whims

•he/him/she/her •occasional f1 enjoyer •exhausted circa mgmt

[k---byee]

im so far down the closet i tend to forget im queer, but then ill see the smallest amount of queer kindness and the waterworks come out

[feminist-space]

The above is a video shared by smrchildsadness on Twitter, showing a person participating in a pride parade exchanging a pride flag with a person standing on his (am using his pronoun based on the TikToks/Tweets of what happened) doorway who had a Portuguese flag. There are sounds of cheers and crying and the two people hug each other as they exchange the flags. The man at the doorway then waved kisses to the crowd within the pride parade.

The Tweet says: "NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HE WAS WAVING THE PORTUGUESE FLAG BECAUSE HE DIDN'T HAVE A PRIDE FLAG AND THEY TRADED FLAGS AND HE'S SO EMOTIONAL TO GET HIS OWN PRIDE FLAG I'M EMOTIONALLY RUINED"

For context, apparently they were worried that maybe he's a nationalist because he was waving the Portuguese flag and some nationalists opposing the pride march were waving that flag. But upon interacting with him, it turns out he didn't have have a pride flag and he wanted to wave *a* flag in support of the pride march. So they had an exchange and now he has his own pride flag 😭🥹.

The image above is a Tweet by kunwara_ladkaa that says "I'm crying so much right now (Image taken by Manuel Fernando Araújo/Lusa)". The image shows the same man from the pride parade crying as he hugs his new pride flag.

The above image is a Tweet by dudz_zZzz that says "ainda não parei de pensar nele," which according to Google translate from Portuguese to English is "I still haven't stopped thinking about him." The image is a drawing of the person from the pride parade, crying as he hugs his new pride flag.

Posts were made on July 1, 2024.

[feminist-space]

One of the most joyful moments of 2024 during a Pride Parade in Portugal.

[v4mp1rete3th]

[cuunos]

being a kid and hearing adults say stuff like "woah 2011 was 4 years ago haha" didn't really convey the fucking horror of a youtube video crossing my recommended labelled "9 years ago" and it's from 2017. that's not true. 9 years ago is 2010 or something. don't lie.

[clemmingsprincess]

me anytime I find a 5sos video and it says 9 years ago, 14 years ago, 15 years ago. LIKE STOP. STOP! WHAT???

[fic-dumpster]

[astraaureus]

Welp. Google's AI horseshit has arrived. And I'm not complying. They can pry my ID out of my cold dead hands. I will simply go elsewhere. Remember folks, DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR IDs. Do not comply. Resist, fight it, use other browsers or sources beyond youtube and google controlled services. Call them. Email them. Make noise. Fight back.

[mocrlbmutwwwptth]

I've been using Google as my main mail service since 2006, and every single account or service I've ever signed up for was made with that address. For a long time I thought it'd be impossible to divorce myself from Google.

It took less than 5 minutes to switch to a ProtonMail account, less than 2 hours to download and/or offload every byte of data from my Google account, and less than 3 days to change every single account or service I've ever signed up for to the new address.

As of today, the only single one I have that's still tied to it is YouTube. It's the only thing I'd lose access to if I deleted my Google acount entirely.

They really, really want you to believe that it's a hassle to switch to a different email system. But it's not. Most websites and/or services allow you to change the email address associated with it.

I've been using Google for almost 2 decades and it only took a few days to move everything. It's not a painful sacrifice; it's an easy change that, frankly, has absolutely been worth it.

[twilight-deviant]

Proton Shoutout

You can and should switch to a free, encrypted Proton email account. You also get all of the below perks. For free. There is no trick. It is paid for by the people with paying plans. I am one of them. The (completely functional) free tier is there to entice you into getting a paid account with even more perks. (It worked on me.) But there's no penalty or pressure for staying with the free account.

Also get your stuff off the google drive and put it on Proton's drive. It is encrypted. Only you with your password can access it. Not even Proton can see what you put in there.

[tzikeh]

Switch everything away from Google. It's easy and it's important. Read above, click the link for Proton, download your gmail and switch.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

The Necklace || Sokka ||

A/n: It took me longer than I'd like to admit to get these screen shots for my thing cause Tiktok is a pain.

The first time you see it, you genuinely think it’s a rock.

Not even a nice rock. It wasn't smooth or polished or even remotely symmetrical...just… a lumpy, uneven piece of stone hanging from a leather cord that looks like it lost a fight with a dull knife. One side is thicker than the other, the edges are jagged in places, and there’s a very obvious crack running through what was probably supposed to be the center.

You stare at it.

Then you blink.

Then you look back up at Sokka.

He’s standing there in the middle of your shared apartment in Republic City, shoulders squared like he’s about to go into battle, hands awkwardly shoved behind his back like he doesn’t trust them not to betray him, and his face. His face is so serious it almost makes you laugh.

Almost.

“…what is that?” you ask carefully, tilting your head.

Sokka immediately bristles. “Wow. Okay. Great start. Love the enthusiasm. Really feeling the support here.”

“I’m asking,” you say, stepping closer, squinting at the object in his hand. “Because it looks like something you dug out of the street...."

“It is not from the street,” he snaps, offended. “I went all the way out past the lower ring to find that rock.”

“…you’re not helping your case.”

He huffs, dragging a hand down his face before thrusting it toward you with a kind of stubborn determination. “It’s a betrothal necklace.”

You freeze then suddenly the air shifts, just slightly but it's enough that everything suddenly feels heavier, quieter, more real.

Your gaze drops back down to the necklace in his hand, and this time… you look properly.

Really look.

The uneven carving suddenly makes sense. The shallow grooves, too shallow in some places, too deep in others, form a pattern you don’t recognize at first… until you realize it’s meant to be flames. Crude, messy flames curling around the center.

Fire.

You swallow.“…you made this?” your voice comes out softer than you meant it to.

Sokka exhales sharply, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “Yeah. I mean...obviously. You think I’d buy one? That’s not how it works.” He rubs the back of his neck, suddenly unable to meet your eyes. “The guy’s supposed to carve it himself. Tradition.”

You step closer.

Carefully, like approaching something fragile, even though the stone itself is anything but delicate.

“It’s…” you pause, choosing your words very, very carefully. “…very handmade.”

“Wow,” he deadpans. “I’m framing that compliment.”

“I’m serious!” you protest, though a smile tugs at your lips. “It’s just....Sokka, this is terrible craftsmanship.”

“I KNOW,” he blurts, throwing his hands up. “Do you think I don’t know that? I broke three tools, I almost lost a finger, and some old guy tried to charge me extra because I was ‘butchering the art of stone carving.’ I get it, okay? It’s not perfect.”

You’re laughing now, unable to help it, but there’s something warm blooming in your chest, something that makes your eyes sting just a little you had to blink a few times.

Because you can see it.

Every uneven line.

Every mistake.

Every stubborn attempt to keep going anyway.

“You made this,” you repeat quietly.

“Yeah,” he mutters, glancing away. “Spent like… two weeks on it. Which, for the record, is two weeks of my life I will never get back.”

Your heart squeezes, a few tears slip free.

“And,” he continues, voice dropping just slightly, “you don’t have to take it. I mean...obviously. No pressure. It’s just a thing. A tradition thing. Cultural. Symbolic. Not a big deal.”

You step into his space, close enough that he finally looks at you again.

“It is a big deal,” you say softly.

His breath catches.

You reach out slowly, taking the necklace from his hand. It’s heavier than you expected, rough against your fingers, warm from where he’s been holding it.

“The design,” you murmur, tracing the uneven carvings. “It’s supposed to be fire, right?”

He nods, a little sheepish. “Yeah. I figured… you know. Firebender. Flames. Symbolism. I’m very deep like that.”

You huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head.“It’s crooked,” you add.

“I know.”

“And uneven.”

“I know.”

“And I think this side is thicker than the other.”

