown increasingly irritated, but it had risen to a new level once his suspicions of the man's intentions were confirmed.
He knew this was wrong, invading your private conversations like this, but he could not help himself. So, without thinking, he made himself known. Stepping out from his hiding spot, with a cold expression on his face, one that was never directed towards you, and never would be.
“I believe she wants you to leave.” His tone did not leave any room for argument. The man quickly nodded and scrambled away with a trail of apologies following behind him. This slightly angered you. Did he not think you could handle yourself? He could not act this way when he could not even express his own feelings towards you.
You turned to him, ready to chew him out over this.
“I had that under control, you do not get to chase away every man that shows interest in me!”
So’lek let out a grunt in disagreement. He desperately needed you to see his motivations. It was in that moment that he realized he needed to come clean.
“Yes, I do. I will continue to chase away any man who is not right for you.”
“And how do you know? That is not your decision.”
He tried to steady himself, steady his words. How could he make you see his intentions?
“I know this because I know what I feel for you. I know that not a day goes by that I do not long for you. You have invaded my mind, and I do not wish for that to end. I need you to see this, and I need us both to stop dancing around what we know is there.”
His confession, even if his tone was harsh, lifted a weight off your shoulders. Finally, you can now place these feelings somewhere. Now that they were laid out on the table, you could do something about them.
“Why have you waited so long to tell me this?”
He softened at this, seeing how you did not react negatively to his confession, which gave him the comfort to continue.
“I wanted to be sure you felt the same. I wanted to give you time to become comfortable in this world.”
You stepped closer to him, taking his hands in yours. He pulled his hands away, only to take your face in his.
“I feel the same, So’lek. I have felt the same for a long time.”
He did not respond; he did not need to. So, he did the only thing he could do. He leaned down and planted his lips on yours. The kiss stole your breath; it was passionate, months of unspoken feelings poured into one kiss. His hand found its way into your hair, the other grabbing your neck.
When you finally pulled apart, you rested your forehead on his, breathing him in.
“I promise not to hide another thing from you again.” He spoke softly, truly meaning every word.
You smiled, wrapping your hands around his wrists.
For the first time in months, you had finally stopped this awkward dance. Now, you fully embraced your feelings and had no plans to change that.
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! My requests are open!!
Hello jonmund nation I can’t stop thinking about the way others (the nights watch, the free folk, ramsay etc) look down upon jon and tormund and how homophobic it feels like they didn’t need to write it this way
I can’t separate jon’s murder at the hands of the nights watch and their hatred of his empathy for the free folk in general from homophobia
because Thorne says things like “do you want to choose a man who’s been fighting the wildings all his life, or a man who makes love to them?” And yes, he is obviously talking about ygritte but the present tense and the way they bristle at jon’s closeness to tormund makes it way too easy to think that the nights watch is disturbed by them for more than one reason. Thinking about Jon being lured down into the courtyard and attacked for his “love of the wildlings” just ruins my brain chemistry
ALSO. There is a deleted scene between thorne and tormund that just makes this 10000X more impactful because tormund is essentially flaunting to thorne that jon will not let anything happen to him
LIKE IS THIS NOT JUST RIDICULOUS
AND in season 6 when jon reads ramsay’s letter which says “I will not trouble you or your wildling lovers” WHILE TORMUND IS SITTING RIGHT THERE??? LOVERS PLURAL???
that scene on its own is insane because the more uncomfortable jon gets and the angrier tormund does he starts to shift closer and is eventually in jon’s personal space responding strongly to the way jon is shifting in his seat and breathing heavily, and he is STARING DAGGERS into jon
as for the wildlings, their anger towards jon is expressed very often through homophobic ridiculing of his perceived femininity, calling him “pretty” as an admonishment (the person who calls Jon pretty before this is CRASTER) and this extends to tormund in the BIBLICAL scene where the lord of bones starts to mock tormund by asking if him and “the pretty crow” have sex implying that tormund is making himself sexually vulnerable for a crow.
tormund obviously reacts SO STRONGLY that he beats him to death right there, which can easily be played or laughs or like as a man he was just ultra offended by the idea someone would think that of him, but if there’s any vibe weve had from tormund so far I would not say they’d have us believe he would genuinely be that horrified by someone thinking that of him. to my deluded mind, his rage feels very much like someone who feels called out, like he IS attracted to Jon and hearing someone mock him for it is just too much.
