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Alright if anyone is looking for an atla sokka x female oc my friend has new one up on Wattpad and negl it’s so good anddd it has art with it tooo

Her username is : dude_wthhh

He ff is called “always meet”

She also has a TikTok account where she’s posting content about it and the art same username check it out

The mc is the avatar instead of aang and she posts a new chapter almost everyday but she’s struggling with views so check it out she’s also gonna write in the after the war comics not just the show

If anyone doesn’t like wattpad or sum lemme know she’s perfectly capable of posting it on here too🤍

Also art sneak peek

Atla fanfic “always meet” fem oc x Sokka

Wattpad :dude_wthhh

Atla fanfic “hate me more” fem oc x aang

Wattpad :dude_wthhh

my parents would be very disappointed on me if they knew that my mental stability depends on a fictional character...

avatar masterlist

*note- after ehfar is over, i won't write for avatar anymore. also, these avatar fics are the first fics i've ever written and i've improved a lot since then! please read some of my other works if you enjoy these<3

zuko

transferred ↳ 23k words, finished series | trying to run from your past is hard, but falling for your brother’s roommate is even harder. little do you know that he’s falling for you as well.

everything happens for a reason ↳ 114k+ words, in progress series | as a servant in the fire nation, you’ve learned that life is often unfair. but as you venture through a tumultuous relationship with a certain prince, you come to realize a very tricky lesson: everything happens for a reason.

eyes closed  ↳ 1.3k words | you know you should hate him. but you can’t stop thinking about him. 

falling ↳ .8k words | two idiots go hiking together, romantic chaos ensues

warmth  ↳ 1.6k words | the two times he notices her shivering and the one time he does something about it. 

empty ↳ 1.6k words | victory had never felt so empty.

reminiscence ↳ 1.3k words | just because you and your husband are retired doesn’t mean you don’t have amazing advice for the new team avatar.

right where you left me ↳ 2.7k words | after his betrayal in the crystal caves, zuko returns to the fire nation a hero, leaving a fallen ba sing se behind him. but what happens to the girl he left behind, a girl who only knew him as lee?

oh spirits ↳ 1.8k words | literally just the ‘there was only one bed’ cliche with zuko

sokka

talking to the moon ↳ 4.1k words | dealing with the aftermath of the worst event of your life. 

you look perfect ↳ 1.7k | sokka cheers you up before your anniversary.

night owl ↳ .9k words | when things get too overwhelming, your boyfriend is always there to pull you back, no matter how forcefully he has to do it.

neighborly things ↳ 1.6k words | reader can’t make things for shit. thankfully, she has a cute and crafty neighbor willing to help her. 

come back safe ↳ 1.2k words | you and sokka have to part ways in ba sing se, but he’s not letting you go without saying his piece.

fever ↳ 1.7k words | sokka’s convinced there’s a mystery illness keeping you from focusing, but somehow he’s completely oblivious that the only ‘sick’ you are is lovesick, and he’s the reason you can’t focus.

hold on to me (im a little unsteady) ↳ 1.7k words | a late night with sokka reminds you that even on the worst days, you always have someone in your corner.

asami

death by a thousand cuts ↳ 3.1k words | you and asami fall out of love.

korra

cold ↳ .3k words | not everybody can withstand freezing weather of the south all day. luckily, between all the jokes at your expense, korra can help.

right down the line: zuko x firebender!reader | part 7

You grew up close to the Royal Family due to your father's position as a General, but you ran away from home after the agni kai against your best friend, Zuko. Now, you've joined the Gaang and plan on doing your part in ending the 100-year war.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

hi part 7... picking up right where we left off... i think I'm going to post a masterlist & keep it linked on my pinned to make it easier to sift through and find, esp since i do plan on posting other fics once i finished my very first >.< also i want to post the songs i listen to while I'm writing and some visuals hehe... just to make it much more immersive. again i do not own these characters and they are not mine! (except my mc i guess) like comment reblog if ya like... enjoy! about 1785 words

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We’re standing on a sand-colored platform of a structure currently being renovated or changed to fit Fire Nation standards. The usual for when they occupy lands that don’t belong to them. Aangs in front of me, with Sokka to my left and Katara to my right. We form a triangle and I'm thankful for the partial covering.

I’m thinking of the best way to summarize the threats ahead of us, just in case they try to change the plan. There’s a good chance this will go south.