“I—yes, okay, thank you, I’ve noticed—”

“And I love it.”

He stops, completetly still now. “…what?”

You look up at him, smiling softly, eyes bright, tears gathered in the corner. “I love it,” you repeat, more firmly this time. “Because you made it. Because you tried. Because you kept going even when it was hard.” Your fingers tighten slightly around the stone. “Because it’s yours.”

Sokka stares at you like you’ve just hit him with a brick.

Emotion flickers across his face. Shock, disbelief, something softer underneath that he doesn’t quite know how to handle. “…it’s still really ugly,” he says weakly.

“Yeah,” you agree immediately. “It’s awful.”

He lets out a strangled laugh.

You step closer, lifting the cord slightly. “Put it on me.”

His breath hitches, eyes wide watching you.“Are you sure?” he asks, suddenly serious again, searching your face. “Because once I do this isn’t just....this means—”

“I know what it means,” you interrupt gently.

Silence stretches between you, thick with everything unspoken and then slowly he nods his head.

His hands are careful, so much more careful than you expected from someone who just admitted to nearly losing a finger as he reaches behind your neck, tying the leather cord securely into place. His fingers brush your skin, warm and a little rough, lingering for just a second longer than necessary.

When he pulls back, the stone settles against your collarbone.

Heavy.

Real.

Yours.

You glance down at it, then back up at him.

“Well?” he asks, suddenly nervous again. “How does it look?”

You tilt your head thoughtfully.“…like a rock.”

He groans. “I walked right into that.”

You grin, stepping forward and grabbing his tunic, pulling him down just enough to press a quick, firm kiss to his lips.

When you pull back, his brain is very clearly not functioning.

“It looks perfect,” you murmur.

And this time, he believes you as he leans down to pull you in for another kiss.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Sokka’s Favorite Places He and His Wife Have Had Sex

<messy, loving, a little ridiculous — and very, very obsessed with you>

A/n: I love Sokka, he'll always be my favorite.

1. In Your Bed — After He Won’t Shut Up

Sokka talks, he never stops talking.

Even when he’s supposed to be serious.

Even when he’s kissing you.

Even when his cock is already hard and pressing insistently against your pussy through the blankets.

“I’m just saying...strategically speaking..this is the best possible position for—”

“Sokka.”

“....maximum comfort and—mmph—”

You shut him up with a kiss.

It works.

For about five seconds.

Then he groans into your mouth, hands grabbing your hips as you shift against him.

“Okay...okay...new strategy,” he breathes. “Less talking.”

He lasts maybe ten seconds before—

“You feel really good....like, really good, did I say that already?”

You laugh, and he melts completely.

⸻

2. In the Kitchen — Because He Got Distracted

You were trying to cook.

He was trying to “help.”

Which meant standing behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, chin on your shoulder.

“You smell good,” he murmurs.

“That’s the food.”

“No, I mean you.”

His hands slide just a little lower.

You inhale sharply when his cock presses into you from behind, already half-hard, and he groans like he didn’t mean for that to happen but also isn’t sorry.

“…Okay, I might not be helping anymore..."

“No,” you breathe, leaning back into him. “You’re not.”

“Good.”

⸻

3. Against a Wall — After a Fight That Wasn’t Really a Fight

You were arguing.

Kind of.Not really.

Sokka was rambling. You were rolling your eyes. It escalated into…something else.

“You don’t listen!” you snapped.

“I do listen! I just....okay, sometimes I don’t but that’s not the point—”

“The point is—”

Then suddenly his hands were on your face, pulling you into a kiss that shut both of you up instantly.

“…I missed you,” he mutters against your lips like that explains everything.

Next thing you know, you’re pressed against the wall, his hands gripping your thighs as he lifts you.

“You’re distracting,” he adds, voice rougher now. “That’s not my fault.”

⸻

4. In a Tent — During a Trip (Very Quiet… Supposedly)

You’re both trying to be quiet.

Trying.

Sokka is terrible at it.

“Shh—” you whisper.

“I am being quiet,” he whispers back loudly.

“You’re not.”

“I am—”

He stops abruptly when you shift against him, your body pressing closer, your pussy brushing against his cock through thin layers.

“…Okay...now I’m definitely not going to be quiet,” he breathes.

You glare at him.

He grins. “Worth it.”

⸻

5. By the Water — Where He Gets Soft for a Second

This one always surprises you.

Sokka sitting beside you, watching the water, quieter than usual.

“You ever think about how weird it is we ended up here?” he asks.

You hum softly.

Then his hand finds yours.

Then your waist.

Then suddenly you’re in his lap, his forehead pressed to yours, his voice quieter.

“You’re… everything, you know that?”

And when his cock presses against your pussy, it’s slower this time.

Less teasing.

More… real.

He doesn’t joke as much here.

Just holds you a little tighter.

⸻

6. On Appa — Because He Refuses to Learn

“This is a bad idea.”

“It’s a great idea.”

“Sokka—”

“I have full confidence in this plan.”

You don’t.

You really don’t.

But that doesn’t stop him from pulling you into his lap anyway, hands gripping your hips as the wind rushes around you.

“This is so unsafe,” you whisper.

“Yeah,” he breathes, already distracted as you shift against him. “But you’re sitting on me and I can’t think straight.”

“…We’re going to die.”

“Worth it.”

⸻

7. After Training — When He’s All Sweaty and Proud

He loves showing off.

Especially when you’re watching.

“Did you see that move?” he asks, grinning.

“Yes.”

“Pretty impressive, right?”

“Very.”

“…You think it was attractive?”

You raise a brow.

He takes that as a yes....because of course he does, because he's Sokka.

Next thing you know, he’s got you pulled into him, hands warm and slightly rough, his cock already hard as he presses against you.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Because I’ve been thinking about you the whole time.”

⸻

8. On the Couch — Where It Always Turns Lazy

This one is slow.

Messy.

Half distracted.

Sokka sprawled out, you half on top of him, both of you tangled together.

“This is nice,” he murmurs.

“Mmhm.”

“You’re comfortable.”

“Also mmhm.”

Then his hands start wandering and suddenly your leg is draped across his hips. “…Okay, maybe not just comfortable.”

You laugh softly as his cock slowly slips into your pussy, his head dropping back against the cushions.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Definitely not just comfortable.”

⸻

9. In the Snow — Because He Wanted to Prove a Point

“It’s not that cold.”

“It is that cold.”

“It’s not!”

“Sokka—”

You don’t even finish before he pulls you into him, grinning like he’s already won.

“See?” he says, pressing close. “You’re warm.”

“That’s because I’m literally pressed against you.”

“Exactly. Problem solved.”

You shake your head as he kisses you anyway and somehow you stay.

⸻

10. After He Talks Too Much (Again)

You warned him.

He didn’t listen.

Now you’re on your knees in front of him, staring up as he still won’t stop talking.

“I’m just saying, from a strategic perspective—”

You cut him off.

Completely.

His words die instantly, replaced with a sharp inhale.

“…Oh,” he breathes.

Finally quiet.

For once.

“…Okay, yeah, that works.”

⸻

11. Anywhere You Laugh

This is his biggest weakness.

You laughing.

Not giggling.

Not polite.

Laughing.

Full, real, warm.

He just...stares and suddenly he's that boy again who's head over heels for the Firebending girl that joined them on their journey.

“…I love you,” he says, like it slipped out.

And then he pulls you into him before you can even respond, his cock already hard, like his body reacts before his brain can catch up.

“You do that on purpose,” he mutters.

“I do what?”

“That.”

“…Laugh?”

“Yeah.”

“Why would I—”

“Because it ruins me.”

⸻

Sokka isn’t smooth ( even though he think's he is ), he's not quiet. He's not even the least bit subtle.

But every time he slips into your warmth, every time he pulls you into him with that same slightly chaotic, completely sincere energy, it always comes back to one thing.