When tormund later calls jon pretty, which has before only been said to him with venom, he says it with reverence and follows it up with praise of his ability.
pecker comment aside, the interaction “im not a god” “I know that” is actually sickening bc jon is a man who is repeatedly put in positions of power he didn’t ask for and is seen to be uncomfortable with being idolised. he stands with reluctant acceptance and uncertainty when he’s crowned king in the north and basically squirms when davos is singing his praises to daenerys. FAMOUSLY rejects the iron throne
but tormund as a wildling (and just as himself) does not give a fuck about what title jon has, he fully sees him and understands him in ways no one else can.
they both knew, loved and lost ygritte, they were both at hardhome, and tormund cuts through all the southern politic shit and meets jon at his core which is what he desperately needs. jon had JUST died, could not feel more vulnerable and flayed open, and when he rejects being put on a pedestal tormund immediately agrees and understands.
however tormund is also exposure-therapying him into accepting love and compliments when he publicly showers him with praise and talks about him like he hung the stars while jon is all sheepish. To me tormund’s approach to jon is like… just because I know you’re a human being and not a mythical creature or a symbol doesnt mean I don’t still think you’re amazing. anyway get back to me when your yaoi is this fire
❝we had our downs but we had way more ups,let's make love❞
pairing — firelord zuko! x fem!earthbender!reader
synopsis — who was surprised when you and zuko were the first in the gaang to get pregnant?
content — fem!reader, mature content (17+), suggestive themes, mention of sex, no actual plot really, indulgent fic, takes place seven years before the legend of aang (which takes placed 12 years after ATLA) so Zuko is 22 and Reader is 21, no use of yn, not proofread
author's note — I didn't watch the leaks yet just clips and if I do I'll still be watching the movie to support the animators
The Princess of the Fire Nation, though she often felt that, as the wife of the Fire Lord, she deserved a far grander title, sat before her vanity, studying her reflection. One by one, she had dismissed her maids, choosing instead to prepare for bed on her own. In truth, the new trending fragrance they all insisted on wearing had begun to make her nauseous.
Though, lately, everything seemed to make her sick.
“Aang sent a letter.”
She hadn’t even heard him enter.
Slowly, she turned to face her husband, a faint crease forming between her brows. “My love, you spend all day in council, and the first thing you do after not seeing me for hours is talk more about the council?” she teased lightly, though there was a hint of tiredness beneath it. She turned back to the mirror, picking up her hairbrush and dragging it gently through her hair.
“Well, love, this isn’t about the council. Technically,” he replied, stepping further into the room. “It’s about Aang. He needs our help.”
“Our help?” She turned again, confusion softening her features as she rose from the vanity. Her green satin nightgown draped elegantly over her figure, the gold stitching catching the candlelight with every movement. The most prominent change, however, was the gentle, undeniable curve of her stomach.
“You knocked me up, dummy,” she teased, a small smile tugging at her lips as she approached him. Her hands slid to his shoulders, then to the ties of his robes, beginning to loosen them with practiced ease. “Or did you forget already?”
He laughed softly, the sound low and fond, allowing her to help him out of his robes as the fabric slipped from his shoulders.
“How could I forget?” he murmured, turning toward her.
His gaze drifted over her slowly, appreciatively, before settling on the curve of her stomach. His hands followed, almost instinctively, coming to rest there, warm, steady, protective. His thumbs brushed gentle circles over the satin, as if he could feel something deeper beneath it.
“When you carry the future of the Fire Nation inside you?” he said quietly, his voice softening. “A little piece of me…”
His eyes lifted to meet hers, something tender and unguarded flickering there.
“And all of you.”
She hummed softly, rising onto her tiptoes as her arms slipped around his neck, drawing him down to her. Her lips met his in a gentle, fleeting kiss, soft, familiar, almost teasing.
But when she tried to pull away, he didn’t let her.
His hand tightened at her waist, the other still resting protectively against her stomach as he followed her retreat, capturing her lips again before the distance could grow. Even as her heels lowered back to the floor, he bent with her, closing the space she had tried to create.
This time the kiss deepened, slower, warmer, lingering in a way that stole the breath from her lungs. It wasn’t hurried, but it wasn’t soft either; it carried weight, intention, something unspoken between them.
His thumb brushed lightly against her side as he tilted his head, pressing closer, as if memorizing her. The world beyond them seemed to fade, the council, the letter, everything, leaving only the quiet crackle of candlelight and the steady rhythm of shared breath.