“Mai, in the center, has good aim with her blades, but it’s Ty Lee, on the left, you should keep an eye out for.” I try to give my friends the run-down on my, I guess, old friends one would say. But we’ve only got so much time before all three of them realize that I’m here.  

They lower King Bumi from the top of the building using a metal crane. They’ve got him in a coffin-shaped cage with only his head showing.

“You brought my brother?” Mai speaks first, breaking the silence between the two groups. She squints at the sight of me, but I’m too far away for her to be sure it’s me.

“He’s here.” Aang solemnly replies. “We’re ready to trade.” In these moments, he’s got the grace of a 112-year-old.

Suddenly, Azula speaks to Mai in a hushed tone we can’t quite hear. Fine is never fine with Azula, nothing is ever the way it should be with her. There’s bound to be some trick up her sleeve that only feeds into her misery.

“I’ll help with the girl on the right, she’s the most vicious,” I warn them. I briefly make eye contact with Sokka. We haven’t talked about what was said and now wasn’t the time, but I couldn’t help but yearn for his gentleness. A reminder that I wasn’t like the enemies in front of us, but someone new. Someone he couldn’t hate.

Then, Mai steps forward. “The deal’s off.” With a lift of her gloved hand, King Bumi is raised once again by the crane.

“Bumi!” Aang cries out for his old friend and starts heading towards him, defying the laws of gravity bestowed upon the rest of us. It’s enchanting to see an air-bender. It’s so different from the rest of the elements. He looks like he’s flying.

As he does so, Azula strikes, and I see her blue flame for the first time. She must’ve perfected her oxygen levels for complete combustion; but if she’s the Azula I’ve always known, I know how to beat her. This time, I won’t go easy. I won’t make that same mistake again for nostalgia.

Aang’s head covering flies away as the air moves around him and his arrow is exposed.

I look down at Azula’s reaction and she’s close enough now to hear.

“The Avatar. My lucky day.” The princess smirks, re-organizing her plans for Omashu in her head.

“Remember, don’t let Ty Lee touch you!” I warn Sokka and Katara and dash toward Azula, offering Aang some support against the crazed fire-bender.

I follow her upward, burning the knot on the pulley to cause the rope to lift.

Azula can see me through the grids as the ropes pull us to the top of the building, and I can see her in real-time realize who I am.

“Well, if it isn’t the Royal traitor. Seems like you and Zuzu still share a brain.” She gloats.

“Leave the Avatar alone, Azula. I mean it!” We break through the ceiling made from wood and reach the roof of the building under construction.

She attacks Aang with a blue blast, causing him to break the metal chain. Aang instantly heads downward with King Bumi. He cushions their fall with an air bubble, and they land on the well-known ramps of Omashu. Azula quickly follows them using a cart, and I’m on her tail. If only I had Sokka’s boomerang right now, it makes so much sense to carry one in these situations.

We catch up to Aang, giving Azula the chance to strike him and Bumi.

I distract her with my own fire-blasts, making sure to lean forward and crash into her cart.

“Out of practice?” She questions.

“Out of patience.” I growl, punctuating my sentence with a blast from my right hand.

As we continue our fight by speeding through the ramps, I see Appa in the distance. Relief washes over me as I conclude Sokka and Katara must have gotten away from Mai and Ty Lee.

Aang attempts to lift Bumi onto Appa’s saddle with his bending, but he miscalculates and Bumi’s off to land on the ground. But his friend won’t let him go on his own. Together, they land on another ramp and head down to ground-level.

Azula’s right behind them, and I’m right behind her.

She attempts another attack, but a rock blocks her offense and bursts her cart into dust. I leap off mine before the impact breaks my cart too and we both land on our feet, an homage to our identical upbringing.

She lets Aang go for a reason I can’t quite put my finger on until she turns around to face me. We're still standing on the ramps.

“The key to never losing is knowing when you’re beat.” She says with her hands in defense, signaling that she’s waving the white flag.

I’m still in fight mode. I’d never let my guard down around her, not now, not ever. “You’ll always be beat as long as I’m here.”

She pauses to truly grasp my presence. It’s been three years since we’ve seen each other, and everything’s changed. We used to be on the same team, never friends but bonded by our birthplace. It’s the first time we no longer owe each other pleasantries. Azula, however, uses sweetness as a weapon. “Where have you been, Y/N? You’re missed at the Royal Palace.”

