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I hate how every time a kid-friendly game that includes romance comes out (recent example: Tomodachi Life: Living The Dream), and fans express a desire for polyamory in the game, polyamphobic people come out of the wood works to say "Don't do that, that's a game kids play!"
Minors can be polyamorous. Minors can have polyamorous parents or other relatives. Minors are not harmed in any way by exposure of polyamory. I knew I was polyamorous by the age of 12. I felt extraordinarily othered by the lack of representation.
Polyamory isn't inherently some super explicit NSFW thing.
It's literally no different from the "don't let same-gender relationships exist in video games!" argument.
☆Fire Lord Zuko x Fem!reader x Avatar Aang ☆CW: Emotional themes. ☆Word Count: 1K ☆Summary: Reader makes a decision to move to republic city for a teaching job. Although it was hard leaving your family, it is time for a new beginning.
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Republic City only existed as an idea in your head. It is a place people spoke about like it was the future; crowded, evolving, full of possibility. A city where benders and non-benders lived side by side, where the old world and the new one were learning, slowly, how to exist together.
You wondered what it would be like to experience it for the wonder it was. The letter had arrived weeks ago, edges worn from travel, ink slightly smudged. They were building something new. They needed school systems and stability. And they needed teachers.
You had read it once, then again and again.
“You’re still looking at that thing?”
Your mother’s voice came from the doorway. You glanced up, the paper still held carefully between your fingers. “I’m just… thinking.”
She stepped further into the room, wiping her hands on her dress out of habit, her gaze settling on you in a way that made it impossible to hide anything.
“You’ve been thinking for three weeks.”
You huffed a quiet laugh, looking back down at the letter. “…It’s a big decision.”
“It is,” she agreed. “So what’s stopping you?”
You hesitated before speaking up.
“I’ve never lived anywhere else,” you admitted. “What if I get there and I hate it? Or I’m not good enough?”
“You were asked,” she cut in gently. “They chose you.”
“That doesn’t mean they were right.”
“It usually does.” You didn’t respond to that because part of you wanted to believe her and part of you was afraid to.
“You don’t have to go.” A quieter voice spoke from behind her.
Your father leaned against the frame, arms crossed, expression more difficult to read, but his eyes gave him away.
You swallowed slightly. “I know.”
“And if you stay,” he continued, “you’ll still be fine. You’ll still have a life here.”
You looked down at the letter again.
“I don’t think I want ‘fine.’”
The words surprised even you and the room went quiet. Your mother smiled first.
“…Then you already have your answer.”
Packing didn’t feel real at first until your room started to empty. Clothes folded into neat stacks. Books carefully chosen, some left behind, some too important to part with. Little pieces of your life, sorted into what would stay and what would follow you somewhere new.
“…You’re really going.” Your father’s voice came again.
You peered over your shoulder. He hadn’t moved far in but something about him felt different now. The uncertainty and reality of it had finally settled in.
“…Yeah,” you said softly.
He nodded once, like he didn't like it.
“Republic City’s far.”
“I know.”
“You won’t be able to just come back whenever you want.”
“I know that too.”
“…You’ll write?” he asks quietly.
You smiled a little. “Of course I will.” Your chest tightens as you speak.
He exhaled, something in his shoulders easing just slightly. “Good.”
Your mother appeared behind him, gently nudging his arm before stepping forward and pulling you into a hug.
“You’re going to do something important there,” she murmured. “Don’t let fear convince you otherwise.”
“I’ll try.” You closed your eyes for a moment, holding onto her.
“Don’t try,” she said softly. “Do it.”
You laughed weakly against her shoulder.
“…Okay.”
The morning you left, the sky felt like it was going to break open and fall on you. Your bags were lighter than you expected. Your father loaded the last of them in silence as your mother stood close to you, hands wrapped loosely around yours.
“You have everything?” she asked.
“I think so.”
“If you forgot something, you can always come back for it.”
You smiled faintly. “I don’t think that’s how moving works.”
“It is for us,” she insisted.
You hugged her again, tighter this time, then your father. His arms came around you after a second’s hesitation, firm, and grounding.
“…Be careful,” he said.
“I will.”
“…And don’t let people take advantage of you just because you’re kind.”
You pulled back slightly, giving him a look. “I won’t.”
“…Alright.”
It wasn’t goodbye in the way you expected. You took a step back and then, you left.
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The first time you saw the city, it overwhelmed you. Steel and stone rising higher than anything you had ever known. Streets that stretched endlessly filled with people who moved much quicker than you were used to. You wondered, briefly, if you had made a mistake. But this was your purpose right? It had to be.
Across the city, others had arrived for reasons of their own, by responsibility.
Aang had stood at the edge of the harbor only days before, watching ships come and go as the weight of the world settled on his shoulders. Republic City was meant to represent balance and balance didn’t come easily. Tensions lingered beneath the surface, between benders and non-benders, between tradition and progress. Small conflicts, easy to dismiss individually, but together they formed something more fragile than it appeared.
He had come to help stabilize it. To listen and guide where things were shifting before they broke.
Zuko had arrived with less patience for uncertainty. Where Aang saw imbalance to be understood, Zuko saw problems to be handled. There had been reports of disruptions along trade routes, whispers of organized groups forming in the outer districts, testing boundaries the city hadn’t fully established yet. Nothing large enough to call a crisis. Yet.
He had come to assess, to ensure that what was being built here didn’t collapse under its own ambition.
And then there was you. Unaware, settling into a small room that didn’t quite feel like home yet, unpacking pieces of your life into a place that hadn’t learned you. You stacked your books carefully on the new shelves, adorned your walls with paintings you made by the river, and placed embroidered cushions on the couch.
You told yourself this was enough, for now at least. This was a new start. A purpose you meant to fulfill to make yourself proud.
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