“I love you,” he says, breathless, a little overwhelmed every time.

And somehow....He means it more every single time.

And every time, you fall in love with him again.

"I love you too."

[sxquoia]

blind to love

sokka x reader (gn!reader [fem. leaning]) [getting together, mild crack, fluff, jealousy, confessions, first kiss] summary: you and sokka are both very affectionate people, and there isn't anything wrong with that. a conversation with aang shifts your perspective, and for some reason, you think avoiding sokka will do wonders for your relationship. spoiler alert: it doesn't. warnings: probably some fem!terms, jealousy, mild arguments, reader avoiding sokka, tame sexual joke(s), maybe ooc (i haven't written for avatar in a LONG while), reader is fucking stupid, oblivious reader, misunderstandings, maybe spelling errors, no use of y/n, second person word count: 7.6k (yo..flip that around....) note: i've always been a sokka girl.. HE'S SO BAD i haven't watched the movie i'm waiting for actual release but oughhh ignore any canon inconsistencies because of that i wrote this in likeee one day i love him i am working on my other fics i swear ALSO i will take requests for avatar...... just make sure to check over the rules okay enjoy baiii

Yours and Sokka’s relationship was platonic.

Very platonic. As platonic as it could possibly get. So platonic, in fact, that you had never even thought of dating him or anything silly like that.

(Well. Maybe that last part was kind of a lie. But it had only been once or twice, back when you were stupid teens trying to figure out how to save the world.)

You, personally, thought that it was obvious.

Apparently, it wasn’t.

“I’m pooped.” Sokka sighs loudly, leaning heavily on your back as he peers over to glance down at Toph, who stood before you, crossing her arms.

“What distinguished vocabulary you possess.” You reply, smiling lightly as you reach up and pat blindly at his arm.

“Thanks. I try.”

“Oh, I can tell.”

“Can you?” “Of course.”

He hums happily. “I appreciate it.”

Toph clears her throat loudly. You turn your attention back to her quickly, an apologetic tone in your voice.

“Sorry, Toph. What were we talking about?”

“Nothing important.” Her eyes narrow slightly as she stares right at you, although not quite at your eyes. “Sokka.”

“Toph. Wonderful to see you, as always.”

“Can’t say the same.” She replies, deadpan. For a moment, Sokka jostles against your back, an offended noise leaving his lips before you lightly jab an elbow into his side. He gets it after a moment.

“Ah!” He perks up, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you quickly. “Ha! I get it! Good one, Toph! Real knee-slapper!”

Toph lets the faintest smirk appear on her face.

“I’m sure we all got it.” She says, leaning back on her heels. “What do you want?”

“Can’t I say hi to my friends?” Sokka tilts his head, his cheek brushing against your ear. “Is that a crime, Toph? Am I going to get arrested?”

“It’s a crime when it’s the two of you.”

“Huh?” You raise an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing.” She waves a hand dismissively. “Everything.”

You turn back to exchange a look with Sokka, who shrugs back at you, just as, if not more, confused.

“Okay.” Both of you say in unison as you look back at her.

“Ugh. Don’t do that. That’s weird.”

“Well, I wasn’t lying when I said I was just stopping by to say hi.” Sokka stretches, taking a step back from you. You miss the warmth that came with him. “Got things to do, people to see, yada yada.”

“I’m sure you do.” Toph responds, raising an eyebrow. “But with all of your impending duties, you just had to come say hello?”

“How could I not? I heard very familiar voices and I couldn’t resist.” Sokka’s hand finds its way to your cheek, pinching it lightly and tugging before letting it go. He knows better than to try that with Toph. He learned the hard way.

“Oh, we know what you can’t resist.” Toph cackles. You don’t get it. You turn to Sokka, a questioning look on your face, but once again, he looks just as clueless.

“Uh…sure.” He smiles, patting your cheek where he’d just pulled.

You laugh softly, swatting away his hand. “Aww, well, we appreciate it.”

“I don’t.” Toph interrupts.

“You definitely do. I can feel it in your bones.” Sokka declares confidently.

“My bones?”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve developed bone bending. I can detect what you truly feel. Of course, I’ve always had this ability. Say goodbye to being used as a lie detector, Toph. I’m the new big deal, and heart rate won’t matter this time. This is all in the bones. You can’t fake bones.”

“Bone bending, huh? Enlighten me.” You grin, shifting your weight onto one leg as you turn to focus your attention on him.

“I’d love to.” Sokka beams back. “Now, this all started way back when—”

“Well, I’m sure you’d love to, but weren’t you just plagued with ‘things to do and people to see’?” Toph cuts in.

Sokka looks thoughtful suddenly, like it had slipped his mind completely. “You’re totally right. Bone bending just gets me so distracted. I’m very passionate about it, you see. It’s kind of my whole thing.”

You snort, shaking your head. Sokka looks utterly delighted as he takes a few more steps backward.

“Alright, see you guys later. Don’t miss me too much.”

“We’ll try not to.” You reply happily. He puts a hand to his lips and loudly blows a kiss to the two of you, spinning on his heel and happily whistling something off-tune.

“I can’t stand you two.” Toph complains as Sokka leaves. You know that her volume is always loud enough for everyone around to hear. Sokka turns his head back, just barely, to stick out his tongue.

“Jealous!” He calls, and then he’s gone. You laugh and wave at his back as he goes.

“What?” You ask as you look back towards Toph, whose expression can be described as nothing but disgusted. “What?”

She scrunches her nose, fanning under it like she’s trying to get rid of a painful odor. “I would say ‘you know what’, but you don’t, which is what makes this worse.”

You blink. Okay. Vague. Thank you, Toph.

“I hate lovebirds.” She continues, walking forward. As she passes you, she hits your arm. In turn, you wrap your other arm around her shoulders and press a kiss to her head.

“Get well soon?” You try as she playfully shoves you off.

“I should be saying that.”

As she goes, she mumbles something about idiot boys and idiot girls that she surpassed in intellectual ability. You didn’t dare to doubt her.

Recently, she’s been doing things like that. Unclear words that could rival proverbs of ancient past and riddles that would make anyone’s head spin. Sickened looks and scoffs and odd comments. And it was only when you and Sokka would interact.

Weird.

You didn’t think there was anything to warrant the behavior, but Toph was a little difficult to understand sometimes, so you didn’t really think much of it.

And then Zuko would flash weird looks when Sokka would wrap an arm around your shoulder and Katara would stare when you leaned against him.

Which was also weird.

Everyone had their own lives, now that you’d all grown up. You weren’t a bunch of (pre-)teens worrying about the fate of the world anymore. You had more normal but tiresome responsibilities, which meant not seeing each other as often.

But the times you were all together, all you would get were funny looks.

And you weren’t stupid. You knew that it was for a reason, but you truly couldn’t understand why.

So, of course, you decided to consult your beloved friend who would never keep you from the truth.

The Avatar himself.

“Aang! Hey, Aang!” You call, waving wildly at the retreating flash of yellow and orange you know and love.

Aang stops in his tracks, turning around with a thousand-watt smile already lighting up his face.

“Gee, you’re excited!” He notes, grabbing your forearms as you slow to a stop in front of him. “What could I have done to deserve that?”

Sometimes, you catch a glimpse of the little boy you’d met all those years ago. It’s the same with Toph. It melts your heart and makes you sad, knowing how quickly time slipped by, how tall and strong and wonderful the kids you knew got.

“I need advice. Help. A talk. Whatever.” You shake your head.

“What’s going on?” Aang’s eyebrows furrow slightly as he glances down at you. “Nothing bad’s happened, right?”

“Oh, no, nothing like that.” You correct, rubbing at your cheek lightly.

The two of you sit down on a nearby bench, your foot tapping against the ground quickly. You slam a hand down on your knee to make it stop. Aang raises an eyebrow.

“Okay. Uh…why is everyone acting funny?”