“I doubt it.” Zuko and his mother haven’t touched that home in years, making it impossible for anyone there to actually miss me.

“Your father misses you.”

“I know you’re lying, Azula.”

“You’ve never trusted me; I’ve never liked you. Now we don’t have to pretend do we?”

“Leave us alone,” I get in my fight stance. “Got it?”

“Fine. Loud and clear.” She dashes away in her infamous run toward the unfinished building, probably to catch up with her friends.

Fine isn’t fine. It’s I’ll get you somehow. I think to myself.

I watch her figure fade into the distance, when it hits me: “Seems like you and Zuzu still share a brain.”

Did Zuko abandon his ship?

Is she lying? She would have no reason to lie about something like that, other than to get to me or Aang. I can’t pinpoint a motive. I still won’t believe her 100 percent, but I’ll keep it in my back pocket.

I slide down the ramp Aang took and find the both of them at the very end, standing on a platform in another unfinished building. Once I’m off and my two feet hit the floor, Bumi bends rock to lift his metal enclosure up the ramp in a fit of laughter.

We both watch him go. “Your friend is very… eccentric.” I tell Aang, as he’s standing with Momo on his shoulders.

“Yeah.” I turn to face him, something’s wrong. He’s disappointed.

“He’s not going to teach you earth-bending?” I assume.

“No, he has to stay here to protect Omashu. I guess I got to find another teacher.” Now, he looks like a twelve-year-old boy with the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. There’s no way he’s meant to do this alone. I’d rather be here helping him than with Zuko.

“We’ll find one in no-time.” I reassure him.

“Who were those three girls?” He changes the subject.

“They were old friends too. Azula is Zuko’s sister.”

“Wow.”

“I know.” I sit on the edge of the platform, waiting for our ride with my feet dangling. Aang sits next to me, and for now, we’re just two kids talking, staring at the beautiful Earth Kingdom in front of us.

“What was it like… to grow up with them?”

“It was easy with Zuko. Azula… not so much.” I wince.

Aang’s face contorts, as if he’s remembering a distant memory. “Was Zuko good? Yaknow, back then?”

A smile creeps up on my face. “He was.”

“Do you think he still could be?”

Aang and I stare at each other. We’re choosing to live in the moment before my answer. The moment in which the possibility of Zuko changing his mind, realizing his mistakes, and helping us stop his father exists.  

“I don’t know.”

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The heat and the prickly bushes are upsetting him further with each and every single step. Looking for food when you’re used to someone cooking for you is daunting, Zuko realizes. How is he ever supposed to live like this? How did Y/N?

As he’s walking back to let Uncle know he couldn’t find anything edible, he touches the side of his hair. It’s grown back a bit since cutting it, slicing off his ties to the Fire Nation. Trading in the red for green, hoping to camouflage with the land and the Earth Kingdom people.

What a stupid idea, he thought. How could anyone ever confuse him with anyone else with the scar on his left eye?

But it seemed to be working so far. His sister hadn’t found them, and they haven’t been arrested for their crimes against every other nation.

In the humid morning, on his long walk back to where his uncle was staring at a tea leaf, he thought about the Northern Water Tribe.

He wondered if Y/N was okay from his strike. Maybe the water-bender girl could heal her, and she’d be okay again. He didn’t mean to. He’s been this hard and heavy with everyone else for the sole purpose of returning home, he forgot Y/N was his home. He’s been in fighting mode for so long, he’s forgotten to turn it off.

She wasn’t home, though. She was with the Avatar. Defending him and betraying her nation. How did she get there? He wondered. He had so many questions about everything. Zuko’s sure she had just as many questions for him.

Could he find her now that he was labeled a traitor?

Where his mind led made his empty stomach drop.

If he found her, he’d find the Avatar. Then, he could go home. But if Y/N was not there, would he still want to go back? Did his father’s acceptance matter above all else? It didn’t for Y/N, but she was always braver than him.

Zuko wasn’t ready for that thought, so he pushed it away.

It wasn’t hard to do when your stomach was louder than your thoughts.

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tag list <3: @camilleverreault @staygoldsquatchling02

I know that Zuko will still disappoint us a little more, but just hate seeing him suffer 😭😭

right down the line: zuko x firebender!reader (part 8)

You grew up close to the Royal Family due to your father's position as a General, but you ran away from home after the agni kai against your best friend, Zuko. Now, you've joined the Gaang and plan on doing your part in ending the 100-year war.