When he finally pulled back, it wasn’t far, just enough for their foreheads to rest together, his lips still ghosting over hers, reluctant to let her go.
“I can’t get you pregnant again, can I? Double pregnant,” he teased, a grin tugging at his lips.
She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head at him. “Oh, you’ve certainly tried,” she replied, her voice laced with amusement. Her hand lingered briefly against his chest before she stepped back, just enough to create space between them. “But don’t try again, I need this thing out of me first.” "I don't know if I love you referring to our child as a thing."
She separated from him fully then, turning slightly as if to busy herself, though she didn’t miss the way his shoulders subtly slumped at the loss of contact. The warmth between them lingered in the space she left behind, unspoken but felt.
Her fingers adjusted the sleeve of her gown absentmindedly, her expression softening for just a moment before she glanced back at him over her shoulder. There was still a hint of her earlier smile there, though now tempered with curiosity.
“Now,” she said, more gently this time, “tell me what Aang wants.”
"That can wait for the morning." He mumbled, his eyes never leaving her lips as he pulled her back into another kiss.
“A village?”
Zuko sighed, steadying Appa’s harness as he helped his wife climb aboard. “Why would he possibly want us to go to a random village?” And why would he say pack a coat? We're going to a mountain aren't we?" she huffed, gripping the edge before finally pulling herself over with a bit more effort than she liked. "I hate mountains."
He lingered below for a moment, looking up at her, concern etched into his features. “Are you sure it’s a good idea for you to go? You can stay—I’ll be back in a couple days.”
She leaned over the edge slightly, brows knitting. “Aang needs the second-best earthbender with him, Zuko. I’m not disabled—”
She winced mid-sentence, her hand instinctively going to her stomach before she turned toward Toph. “Sorry.”
Toph shrugged easily. “Hey, I’m just glad you finally admitted I’m the better earthbender.”
“I give you your flowers when they’re due,” she shot back with a small smile.
Toph grinned, but it slowly faltered, her head tilting slightly as if listening to something no one else could hear. "Your heart must be beating really fast." "Is it?" The princess quirked her head confused. "Why else am I hearing two heartbeats coming from you?”
Katara gasped, her hands flying together in delight. “Oh my gosh, you’re pregnant! I thought your coat was just oddly bulky but you're pregnant! Oh my Gosh!" she exclaimed, immediately rushing forward to wrap the Fire Princess in a tight hug. “I thought they were just rumors, because surely you and Zuko would’ve told us!”
The princess blinked, caught off guard, before her gaze slid over to her husband, who was just now hauling himself rather ungracefully into Appa’s saddle.
“Zuko,” she said slowly, one brow arching, “I thought you told them.”
Zuko froze mid-step, staring back at her blankly. “I thought you did.”
There was a beat.
“Oh my gosh.”
“I mean, it was only a matter of time,” Katara chimed in, smiling knowingly. “You two have never exactly been subtle. And Zuko practically insisted on marrying you the moment he could.”
Toph snorted, crossing her arms. “Yeah, honestly? I’m surprised it took this long. Thought for sure you’d have a whole lineup of heirs by now if Zuko could keep his hands to himself for more than, what? two minutes?”
Zuko nearly choked, his face flushing a deep, unmistakable red. “That’s— I—” He cleared his throat, straightening awkwardly as he avoided everyone’s eyes. “That’s not— we’re not—”
The princess, however, looked entirely unbothered.
In fact, she looked amused.
“Well,” she said lightly, smoothing a hand over her stomach as she glanced at him, “he does have a bit of a… lack of restraint.”
Zuko snapped his head toward her. “You’re not helping.”
Katara laughed, covering her mouth. “I mean, you can’t blame them. You’ve both been—” she hesitated, searching for a polite word before giving up, “—like that since the beginning.”
Toph grinned wider. “Please. ‘Like that’ is putting it nicely.”
“Toph,” Katara warned, though she was still smiling.
“What?” Toph shrugged. “I’m just saying—half the time, I didn’t even need my feet to know when they were in the same room. The tension alone was loud enough.”
The princess let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “You’re all incredibly annoying.”
Zuko groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Can we please focus on the actual reason we’re here?”
“Oh, no, no,” Toph continued, clearly enjoying herself. “You deserve this. All those nights you two kept everyone awake—”
“Okay, that’s enough,” the princess cut in quickly, though a smile tugged at her lips. She glanced at Zuko, amused. “He can’t get any redder. He’s about to turn into a tomato.”