Aang thinks about it for a moment. “They are? Who’s everyone?”

“Toph. Zuko. Toph. Katara. Toph. Have I mentioned Toph?”

“No, I don’t think you have.”

After a beat, the two of you erupt into giggles. It feels oddly childish for how old you are now, but it feels good to relax.

“Seriously, though.” You clear your throat. “They just keep saying weird things and casting judgmental looks. Have I secretly been declared the enemy of all?”

“Not that I know of?” Aang shrugs, leaning back against the back of the bench. “Do they just…always do it?”

“Always? No, no. It’s…it’s only when Sokka’s around.”

Aang freezes. His eyes widen slightly and his lips pull back into a faint grimace, but you’re too busy letting your words take over to notice.

“And I don’t even get it at all! What could possibly be the reason for all the funny behavior, huh? It’s not like Sokka and I have been acting differently. If anything, I think we’ve been acting the exact same this whole time. As normal as we possibly could be. I haven’t said or done anything out of the ordinary, not that I know of, so whatever warrants this has to be—”

“Okay, okay, okay.” Aang raises his hands, cutting you off. “I think I see the frustration.”

“Do you?” You ask, exasperated. You slump back against the bench.

“Definitely.”

The look on his face looks strained, like he’s trying to hold back an awfully pained expression. It only makes your worries worse.

“What?” You ask desperately. “Don’t beat around the bush like Toph does. I’ll cry.”

“You won’t cry.” Aang says simply. “Uh…where to start…”

That’s a terrible beginning to an explanation. That means there’s a lot to go over and you were in some deep trouble.

You wait not-so-patiently for him to continue.

“Sokka…and…you…” He begins slowly, clasping his hands, “are very…close.”

“...yes.” You nod back just as slowly. “Aren’t we all?”

“Well…yeah. But there are different levels of being close.”

“Sure.” You agree. “Like you and Katara.”

“Right! Like me and Katara.”

“Right. So the problem is…?”

Aang bites the inside of his cheek. “The problem is…that you and Sokka are very close.”

“You said that already!” You complain. “What’s so wrong with that!”

“There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just that we…are…wondering…about…the extent…of your relationship!”

The pauses he includes almost make you want to strangle the words out of him. Instead, you take a deep breath and try to collect your thoughts. The extent of your relationship? There’s only one thing you can come up with to explain that.

“We’re not fucking.”

“I didn’t say you were!” Aang cries, a faint hue of red dusting his cheeks like he wasn’t the one to insinuate that.

“Then what were you saying?”

“I was saying that maybe you and Sokka are a little closer than everyone else is!”

“I…guess?” Your eyebrows knit together. “Not really, though, right?”

“Ehh…” Aang trails off, glancing away.

“What?” You pry, leaning forward. “Say it. I won’t say anything.”

“Ehh…” He repeats, turning his head completely around.

“Aang!” You grab his face and snap it back around. “Stop avoiding the topic!” “I’m just trying to think about how to word this!”

“Just say it straight up! I won’t say anything!” He mumbles something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like ‘you will’ but you ignore it for his actual input instead.

“Let’s see…okay. You’re very…comfortable around Sokka, right?” “I’m comfortable around everyone.” You respond.

“That’s different.”

“No it’s not. I’m the same with everyone. Aren’t I?” You try to think back on it.

“I’d say you’re a bit more affectionate with Sokka.”

“Affectionate how?”

“Well…you know…the basics.”

“Such as…?”

Aang clears his throat. “Uh…you guys hug a lot?”

“I hug everyone. That’s not weird. You hug everyone. Is it weird to hug people, Aang?”

“No!” Aang shakes his head. “Hugging isn’t abnormal. But you kiss him, too.”

“On the cheek. There’s nothing wrong with kissing people on the cheek, or anywhere else.” You cross your arms. “I kiss everyone, too. I kiss you on the cheek. I kiss Katara on the cheek. And Zuko and Toph.”

Aang runs a hand down the side of his face. “Right. You do.”

“I do. So, what’s the problem?”

“It’s just that…you…kiss Sokka on the cheek like I kiss Katara on the cheek.” He snaps his fingers, leaning forward once he’s made the connection.

“Uh…” You close your eyes, picturing the four of you side by side. “But you and Katara are together.”

“Yes…” Aang nods supportively.

“Sokka and I aren’t together.”

“Right…”

“So how would I kiss him that way if we’re not together?”

“Exactly!” Aang claps. “You’re close to him in a way that Katara and I are close, except you aren’t together.”

It takes a moment for you to realize what he’s getting at. Once you do, your entire body seems to heat up.

“Wait. Wait, wait, wait.” You shake your head so hard you might rattle your brain. “So—you’re saying that everyone is acting weird because Sokka and I act like we’re a thing?”

“Basically?”

“But we’re not!”

“You could be?” Aang tries. “I mean, do you want to be with Sokka?”

Loaded question. Your mind shortcircuits, your heart skipping a beat as the idea firmly plants itself in your head. You and Sokka? You and Sokka?

It’s not like it was a completely foreign idea. You see where Aang’s coming from, but also, that’s Sokka. Sokka, who’s been the same with you since the day you met. Sokka, who’s been by your side for years and never said a word about it. Sokka, who you’ve watched get and lose partners over the span of your journey together.

He wasn’t ugly. Quite the opposite, really. You could admire that without having a silly crush on him.

But…but you did like him. Kind of a lot. That didn’t mean it had to be in that way.

Still…you did get a lot happier when he was around. And you were more comfortable with his presence and letting him place a hand on you or an arm around you. You’d let anyone do that, but you suppose that maybe you wouldn’t be as ecstatic and content with it if it had been Katara or Toph instead.

Those were feelings, though. Normal feelings. You think. You’re not quite sure, actually. So what were all the weird looks for then? Did the others find your relationship odd, or did they…

“Honestly…everyone thought you guys were dating.” Aang cuts off your train of thoughts as if reading your mind. “I mean, that’s just what it looks like.”

“For how long?”

“Huh…I don’t know. It’s looked like you’ve been dating for years.”

“Years?” You repeat increduously. It can’t have been that long that the two of you had been…ugh. This was hurting your head. You still hadn’t answered Aang’s question.

I mean, do you want to be with Sokka?

What would that entail, anyway? With what Aang’s saying, nothing would change. Except the presence of actual kisses, and maybe waking up with him, and living together and—

Okay. That got too real too fast. Your face flushes and you turn away slightly. Aang—alert, lovely, and too observant for his (your) own good, Aang—catches on instantly.

“You do!” He cries, overjoyed. “You do want to be with him!”

You shake your head quickly, but he enthusiastically points at your leg. “Look at that speed! You only do that when you’re really nervous!”

True to his word, your leg was bouncing at the speed of light. You slam both of your hands down on your knee to make it stop, your eyes wide. “Not so loud!” You hush him, despite the fact that you were probably being just as loud.

“Sorry, sorry!” He whispers, leaning in to grin at you. “But you do like him!”

“I…maybe?” The roar of emotions in your heart implied a more honest sentiment.

“You do. So…talk to him.”

“I can’t just talk to him.”

“Sure you can! He’d get it.”

“How would you know? He thinks this is all normal.”

“No way he does. Sokka’s not that stupid.”

“Does that mean I was stupid for thinking so?”

“I didn’t say that! I just meant that he’s probably having an epiphany right now, too.”

“Is he?” You raise an eyebrow. “And you would know that how?”

“Katara wanted to talk to him earlier.” He shrugs.

Crap. Okay. So the two of you were being cornered and told exactly what’s going on between you both. Definitely comforting.

“What do I do? Aang, guide me through this, now.” You lean in closer, eyes darting around like Sokka might pop out of any corner.

“Just talk to him. It’s not like he’s a stranger anymore. You’re never afraid to speak your feelings. So…just go for it.”