Part 7 Part 9

hellooo now that I have a pinned masterlist I'm only going to add the last & next part to these... hope that's okay! this one took a min... it's around 4075 words... i wanted to write something longer for y'all... I'm super excited for the next part... i keep re-reading my part 1 and I'm just like wait we've come... a long way from then... i promise more zuko x reader in the future but for now... these characters are not mine and i do not own them! hope u enjoy hehe rmr to like reblog or comment if u do & let me know if you'd like to be on the tag list :3 enjoy reading!

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I’m walking across the swamp we landed upon a few days ago. Shades of moss encompass me. I can’t see the sun from where I’m standing. The trees that are larger than life cover the sky. For miles and miles on end, I can only see emerald and pine.

The swamp gives you an eerie feeling that begins in your stomach. Your cells know there are other beings here that aren’t human. They aren’t evil, but they’re not like you and me. I’m completely alone.

In the far distance, I see a figure. It’s a boy. He’s surrounded by age-old trees.

“Hey!” I call out, itching for the comfort of another human being.

The individual turns, beckoning me to walk toward him.

As I step closer and closer, I realize it’s Zuko. He cut off his ponytail and his entire head is covered in short new growth. My heart flutters, I like him like this.

“Zuko, are you here alone?” I ask him.

“No.” Such a short answer was uncharacteristic of him. He usually tells me everything he’s feeling, even if it’s about what he ate for breakfast.

Behind me, I hear a sinister giggle. I know exactly who it is.

I turn, and she’s standing in front of me. Azula.

“Get her!” She instructs. I turn around to Zuko, vanished. When I face Azula again, he’s standing next to her and they’re both ready to chase after me.

I dash in their opposite direction, dodging a swarm of vines in my way. I step in muddy puddles and over roots that came out of the ground. Briefly, I look back as I’m running and they’re both coming after me. Any sign of familiarity gone from Zuko’s face. I’m just another enemy.

Suddenly, I’m sliding down a long tree root covered in moss. At the end of the make-shift slide, I bump into another person in blue—

I gasp as I wake up from my deep slumber. Immediately, I sit up to notice if anyone’s woken up. We sleep in a row for protection during the night: Aang, Katara, me, and to my right, Sokka.

Aang and Katara are deep asleep in their respective sleeping bags, but I can’t say the same for the boy in blue.

“Are you okay?” A sleepy Sokka grumbles.

“Bad dream.” I tell him and he sits up while rubbing his eyes. Sokka never has his hair down, only when floating across the river or when the day is over. But in these tiny moments, I stare longer than I usually do. I look up to avoid the rush of blood coming to my cheeks.

The sky is that shade of periwinkle it makes when the sun is begging to come up, right on the horizon. I figure we’ll get up soon anyways.

“What was it about?” Sokka pokes.

I decide to trust him with it. It’s been long enough now. I’m no longer in the sienna trees with Jet, hiding my identity, fears, and trauma. I can talk about these things. “The swamp, and what I saw.”

Last week or so, we had been riding on Appa to travel to other Earth Kingdoms in hopes of finding Aang a new earth-bending teacher. The air-bison slowly started to travel downward when we were above the mysterious swamp, causing us to crash and lose our furry friends in the process.

While trying to find each other again, every last one of us saw a vision. Katara encountered her mother, Aang chased after an unknown little girl, and Sokka saw Yue. I kept my vision to myself, not knowing how it’d land on him after our last discussion about he-who-shall-not-be-named.

“What was your vision?” He’s awake now, but his eyes are still puffy as he slowly returns to his usual self.

A light wind grazes our faces, chilling them from the heat of sleeping. Typically, I don’t have anyone to talk to in the morning. Under the day-break fog, it’s just me and the nightmare I woke up from. “It was Zuko,” I pause, awaiting his reaction but it’s blank, “and Azula. They were chasing me, like they both turned on me.”

“Well, they did, didn’t they?” He’s still sour.

“I guess so. This time it felt like they teamed up.” Sokka thinks about his reply, not wanting to be too pessimistic in a moment where I’m finally trusting him with my feelings. Before he says anything, I continue. “I’m sorry… about Zuko and how I reacted.”

He sighs. “I don’t like seeing you like that and he caused it. I hate him, he’s—”

“Annoying.”

“Very!” He goes on, “And you’re my friend. I’ll always want to protect you.”