Zuko let out a quiet, embarrassed huff, but didn’t argue, instead shifting closer and settling against her side, seeking some sense of refuge.
She softened slightly at that, her expression gentler as she let him.
“Let’s just go get Sokka,” he muttered, still avoiding everyone’s gaze.
The princess had shrugged off her coat minutes into the trip. They weren’t even close to Aang yet, and the extra weight had her uncomfortably warm, a light sheen of sweat clinging to her skin. The shifting air currents around Appa did little to help.
Katara, however, had not left her alone once.
The questions came one after another, gentle but relentless, curiosity shining in her eyes.
“How far along are you?”
“Five months,” she answered, offering a tired but polite smile.
“What’s the gender?”
“No clue.”
“Any baby names lined up?”
“We’re trying for something that blends earth and fire,” she said, glancing briefly at Zuko, “but nothing’s stuck yet.”
Katara brightened. “That’s so sweet—”
“Are you going to have more?”
The princess didn’t even hesitate. “Have you met my husband?”
Katara blinked, then laughed, covering her mouth.
Zuko, meanwhile, coughed into his fist, his ears burning all over again.
Through it all, his hand never left her, resting protectively over her stomach, thumb brushing slow, absent circles as if grounding himself in her presence. Every so often, his grip would tighten slightly whenever Appa shifted, like he could somehow steady both her and the child at once.
“Careful,” he murmured under his breath at one point, guiding her subtly as the saddle dipped.
“I’m fine,” she replied, though she didn’t pull away from him.
By the time the icy waters and familiar structures of the Southern Water Tribe came into view, the air had grown colder, sharper against their skin. Snow dusted the ground below, and the distant figures of Water Tribe members began to gather, pointing up at Appa’s descending form.
They didn’t have to search long.
Sokka was already striding across the snow toward them, boots crunching loudly with each step, his grin widening the second he took them in.
“Well, well,” he called, arms spreading like he was welcoming honored guests. “Look who finally decided to show up. Took you two long enough.”
His gaze flicked between them, lingering, calculating, before it dropped.
Then paused.
“…Whoa.”
Zuko stiffened immediately. “Don’t.”
But Sokka was already circling them, slow and deliberate, like he was inspecting something fascinating. “No way. No way. You’re serious?”
The princess raised a brow, unimpressed. “Very.”
Sokka let out a low whistle, dragging a hand down his face before pointing straight at Zuko. “I mean, I knew you two had issues with personal space, but I didn’t think you’d go and make it this… I don't even know the word for it. You two are freaks."
Zuko groaned, already regretting coming. “Sokka.”
“What?” Sokka shrugged, smirk growing. “You expect me to ignore this? This isn't even groundbreaking it's just expected from you both knowing you. This is, this is what happens when you two get even five minutes alone, isn’t it?”
Toph let out a quiet snort.
Sokka leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough to make it worse. “Actually, scratch that. Five minutes is probably generous.”
Zuko made a strangled noise. “Okay.”
Katara slapped a hand over her face. “Sokka—”
“No, no, I’m just connecting the dots,” he continued, clearly enjoying himself. “All those times you disappeared during meetings, all those ‘private discussions’ yeah, makes a lot more sense now.”
The princess tilted her head, completely unbothered. “You’re being very bold for someone standing this close to me.”
Sokka grinned. “I’m just impressed, honestly. You two had so much tension it was practically a natural disaster, and now—” he gestured vaguely toward her stomach, “—this is the aftermath. Surprised it took you this long."
Toph laughed outright at that.
Zuko looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
Sokka wasn’t done.
“I mean seriously,” he added, folding his arms, “if this is what happens when the Fire Lord gets a little too… distracted, I’m shocked there’s not a second one already on the way.”
Zuko choked. “That’s enough.”
“Hey, I’m congratulating you!” Sokka shot back. “Just saying, next time, maybe let people know before you two go off and—”
“Sokka.”
“—expand the royal family.”
Katara shoved him lightly. “You’re unbelievable.”
“But not wrong,” he corrected smoothly.
The princess let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “Unfortunately, he’s not entirely wrong.”
Zuko turned to her, betrayed. “You’re encouraging him.”
“We've been married for eleven months and I've been pregnant for five of them, you lack restraint Zuko” she stated bluntly, though her smile gave her away. He shook his head leaning close so only he could hear her. "Who suggested riding me in the throne ro-" "Okay hush now."