“That’s not clear enough!” “It doesn’t have to be. Do you want this turning point of your life to be pre-planned and rehearsed?”

“I…guess not.”

“Exactly! It’ll be more authentic and successful if you just lead with your heart and go for it.”

“I can’t just do it now!”

“Then don’t. Sleep on it. Let yourself grasp the lines of your emotions, then ask to see him, and go!”

“What if he hates me for it? What if he really thinks that this was all friendly?”

“He won’t. Trust me.”

“How would you know?”

“You know who knows Sokka the best?”

It doesn’t take a second to reply. “Katara.”

“Exactly. Their sibling bond is really strong. And Katara is completely convinced that he really lo—likes you.” The stutter goes unnoticed.

“Are you sure about this?” You chew on your bottom lip. “What if everything gets messed up?”

“It won’t. I promise. Even if the impossible happens, you and Sokka have been friends too long to let this damage you in any way. It won’t change things.”

“I don’t know. This is pretty big.”

“Bigger than defeating the Fire Lord?”

You crack a smile. “Maybe not.”

“Definitely not.”

A long, deep breath mostly calms down your nerves. You nod slowly, leaning back and looking around.

“Okay. I’m going to…think about this. Sleep on it.”

“Good.” Aang nods back. After a moment, he looks back at you. “I think you guys would be really good together.”

“Really?”

“Really. You’re like two halves of the same person. You’re both better and more complete together.”

“Aww, Aang. You’re so sweet.” You smile, pinching his cheek. He laughs softly and pushes your hand away.

“I’m serious. You’re one of my best friends. You deserve to be happy, and I think Sokka would help with that.”

You might actually cry now. You don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tightly. It takes less than a second for Aang to reciprocate, squeezing you so tightly you might lose your breath.

Neither of you say a word. You don’t need to.

After a few seconds of silence, Aang breaks it.

“Also, we’d pretty much basically be siblings if you two got marr—”

“Aang!”

—

You weren’t lying to him when you said that you’d actually think about it.

You did think about it. You slept on it that night and dreamt about it. You ate breakfast the next morning thinking about it. You worked and thought about it. You took a walk and thought about it. You talked to Zuko and thought about it.

In fact, it hadn’t left your mind once.

Because the moment the realization was planted in your brain, you weren’t able to let go at all.

You were lucky to not encounter Sokka for the majority of the day. You might have died if you did.

Now, the problem was that idea carried over into the next day. And the next day. And the next. Until it had been nearly a week since your eye-opening talk with Aang, and you had barely interacted properly with Sokka since.

It was stupid to think that no one would notice. It was kind of obvious.

Really obvious.

Toph and Sokka are sitting together and talking? Great! You’ll sit down next to Toph and let her lay her head on your lap while you let them mostly speak.

Katara and Sokka are walking together? Lovely! You’ll let Katara stand in the middle and act as a barrier while you try to grasp the overwhelming feelings he brings.

Everyone is hanging out after dinner? Fantastic! Zuko can take your weight as you lean against him and try not to fall asleep.

Aang, too smart for his own good, did not allow you to use him as a wall.

He caught you on day six, pulling you aside.

“So…what did we talk about?” Aang asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly.

“To talk to him, yeah, yeah. I’m thinking right now, okay? Can’t a person just think?”

“Not like this! You’re not even trying to act normal anymore.”

“Just give me a couple of more days. I’ll get there. Promise.”

You were now closing up on day seven, and you still had no idea what to do.

You wanted to talk to him about it. Of course you did. But the idea of actually having to face him and talk about something so personal felt so…weird. You just didn’t want to have to do it. Not now, at least.

Except you did want to talk to him. You didn’t know how, but you really did want to. You were good at talking, just going with the flow, so why did this mess you up so bad? Ugh.

Night was falling, and you weren’t feeling any more tired than you had a couple of hours ago. You’re smart enough to know when you’re not going to get any sleep. So, obviously, you have to take a nighttime stroll instead to clear your head.

That would help. Walking always helped, even if you drowned in your own thoughts first before letting yourself be pulled out.

You all were staying in a relatively small village in a relatively large house together. Did that make it harder to avoid him? Yes. Did it make it more suspicious? Yes. Which is exactly why you should have gone out on a walk ages ago.

Well, you can’t change the past now.

It’s not too lively outside. Things are dying down, and most people are retreating to their homes after a long day of work. A couple of them greet you with tired smiles as you pass by, which you return with double the energy. Waves and calls of good night’s take up most of your initial excursion, leaving you no room to think until you get to the very edge of the village.

It’s quieter out there. The moon shines down on you, peeking through dark clouds that might bring about rain later. You’re not too sure about the forecast.

As you make your way along the perimeter, you try to gather your thoughts, you really do. They’re just as much of a jumbled mess as they were way back when you first figured out what the two of you truly were. Or, tried to figure out, at least.

What you do know is that you like Sokka. Like like, bordering onto actual love, which is a terrifying thought. How could you have been in love with him for all this time and not know? Scary. You’d like to stick to like like instead, just for now, just so that you don’t implode.

You don’t know if he likes you back. Aang swears on his life that he does. You want to believe him, but doubt always makes its presence known, no matter how much you try to push it down. You can’t force yourself to believe it, but you can try. For now, you’re just going to think about this logically.

He might like you back.

So…how to bring it up? Something tells you that ‘Hey Sokka, I talked with Aang and I realized that I’ve liked you for a while now, you should let me be your girlfriend’ won’t really work.

You could be really sappy about it and have a nice long speech prepared. Or you could go out on a whim and say something simple.

Neither sounds very appealing to you. You want something meaningful, but like Aang said, not forced. You want it to matter.

You don’t even notice the figure standing in front of you until you crash right into him, too focused on staring into nothingness. Apologies are already spilling from your lips.

“No, no, it’s okay.” The man reassures, grabbing your shoulders to stop you from tripping over yourself. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I am. Sorry again. I’m totally fine. I really don’t know why I—sorry.” You respond, trying to shove down the embarrassment that comes with nearly knocking over a stranger you definitely should have seen coming.

“No harm done, promise.” He reassures. His hands have not yet left your shoulders, and when he notices that, he quickly drops them like he’s been burned. “You must have been deep in thought, huh?”

You offer a shrug, rubbing your arm. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Love troubles?” He asks. You startle, taking a step back. He laughs and tilts his head. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I’m not that obvious. I’m not…am I?” You ask desperately, nearly hissing as you lean forward, your voice hushed in fear of someone else nearby overhearing.

The man offers you a comforting grin. “To me, maybe. I’m not too sure about anyone else.”

“So you know about love troubles.”

“Woah, woah, woah. Let’s not go accusing a guy without even asking his name!” The man raises his hands in surrender.

“Ah…you’re right. Sorry. May I have the name of the gentleman who I nearly knocked over?”

“Why, of course. I’m Lee.”

You do not believe that for a second, but Lee was a pretty popular name. You let him off the hook.

“Well, Lee. I suppose we’re both having our own love struggles.”

“Maybe we are.” He offers a one-armed shrug. “I think we’ll get past it.”

“I sure hope we do.”

It’s weird, the concept of mildly opening up to a guy you’ve never seen before and likely never will, but that’s also comforting. He’ll forget all about you at some point, and you him, so you won’t have to worry about gossip spreading. No one will care.

Before you can do something stupid like dump your entire life’s story on this guy, he speaks first.

“I think that you might have a name as well.” Lee asks, shifting his weight as he leans on his leg, a little closer.

“I might.” You joke.

“And that name is…?”

You open your mouth to reply, but when your name is said, it’s not your voice that responds.

It comes with a heavy arm around your shoulders, firmly planted behind your head, completely wrapping around your body. It comes with a warmth you’re very familiar with and a scent that can only be matched to one man you know.

“I’ve seriously been looking for you everywhere. I mean, I nearly had to start checking under everyone’s beds, and I don’t really want to know what I’d find under Zuko’s.”