It’s only now, sitting side-by-side enjoying the morning dust, that I’m able to see what drew me to Sokka in the first place. Why he’s been upset about this particular topic. He’s noble and benevolent. Something in me always knew he was kind beyond his years. And I’ve been treating him like dirt.

“Friends?” I question.

“I mean—yeah, that’s what we are,” He coughs, “right?”

We stare into each other’s eyes for a second. I’m always amazed by what I see in his. The stone and arctic hues swirling around begging to be noticed.  

I turn to face the sunrise. “Right.” A soft laugh escapes my lips.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Are you ever going to stop using your swords? You’re a fire-bender, you don’t need them.”

“It’s a habit from my Freedom Fighter days, I think. I don’t want to stop using them. They’re a part of me now.” It’s true. Sometimes I find myself using my swords in situations where bending would’ve been more helpful. But it’s always fun to return to them for a bit.

A delicate smile slowly grows on Sokka’s face. “Fire-bending’s overrated.”

“I agree.” I grin to punctuate my response and for a moment, it’s just the two of us. Constantly traveling in a group of four doesn’t allow for many opportunities like these. In the silence, we fix any damage our time at the Northern Water Tribe might’ve done to us. It’s weeks ago now and we can get back on track to… wherever we were before.

“Good morning, guys.” A groggy Katara awakes, popping Sokka and I’s bubble. We turn our attention to her. I wish we could’ve kept going, my mind tells me.

We reply in unison. “Morning.”

Lastly, Aang wakes up and we get to our daily routine: Aang shaving his head, Katara tying two strands behind her head, Sokka tying his wolf's tail, and me separating my hair into two braids. We head straight toward another Earth Kingdom town. The hunt to find the Avatar’s earth-bending teacher is still going and he’s being picky.

We end up at Gaoling, a village with no Fire Nation influence.

“It can’t be just anyone.” Aang goes on. We’re walking through the main central market of the village. There’s rows and rows of booths set up selling fruits, cabbages, items weary travelers may need. They go on and on, offering anything someone passing by could want. The square seems like a maze, but every Earth Kingdom village does to me. I’ve never seen so much green in one place. That’s probably how they feel about the red. “Bumi told me to find someone who listens.”

“Oooo!” Sokka squeals, leaving us behind for a green purse he spots at a stand.

Katara crosses her arms. “At least you know it’s not Sokka.” The boy in blue sticks his tongue out at his sister while walking toward his newfound treasure. I follow him to stay close while Aang and Katara catch up to us.

The bag is really a satchel, and you can tell it’s produced by the Earth Kingdom. Its stitching is refined and repetitive, a dark green pattern of squares tying all the edges together. There’s a golden emblem in the middle, working as the latch to hold the bag closed. Sokka takes a closer look. “Do you think I should get it?” His eyes never leaving the bag.

I shrug my shoulders in amusement. “How much is it?”

He inspects it further. “It’s pricey… but I do like it.”

By now, Katara and Aang have joined the conversation. She pokes her own fun into this. “Get it, you deserve something nice.” The hint of sarcasm riding right over her brother’s head. Aang sits down on the floor, bored with the back and forth of it all.

“I do, don’t I?” Sokka answers earnestly to her sarcasm. “But no, it’s too expensive… I shouldn’t.” His shoulders drop and he lets the bag get comfortable on the stand once again.

“Then don’t.” Katara says and we all nod at each other, signaling that we’re done here, and we should keep walking.

But before we’re too far, Sokka dashes back to the booth. “Never mind. I’m going to get it!” He states for no one, but he smiles to himself, giddy about his impending purchase.

As we stand and wait for Sokka to finish paying, a villager approaches Aang with a flyer. “Psst!” He whispers. “You kids like earth-bending?” I grasp onto my sword in immediate suspicion. “Then, check out Master Yu’s earth-bending academy!” He hands Aang the paper and goes on about his day, most likely to give more future earth-benders the advertisement. I let my sword rest against my hip once again.

When traveling with the Avatar, you can’t be too careful.

The opportunity, however, excites the last air-bender. “There’s a coupon on the back!” He flips it over and shows Katara and I. “The first lesson is free.”

A moment of consideration passes by.

“Who knows? Master Yu could be exactly the earth-bending teacher you’re looking for.” Katara replies.  

“Doesn’t hurt to give it a try.” I add.