Sokka clapped his hands together once, satisfied. “Great. Now that we’ve established the Fire Lord has absolutely no self-control—”
“Sokka.”
“—can someone please tell me why Aang is dragging us to some random village?"
The teasing was warranted, deserved, even.
The Fire Nation had taken your father, your brother. Zuko’s redemption didn’t erase that. Not to you. He had hunted you, cornered you, forced you into survival more times than you could count. While the others learned to trust him, to laugh with him, to move on… you hadn’t. Not so easily.
So yeah, there had been tension.
A lot of it.
It just… hadn’t been resolved in a way anyone else approved of.
His lips brushed slowly along the inside of her thigh, unhurried, deliberate, testing, teasing. The touch alone was enough to pull a quiet, unwilling sound from her, her breath catching despite herself.
“Just do it already,” she muttered, more breath than voice, her fingers tightening against the sheets.
Zuko clicked his tongue softly, unfazed. Another kiss followed, closer this time, but still not quite where she wanted, where she needed.
“Not until you say please.”
Her head tipped back in frustration. “Why would I have to say please?” she shot back weakly. “You said you were atoning for everything your nation did. Consider this part of your apology.”
A quiet huff of amusement left him, warm against her skin. “I’ve been atoning for two months now,” he murmured, his voice low, almost thoughtful.
Another slow press of his lips, lingering.
“And yet,” he added, “every morning I wake up and you’ve already taken my portion of breakfast because, apparently, ‘murderers don’t deserve to eat.’”
She exhaled sharply, somewhere between a scoff and something softer. “Well, when the Fire Nation killed my family, I couldn’t afford breakfast—”
“I know.” His tone shifted immediately, the teasing giving way to something heavier, sincere. His hand stilled, grounding. “I know. And I’m sorry.”
There was a pause, the air between them tightening, thick with everything unsaid.
“I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make up for it,” he continued quietly. “For what I did… for what I stood for.”
His placed a long kiss to her core, a soft moan (against her will) escaped her lips.
“Let me try,” he said, voice gentler now. “Even if it’s not enough.”
“I’m glad you all could make it, this village needs our help with—” Aang began, pulling back from Katara mid-sentence.
His eyes flicked across the group.
Paused.
Then widened.
“…Are—did—?”
He leaned toward Katara, lowering his voice into what he clearly thought was a whisper. “Am I allowed to ask people if they’ve gained weight?”
Katara’s eyes widened. “No, Aang. We’ve been over this.”
Aang nodded quickly. “Right, right. No asking.”
“…They’re pregnant,” she added quietly.
Aang blinked.
Then looked back at them.
Then back at Katara.
“…Zuko’s pregnant too?”
Toph snorted.
Sokka immediately burst out laughing. “Yeah, yeah, Fire Lord had a lot to do with it actually.”
Zuko’s face flushed instantly. “That’s not—”
“I’m pregnant, Aang,” the princess cut in, voice flat.
“Oh!” Aang straightened immediately, relief flooding his face. “Oh, that makes way more sense.”
There was a beat.
“…Congratulations!” he added, a little too late but entirely sincere.
Then his expression shifted, concern creeping in.
“Wait, are you sure you should be here?” he asked, glancing between her and Zuko. “I mean, with everything going on… I don’t want you getting hurt.”
Zuko immediately nodded. “Exactly.”
She sighed.
“I’m pregnant, not made of glass,” she said, crossing her arms lightly. “I can still help.”
Toph smirked. “Told you.”
Katara smiled gently. “We’ll keep an eye on you. Just in case.”
Sokka grinned. “Yeah, someone has to make sure Zuko doesn’t give himself an aneurysm trying to watch after the princess.”
Zuko shot him a glare.
Aang hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. I trust you. Just… be careful, alright?”
She gave a small, confident nod.
“Always.”
Aang clapped his hands together once, refocusing. “Right, so. The village has been dealing with a spirit. It’s been acting aggressively, and I think it’s tied to something in the mountain.”
The princess exhaled slowly. “…So you did drag us out here for a mountain.”
Aang winced. “Technically… yes.”
Zuko sighed. “Of course.”
Toph cracked her knuckles. “Good. I was getting bored.”
Sokka looked between them, grin already returning. “Alright, angry spirit, pregnant Fire-Earth Princess, and Zuko on edge. This should go great.”
She leaned slightly into Zuko’s side, her hand brushing his.
“Next time,” she murmured, “we ignore the letter and go to Ember Island."
He huffed softly. “…Agreed.”
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