Sokka.

Okay. Awkward. Lovely. You’re kind of afraid.

Lee looks a bit taken aback, his eyes widening. His gaze meets yours and he mouths ‘love?’ to you, to which you breathe out and nod.

Sokka catches this instantly.

“What was that?” He asks, squinting. “A secret code? That was weird.”

Lee coughs. “Uh…we were just talking.”

“Right.” Sokka nods, stretching out the vowel as he raises an eyebrow and looks between Lee and you under his arm. “Cool. Well, we’ll be going now, alright? Bye.”

He turns you right back around, his arm guiding your body and forcing you to follow after him. You turn your head back to look at Lee, who smiles at you. You look back front, then back at him again, to which he forms a heart with his hands and a thumbs up.

Your cheeks flush pink. Sokka’s free hand plants itself on the top of your head, swiveling it back to face your front.

“Why—are you blushing?” Sokka cuts himself off, sounding absolutely scandalized. He lifts up your face and appears to analyze it, his fingers grasping your jaw.

“No.” You deny pathetically.

“Holy bison, you are.” He shakes his head. “Hold on. What was going on back there? Who even was that? Why were you out so late? Was that your…your secret lover?”

His voice spikes in pitch, just like it would back when you were teens and his voice would crack. This was really embarrassing now.

“That was…not…my ‘secret lover’. I don’t have a ‘secret lover’.” You correct, reluctantly pulling his hand down. “I just went for a walk.”

“Uh-huh. And you just happened to stumble upon a handsome guy down there and spark conversation.”

“That is exactly—a what guy?” You nearly shriek.

“Don’t act innocent. I can see right through your ruse.” Sokka’s arm does not loosen around your shoulders as you continue to walk.

“What ruse?”

“The one where you’re trying to convince me that you weren’t sneaking out to see a guy.”

“I wasn’t doing that.”

“Then what were you doing?”

“Walking.”

“Walking. Right. That didn’t look like walking.”

“Well, it was. Until I accidentally bumped into him.”

“Bumped into him!” His grip on your shoulder tightens. “I guess you stumbled right into his arms, too!”

“That did not happen.” You frown. “Why are you making stuff up?”

“I’m coming to plausible conclusions.”

“You aren’t.”

“I am.”

“You weren’t even there!”

“Exactly! Who knows what else went on before I got there? Did you exchange poetry? Recite haikus to the stars?”

“None of that happened!”

“Of course not. So I’m just supposed to believe that you haven’t been avoiding me and seeing some villager for the past week.”

Before you can try to refute his claims, he shushes you, his finger pressing against your lips.

“And don’t even try to deny the avoiding part. I’m not stupid. You can attempt to cover up seeing him, but you can’t pretend you haven’t been running away from me.”

His finger leaves your lips, and you fall silent. He was right. You were avoiding him, just not for the reason he thinks.

“I…was not…seeing Lee in the village.”

“But you were avoiding me.”

You chew on your bottom lip slowly. “It wasn’t avoiding.”

“It most certainly was.”

“I just wouldn’t call it that.” “I would.” “I wouldn’t.”

“Well, then what would you call it?”

“...taking some time to myself?”

Sokka frowns. “Really? Of course, that doesn’t apply to Katara, or Toph, or Aang, or Zuko. Just me.”

Right. If anything, you had doubled your levels of affection with the rest of your friends. You swallow thickly, trying to find the words.

“Maybe I needed a bit of time from you.”

Why did you say that? Why would you say that? You can’t even try to take it back.

Sokka falls unusually silent. The only sound is the fall of your syncretized footsteps against the soft earth.

“Why?”

You barely hear it. You probably wouldn’t have if you hadn’t been listening for something, anything to leave his lips.

“Nothing important.” You were making some really bad decisions.

“It was important enough to give me up.”

“I didn’t give you up.”

“It sure feels like you did.”

You don’t have a response for that. Sokka sighs.

“Listen.” He starts, his fingers flexing against your shoulder. “I don’t care if you’re seeing…‘Lee’...in the village. That doesn’t matter to me. What—I’m talking right now, wait, you can defend yourself later—what matters to me is that you stopped finding me to find him.”

“That’s not what this is. You keep bringing Lee up, but he’s not the reason—”

“Then what?” Sokka interrupts, albeit not harshly. It’s soft when it shouldn’t be, which is why it stops your words despite the lack of violence in them. It just sounds…defeated.

What do you say now? That you have feelings for him and instead of dealing with them like an adult, you’re acting like a teenager with a crush that will never be reciprocated? That you’re practicing what it’ll feel like if he rejects you?

It’s stupid. You know he won’t do something drastic like lash out or insult you if you say something. You know he’s not like that. You know that you’re both better than that. But your mind just keeps jumping to all of these horrible ideas, and you have no idea what to believe and what not to.

You think that you should start with your heart.

“I talked to Aang a while ago.”

Sokka doesn’t say anything. He nods slowly, like its encouragement to keep going. You do.

“A week ago.” You continue. You know that he knows that’s when this whole thing started. “I wanted to know why Toph was acting so strange that day.”

“Yeah. That was weird.” He replies simply, his mind clearly elsewhere. You don’t know if that’s good or not.

“And…we talked.” You conclude, nodding along like you’d just revealed the secrets of the world.

Sokka waits for you to keep going. When you don’t he looks down at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s it?” He scoffs. “That doesn’t explain anything! What did you talk about.”

“That’s private information.”

“So why would you tell me that?”

“I don’t know! That’s kind of what led to this whole thing, okay?”

Sokka takes a deep breath. “Okay. Okay, let’s start over.”

“Starting over. Got it.”

“You’re avoiding me.” “If that’s the word we have to use.” “It is. Something happened, and you’re avoiding me. Aang and you spoke about something, and you’re avoiding me.”

“...yeah.” “Okay. So what was that ‘something’?”

There was no use trying to beat around it now. You need to man up and spit it out. That’s right. You’re a grown adult. You can face your feelings.

“We…are close, aren’t we?”

Sokka stiffens for a moment, but he nods. “Yeah. I’d say we’re pretty close.”

“More so than normal?”

“Uh…let’s define normal?”

“I don’t know. Like the way I am with…Toph?”

“Toph can’t be used as an example for normal.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, Sokka. Whatever. What I’m trying to say is…is that…Aang let me know that we’re…like him and Katara.”

“We are nothing like those losers.” Sokka puffs up his chest.

“Sokka.” “Sorry. Continue.”

At least you know that he’s not really pissed at you. He wouldn’t joke around if he was. That’s a good sign.

“It means that everyone thinks we’re a thing.”

He stops in his tracks for the first time since your conversation began.

“A thing? Like a couple kind of thing?” He repeats, the disbelief coating his voice clearly.

“Yeah. Like a couple.”

“Huh.” His nose scrunches up. “So…you found that out…and you decided that you couldn’t be seen around me anymore lest Lee find out?”

“No!” You cry, swatting at him. “Stop bringing him up! I don’t even know him!”

“What am I supposed to think?” Sokka bites back.

“You’re supposed to believe me!”

“I’m trying!” “It sure doesn’t seem like it!”

His arm finally drops from your shoulders as he covers his face and groans. “Okay. Fine! You don’t know who Lee is. I believe you. But you avoided me for some reason.”

“I told you the reason.”

“People think we’re a couple. You’re…embarrased, and you decide to stay away from me so that they don’t think that anymore.”

“That’s not it.” “Well, that’s what I’m hearing right now.”

It’s your turn to cover your face and groan. “It’s not that part of it.”

“Then which part?” “I’ll tell you if you stop asking questions.” You uncover your face just in time to catch him zipping his lips.

Is this it? Do you just say it straight up, now?

“I just…needed some time to think about the…extend of our relationship.” You breathe out. “That’s all.”

“So…you wanted to reflect on what we truly were.”