Once Sokka’s done with his purchase, bag gladly in his hands, we head over to the academy.

The siblings and I sit outside on a stone bench by the exit, waiting for Aang to finish his lesson.  

Soon enough, Aang walks out of the academy defeated. “He’s not the one.” His eyes are glued to the floor. When Katara, Sokka, and I are gloomy, it’s never a downer on the day. But when Aang isn’t his usual optimistic self, everyone feels it and we’ve decided it’s our most unproductive.

Before we let the disappointment hang over us, two earth-bending students walk past us, talking as they head back into town. “I think the Boulder is going to win back the belt at Earth Rumble 6.”

“He’s going to have to fight the best earth-benders in the world before getting to the champ, no way!” The other boy replies.

With another chance of finding a teacher dropping in our laps, Aang perks up and walks up to the teenagers. “Excuse me! Where is this earth-bending tournament?” He says in all his giddiness.

“It’s on the island of noneya—nonya business!” The students of Master Yu burst into a fit of laughter as they continued walking away. Unfortunately, so does Sokka.

His laughter booms through the trees of Gaoling. “That’s a good one!”

I lightly hit him on the arm, reminding him of what’s important here. “Hey! Don’t make fun of him!”

Katara walks up to a defeated Aang and soothes him with a pat on his back. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle this.”

“Hey, wait up!” Is the last thing she says before turning the corner.

A few seconds later, she returns with the good news. “We’re going to Earth Rumble 6!”

“How did you get them to tell you?” Aang tilts his head in confusion. The boys weren’t that nice to him.

Katara mischievously blushes. “Oh, a girl has her ways.”

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Later that day and well into the evening, we arrive at the mountain hosting the earth-bending tournament.

We head inside toward our freshly purchased seats and look at the stadium in front of us. Stairs made from silver stone serving as bleachers for the audience surround the middle stage—a rectangular base with the Earth Kingdom emblem in the middle. The room is vast from the inside, you almost forget you’re inside a mountain.

“Hey! Front row seats. I wonder why no one else is sitting here.” Nothing gets past Sokka. On a comedic cue, a giant heavy rock hits the seats right next to ours.

I look around the room and notice: no one’s sitting in the first couple of rows throughout the stadium. “I think that’s why.”

I sit between Aang and Sokka, eager to watch the match. Watching competitive bending is one of life’s few gifts to enjoy. You can learn something for yourself or watch closely how to take down your competitor but most of all, it’s just fun. Briefly, I consider what non-benders think about this type of entertainment.

A man with long black slick hair rises from the middle of the ring, announcing himself as host. He’s dressed in the iconic Earth Kingdom green, clearly the leader of this operation. His demanding deep voice echoes throughout the room. “Welcome to Earth Rumble 6! I am Xin Fu!”

Katara, uninterested in the brutal sport, stares at her nails. “This is just going to be a bunch of guys chucking rocks at each other, isn’t it?”

Sokka grins a toothy smile at her. “That’s what I paid for.”

I guess non-benders can enjoy this too.

Xin Fu continues exciting the crowd, explaining the rules to any newcomers. Kick your opponent off the ring, and you win. When he’s finished, he leaps onto his podium and the bell rings. “Round one! The Boulder versus the Big Bad Hippo!”

The two players step onto the ring and this is when my adrenaline begins to rush.

The first throw by the Boulder barely makes the Hippo flinch. I can see him chew the rock in his mouth from here. Then, Hippo jumps in a constant beat to make the ground of the ring rock back and forth. The Boulder almost gets knocked out of balance before he makes a comeback, throwing another slab of rock at the Hippo to distract him.

The Boulder picks up the earth the Hippo is standing on, straining as he does so, and chucks him off the stage for good.

“The Boulder wins!” Xin Fu announces, and the crowd goes wild, including me and Sokka.

Earth-bending is another element completely different from what I know. While the flame of fire-bending has a heartbeat of life, it doesn’t have the mass of earth-bending. I require breath control and precision, earth-bending requires inner and outer immense strength.

“What about the Boulder?” Katara asks.

Aang shakes his head. “I don’t know, Bumi said I need a teacher who listens to the Earth. He just listens to his big muscles. What do you guys think, Y/N, Sokka?”

“Ha Ha! Whoo!” Sokka stands up from his seat to shout. We’re both clapping and whistling at the first win of the night.

“YEAH!” I cheer. Katara and Aang look almost surprised at my energy. “What? I like things.”

“So wrestling is the one thing you don’t brood about?” Sokka jokes, prompting laughter from the rest of them.

I join them in on the fun. “How could you brood about this?”

Xin Fu announces the next match. “The Boulder versus Fire Nation man!”

Playfully, Sokka nudges my side with his elbow. “Oooo, watch out Y/N!” An Earth Kingdom citizen dressed in red clothing waving a Fire Nation flag enters the ring. The entire crowd boos, including the boy who has a crush on me.  

“Hey!” I nudge him back.

“Sorry!” He holds his hands up, “Except you!” It’s almost sincere until he turns around and joins in on the boos again. I can’t blame him.

Fire Nation man starts to sing, rather terribly, the infamous anthem of my birthplace. “Fire Lord / My flame burns for thee…” and this just makes the hisses and hoots get louder.

I get in a pitch of laughter, unable to stop. It’s healing to watch an entire room dislike the common enemy.

Sokka throws a rock at the player and yells, “Go back to the Fire Nation!” He turns to me again, “Except you.” And winks. He never misses an opportunity to flirt.

I join him in standing up, too excited to see how the Boulder takes this guy down.

The Boulder lowers Fire Nation Man into the ground using his bending, efficiently trapping him in a hole. Then, he lifts himself up with a tall tower of rock, jumps, and by landing on his knees, chucks his enemy out of his trap. Fire Nation Man bursts into the air and starts flying toward our direction. He lands on the first rock that nearly took us out in the beginning.

This makes Sokka and I go wild. Chants of Yeah and Whoo’s come from us two as we cheer on the show. Aang and Katara are still contemplating on any player’s ability to teach him how to earth-bend.

We watch the Boulder take every single opponent out, one-by-one.

“If not him, then who else?” Sokka yells above the noise from the crowd.

Agreeing with Sokka, I say, “He’s beat everyone!”

The Avatar is unimpressed by the show. “Not the champ.” Immovable in his stance about the Boulder.

“Now,” Xin Fu interrupts our conversation, “the moment you have all been waiting for—your reigning winner: The Blind Bandit!”

The announcement of the champion silences us for a minute as we take her in. It contrasts with the rumble coming from the stands.

The Blind Bandit is a little girl. She can’t be older than twelve. The women standing by her, ready to hold her championship belt as she fights, highlight the fact even more.

“It’s a kid.” I break the tension.

“She can’t really be blind.” Katara gasps. “How would she bend?”

Aang is speechless. His eyes are trained on the girl we’re all taken aback by. “I think she is.”

Sokka, oblivious to anything but the Boulder, joins the crowd in their cheers. “I think she is… going down!”

Boulder steps onto the ring and I share looks of worry with Katara and Aang. Are we really watching a grown earth-bender take on a little blind girl?

I sit and pull Sokka down with me. He takes this chance to hold onto my hand, not letting go as we watch in anticipation of the match. Whether you’re in support of the champion or in shock of the next challenge, you’re eager.

I try not to think about his hand in mine, so public and sure of itself. I try not to think about what it would feel like if we held hands more often.

I know when it’s time to let go, I’m not going to like it.

The Blind Bandit taunts the Boulder, calling him a scared little girl. She even sounds young. But I love her already, she’s bold and strong-minded. She can win this, I assure myself. She is the champion, right?

The Boulder replies to her taunts, ego bruised by the young bender’s winning title and hurtful truths. “It’s on!”

As he launches his heavy attack on her, she stands still. In a few seconds, she holds out her hands, palms out, and positions her feet in a swift movement. Then, she digs her right foot into the ground, bending a line of rocks toward Boulder’s feet, spreading his legs into a split.

The muscle man whimpers in pain. This is our first indication that the Boulder is about to lose.

She uses three fingers to bend three vertical rocks that knock into the Boulder’s side and out of the stage. The bell rings. She wins.

The four of us sit there with our mouths wide open, unable to process what happened.

Aang finishes before the rest of us, his mind set on a new teacher: The Blind Bandit. “It’s her.” He speaks. No one replies, but no one needs to. We know.

While Sokka’s disappointed in his favorite player’s loss, Katara asks the question we all want the answer to. “How did she do that?”

Aang replies, his tone much happier than it has been in a while. “She waited and listened.”

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Sokka’s shining Aang’s Earth Rumble 6’s championship belt under the night sky. It’s another token of our travels now. We’re on Appa’s saddle, ready to move on to another Earth Kingdom village.