“Yeah.”

“And you came up with…?”

“I…don’t know.” You confess. “I don’t know.”

Sokka exhales slowly. Is that a bad sign? Maybe.

“We’re…friends.” He says.

“We are.” You repeat hollowly.

“Right. So…that’s cleared up, then.”

“I don’t think it’s that simple.” You say before you can even think about it.

Sokka’s breath hitches. He stays silent for a moment. “Yeah. I didn’t think so, either.”

So you were both on the same page there. You agreed that there was more to it than friendship. That’s…good. Hopefully.

“Was it only because you needed to think about what we were?” Sokka asks.

“What?” “You avoiding me. Was it just because of that?”

“I…yeah?”

“So it wasn’t that you…you hated the idea of being with me and had to distance yourself to stop the assumptions?”

“What? No! No, that wasn’t it at all. I just needed to think about it.”

Your outburst takes him by surprise. Once the words register, his raised eyebrows lower into an expression that looks more relieved than anything.

“Okay. Good to know.” He wets his lips. “And…and you’re being honest about that guy—” “How many times do I have to say it?” You groan. “I don’t know him! I bumped into him and we spoke for a little bit. He has his own love troubles to navigate.”

You try to ignore the fact that you called what’s going on between you ‘love troubles’ so blatantly. You know he caught onto it. You know he knows that you know. Neither of you say anything about it.

It was kind of annoying, the way he just kept going back to Lee like he was—

Holy shit.

“Oh.” You say simply, turning to face him completely. “You’re…jealous. You’re jealous.”

“Wha—what?” Sokka splutters, taking a step back, his hands raised as he shakes his head vigorously. “Me? Jealous? Of that guy? No way!”

“You are!” You protest, taking a step forward to make up for the distance that he’s putting between you two. “That’s why you’re so pissy!” “I’m not pissy!” “You so are! I get it! I get it now! You’re so upset because I was with him!” “I’m upset that you’re pretending to not know me anymore!” “It’s doubled because of him!” “So what?” Sokka turns it around suddenly, taking a step forward with a sudden surge of confidence. “Huh? So what if I was upset? I have a right to be! You start avoiding me, and then I go out for a walk to clear my head, and I find you all buddy-buddy with some random guy all alone at night, and what am I supposed to think of that, huh?”

You gape at him, but it’s obvious that he’s not done.

“The only thing I can think is that you’ve found a new guy to replace me or something, either as a friend or—or something more, and I haven’t even been able to have an actual conversation with just you in a week and here you are just all over this guy like he’s the best thing you’ve ever seen and—ugh!”

A hand flies up to dig his fingers into his scalp. “Whatever. Whatever. Forget it. It’s stupid.”

His incoherent mumbles and pacing that leads him away from you snap you out of your stupor. “Wait. Wait! Sokka, hold on!”

Sokka stops, slowly turning around to face you.

“It’s…it’s not stupid. It’s not. I’m sorry. I’m the stupid one. I don’t know why I avoided you like that for so long. I should have just been straight up with you and done things like an adult. I’m sorry for making you feel like I was casting you aside or seeing someone else or anything along those lines. Really.”

The two of you are standing face to face, yours angled slightly upwards to meet his eyes. Sokka’s fists clench and unclench. Silence suffocates you until he closes his eyes and breathes out.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to apologize or anything. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions and accusing you without just asking first.”

“I guess I still have some growing up to do.” You scratch the back of your neck sheepishly.

“I think we all do.” Sokka replies. “But that’s the fun of it.”

“Sometimes.”

“Sometimes.”

When you fall silent, it’s much less awkward this time. Still, you know that it’s not the end of your conversation.

“So…you were jealous.” You bring up again.

“Are you going to let that go anytime soon?”

“I’ll think about it.” You smile, but that’s not the reason you brought it up. “Why?”

“Why? Maybe because you were talking to a guy I didn’t know. Alone.”

“You called him handsome.”

“He kind of is. Alright, how was I supposed to feel seeing you talking to a handsome guy I don’t know all alone?”

“The others wouldn’t have reacted the same way.”

Sokka huffs. “No. They wouldn’t.”

“It’s different, then.”

“Yeah, it’s different with you. It’s always different with you.”

You stare at him with wide eyes. Sokka meets them for a moment, then grows flustered and turns away.

“I…I do like you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?” He mumbles.

“Like me? Or…like like.”

A quick hesitance. “The second one.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah, huh.”

So…Aang was right. It takes a moment for your brain to catch up, but once it does, it becomes a complete mess. Your body performs about a hundred actions at once, including overheating, fidgeting fingers, rapid blinks, and nervous twitches.

“Are you going to say anything, or are you going to leave me hanging?” Sokka asks, his own nervousness concealed under a confident demeanor that you’ve long since been able to see through.

You nod, your lips parting. Here it is. This is your chance to say something, to tell him how you feel, how you want more and how you—

“I love you.”

…

You did not mean to say that. It was true, it always had been, and your heart had known that, which is why it took over instead of your brain. But you were supposed to start off slow and sweet, not jump straight into it.

Before you can even apologize for the way it made both of you freeze, Sokka’s lips parting in shock and yours quivering as if unable to take the recoil of the confession, he moves.

In an instant, his hands fly up to cup both sides of your face, his thumbs resting on your cheeks as he pulls you up to meet him halfway.

His lips are slightly chapped, contributing to a vague rough feeling that’s drowned out by the overall gentleness that comes with the kiss. It’s a simple press of lips to lips, his perfectly slotting in against yours. His hands stay firmly planted on your face, and your hands come up to rest on his chest in turn. You tilt your head slightly, but the moment you make a move, he snaps back.

His eyes are blown wide, a regretful expression on his face that scares you into believing that he’d realized that he didn’t actually like you or something. He backs up, his hands slowly falling from your face. “Crap. Sorry. Was that too soon? That was too soon. Sorry, I should have asked, I—”

You grab him by the collar of his shirt and tug him back down again. His hands shoot up, and then quickly find a place on your waist. In turn, you loop your arms around his neck. It’s not any more rushed than the last one. He’s savoring you with a gentleness you didn’t think you’d ever experience. He doesn’t push hard, just enough to make a imprint that you can’t easily get rid of.

This time, you pull back, making sure to keep your arms around him. His eyes flutter open and he looks at you. Differently. It’s fond, and while he’s looked at you like that before, there’s something so loving in the way his gaze softens that it practically turns you to mush.

“We could have done that a week ago.” He whispers to you.

“Guess we’ll have to make up for missed time.” You respond, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary.

“I like the sound of that.” Sokka smiles, dipping down to steal another kiss.

BONUS

“So…were you lying when you said you didn’t care I was out with Lee?” You ask as you walk back to the house, Sokka’s arm wrapped tightly around your side.

“Oh, yeah. I was lying straight through my teeth. I was going to cry and everything.” He grins back, swooping down and pressing a quick kiss to your head as you cross the threshold.

As you turn, you hear something shatter. You jump slightly, your head swiveling to find the source as Sokka pulls you back and his shoulders tense.

“You…you did it!” Aang cries, a shattered glass at his feet. He sounds suspiciously on the verge of tears. “I can’t believe it!”

“You didn’t believe in me?” You tease, relaxing as you rest your head on Sokka’s shoulder.

“Not at all.” Aang jokes back. “But hey, I’m happy for you. Even if nothing’s really changed”

He was right. The only thing different about you guys was that you could kiss him on the lips. Still, it’s not like you’d want it any other way.

“I’m happy, too.” You reply with a soft smile. Sokka beams, grabbing your chin and kissing you again.

You don’t think he’d get bored of that anytime soon.

You wouldn’t, either.

fin.