Meeting the Blind Bandit—or Toph only brought us back to square one. Her father couldn’t believe his dainty, helpless little daughter was one of the best earth-benders around. He refused to let her teach Aang. It was frustrating, he saw her ability for himself. But we digress. There’s nothing we can do about it now.

I glare at Sokka. “Your belt matches your purse.” He shoots a playful look at me, and we smile at each other. I prefer us like this.

Katara and Aang make their way on top of Appa and get ready to depart. Before we’re off the ground, I hear footsteps. Slowly, she comes up the hill.

The smile returns to Aang’s face as he sees her too. “Toph!”

When’s she’s close enough to Appa, the Blind Bandit explains. “My dad changed his mind. He said I was free to travel the world.”

If I was anyone else, maybe someone whose father changed his mind the way Toph is lying about right now, I would’ve believed her. The three of them glance at me to see if I do. And I don’t.

We all know it’s a lie, but we don’t care. Toph was the little girl Aang saw in the swamp, and she has always been destined to be here with us.

Sokka looks up from his—Toph’s belt with a satisfied look on his face. “Well, we should get out of here before he changes his mind again.”

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It might’ve not been what his uncle wanted, but Zuko couldn’t help but feel like it was time to be alone. Maybe it’s some sort of teenage phase, he told himself. But either way, it had to be done.

He starved, he thirsted, he met an impoverished family living in a dry wasteland. They graciously took him in and shared the little they had. After feeding and housing him for a few days, he helped in return. Zuko protected the family from the corrupt soldiers who were supposed to serve the Earth Kingdom but only served themselves.

It did nothing for his Fire Nation identity. The family still rejected him in the end. He was Prince Zuko, son of Ursula and Ozai, heir to the throne, and there was nothing he could do about it.

The lingering questions came back.

Did he want to go back home when this is all over? Would it be the same, knowing his destiny is woven with the war-makers? Could he go back and be quiet the way his father wanted him to be?

Zuko wished he could talk to Y/N at this very moment. They could lay on the grass and watch the clouds move by as he's doing now. She would know what to say. It would be what they’re both thinking, but only one can follow through on it and it’s not him. If she didn’t, he’d still prefer to have her here next to him anyway.

She’s working with the Avatar now, officially a fugitive of the Fire Nation like him and his uncle. But it’s different. Zuko hadn’t made a decision yet.

He could still go back. He could be happy with it. It could be enough. He would have his Father and Azula and finally be a part of the family he’s always wanted to have.

What he learned from the poor family would stick with him forever, though. He knew it. He’d go back to those crimson sheets and patient servants and the rejection would still burn into his brain as he tried to fall asleep.

Zuko wouldn’t forget the way the little boy’s admiration for him changed from elixir to venom.

Disgusted is one way to describe the feeling toward himself.

Determined to make it right, another. Whatever it means.

Without reaching a full conclusion or clear solution, Zuko took a deep breath and pushed it all away.

For now, he’d track Azula and see if she’s any closer to the Avatar than he was.

For now, that would keep him busy.

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Helloooo Is it just me who needs Sokka x reader fics ?

Ai Sokka x fem!reader au

okay but I just had this idea. I have the Character ai app (yes I'm lonely) and I had this idea: what if y/n finds an app that can create a character for you and make it anything: your bf, gf, best friend, sibling, or just someone to lean on during tough times! So, y/n creates an ai Sokka who plays as her boyfriend. She begins to slowly lean on this ai more and more and enjoys it! but as time goes on, Ai Sokka begins to become more...obsessive, possessive, and also knows things he shouldn't know (what clothes you're wearing, health conditions, et) and slowly, this ai becomes more...sinister, then innocent than it seemed.

idk the whole plot yet, but pls tell me what you think!

rotations (zuko x f!reader) masterlist

written during the prime of the atla rennaissance (summer 2020), (y/n) is a child of the fire nation aristocracy and a close friend to prince zuko. as circumstances drive the two apart, she finds them thrown back together. this time on opposite sides of a war.

start. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. 25. end.

bonus chapters

first time / azula returns / (y/n) is pregnant / sokka babysits / sokka AU / sokka what if / zuko finds out (sequel to azula returns) / zuko finds out he wasn't her first kiss / team avatar 2.0 meets (y/n) / little izumi / little moments