[k---byee]

men aint shit

[kamiflix]

▶︎︎ Legendary Lovers (starring . fire lord zuko)

synopsis . Overstim with your husband but he keeps accidentally setting things on fire because of it. content . afab!reader, masturbation (m!receiving), established relationship, improper use of fire bending(?), overstim, wife!reader, switching dynamics, bondage, pet names, nipple play (m!receiving), somewhat dom!reader, missionary, manhandling, etc.

“S-Shit,” Zuko huffed, hips insistent with their bucking as he uncontrollably drives the frustrated head of his weepy cock up into your hand.

You sat at his side with your eyes innocently watching as he fell apart entirely under your touch, “Does that feel good?”

He couldn't take his eyes off the way your fingers looked wrapped around his length, “Hhngh-, fuck.. So good,” He huffs, admiring how perfectly you jerked him off and struggling greatly with the bit of rope neatly tied around his wrists—which are positioned behind his back. “D-Don’t stop. Please.”

You squeeze at his base and feel how his veins pulse ‘n twitch against your palm, the tip of his cock a flushed shade of tanned red.

Then your gaze flicked up and you caught the way he threw his head back, letting the long, loose strands of his silky hair flutter all elegantly with the motion. There was certainly nothing more endearing than watching the fire lord come undone before you like this.

A slopped mess of slick cum keeps your hand steady with its slippery motions up 'n down his dick, his balls aching and heavy with need to release yet another load into your palm. You grin before silently leaning forward, letting your lips press into his chest all lightly as you hear him struggle with whines and grunts.

“Ah, your hand is always-, shit… s-s’soft..” Zuko mumbled, his abs tensing at the feel of your touch. Without warning, he nearly whimpers at the sensation of your lips cupping his nipple. “Oh God-,” Your husband's breathing tangles up in his throat, “Wait-, fuck.. Y’know I’m sensitive there, wait—“

“Mmnh..” You hum delightedly against him and let your hands pace quicken against his cock, feeling the entirety of his body heat up for a moment before he begins to twitch all over the place, his wrists fighting against the restraints keeping them in place.

This whole thing had been his idea. He'd asked you time and time again to tie him up and do whatever you want to him, but just like all the times in the past where this has been tried—he never seems to last too long before-

The smell of fumes hit your nose.

You pop your lips off his swollen nipples and halt your sucking for a moment just to look up at his teary-eyed face, admiring the pout he’s got on. “Zuko…” You purr with a slightly raised brow.

He angles his head back down to meet eyes with you, batting those dark pretty lashes at you as if he'd done nothing wrong, “Yes, love?”

“Are you burning through those ropes again?” You ask.

The fire lord shakes his head, “N-No..?”

“Then…" Your gaze narrows at him skeptically, "What’s that smell?”

Before he gathers his thoughts enough to answer you properly, you turn your head to see one of your nightstands on fire.

Damnit. That’s the third one this week!

Luckily enough for the both of you, the flame isn't as large as it'd been previously. Though, as you let your hand halt in jerking your lover off and try to pull away for a moment to go put the fire out, there's a stronger scent of fumes flying into your nose.

This time it's the smell of burning rope.

Followed by which is the sound of something snapping and suddenly—there's a pair of grabby hands meeting your arms and your body is being pushed right over.

A flutter of royal-red and gold fabrics scatter around your frame and drape your sides whilst your attention is redirected upwards. Panting above you is your needy husband Zuko, who's got his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes pleading as they land down on you, "Ignore it," He suggests.

You flash a confused look at him and then playfully swat at his chest, "I can't just ignore it, that's the third one this week!"

He shyly glances off to the side before muttering, "...So?"

"What do you mean so?" You scoff, "We'll have to rebuild the entire bedroom suite at this rate!"

His eyes find yours again and you feel his body coming closer to yours, flinching at the wet swipe of his drooling cockhead over your inner thigh as he adjusts himself. "You're the one who insisted on teasing me."

"You asked me to." You remind him.

"Well,” He frowns a little, “When I told you to use me, I was hoping..."

Your hands reach up to cup his face and pull him down impossibly closer—the warmth of his body enveloping you further. "Hoping what, my lord?" You whisper.

He shoots you a short-lived glare, "What'd I tell you about that?" You give him a cheeky smile and he rolls his eyes at it. "I was hoping you'd use me in here," To add emphasis to his words, his cock comes pressing against the soppy wet-spot in your panties.

"Zuko!" You gasp in surprise, earning a sleazy little smile from him.

Then comes a quick finger to swat that measly fabric out the way, his tip rushing to kiss the saturated lips of your cunt and smear the apart for entry.

Just before he can push into you, "Wait," You huff, "When and how did you break free?"

"Hm?” Zuko raises a brow, “Free of what?" He hums innocently.

Your expression is entirely unconvinced of his innocent act. Deadpanning, "You burned the ropes again, didn't you?"

Another smile paints into his perfect features before he grinds his hips down into yours, throbbing cock sliding ever-so-gracefully into you as if to distract you. Zuko leans down to your ear to whisper, "What ropes?" and you hear some sort of flame crackling in the distance.

He definitely just set something else on fire just from pushing himself into you, but it’s not like he gave you much room to care. Not with the way his dick felt easing your walls open and stretching you out in the same fashion you’d beg him to nearly every other night—if not every single night.

Surely the fire nation would be expecting an heir to the throne any day now. Though, you’re not sure this heir would come about with your bedroom in one piece…

Especially since Zuko has a bad habit of burning things when he cums.

(not proofread btw) || banner art by Rororogi Mogera || tags:

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first time writing outside the jjk fandom in years, if it's bad i'll just jump off a cliff sorry! <3

edit: more zuko here 😵‍💫

[magicalmatcha]

— all mine

❝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, pregnancy, 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.”

love speaks! rushed and indulgent sorry i wish this was better but if i draft it it'll never get done. divider by @/cafekitsune

[crushmeeren]

☽ ⋆ ⋅ it’s not zuko’s fault his wife can’t keep her hands off him.

☼ cw ; fem! reader, fire lord zuko, being late to a meeting because you can’t stop riding zuko, mentions of all the babies you guys have, sokka being sokka. the gaang’s all here (after the sex).

☽ ⋆ ⋅ m.list

“Come on Zuko— one more time? Please?” You’re panting, naked, hands braced on Zuko’s sweaty chest as you grind back and forth in his lap.

His breath hitches from the sheets, squeezing your hips. “Seriously? I’m already late. How does it— fuck. Stop that!” Zuko frowns and pinches your ass when you tighten around his cock on purpose.

“How does it look if the Fire Lord can’t stop fucking his wife long enough to attend a simple meeting with the Avatar?” He continues.

Zuko is still half hard inside your pussy, cum trailing down his shaft— filling out thick and hot by the second.

“Then why are you getting hard again?” You tease, dipping down to suck on his throat.

“That— that’s unfair,” he moans. You draw back to look at his face, and his cheeks are flushed such a similar color to his scar it almost blends together entirely.

“And if you really thought this meeting with Aang was important you wouldn’t still be in bed with me.” You place your palm over Zuko’s mouth, grinning at the way his eyes go wide and his cock twitches.

“Now shut up and let me ride my husband one more time.”

When you walk into the fire temple chambers where the meeting is taking place, the entire group is there.

Aang and Katara share a look, laughing at the picture you and Zuko make. Hair mussed and clothes ruffled, a hickey high on Zuko’s throat.

Sokka looks thoroughly annoyed and throws his hands up in exasperation.

“Seriously dude?!” He shouts, jumping from his chair and jabbing a finger at the poorly hidden hickey. “This is why the fire temple is crawling with your offspring!”

Toph snickers, and Zuko doesn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed.

forgive me i wrote this in thirty minutes immediately after i watched the movie.

[clarkent]

me @ 10

me @ 30

[areyoudoingthis]

babe wake up ao3 came up with the only funny april fools joke in the history of the world

[thelhc]

men come and go but x reader fic is forever

[aurora-sadprose]

put down that c.ai thing and read y/n fics like god intended.