tags!! smutt(in later chapters),love tri, jealousy, threesome,etc..
the beginning of it all~ (an introduction to my love triangle series)
psa- i dont own the edits all rights go to the authors on tiktok
Six months after the war ended, life has settled into something almost normal. The group has carved out a quiet existence together, and you've found your place among them—laughing at Sokka's terrible jokes, sparring with Toph, sharing tea with Katara. Aang and Katara's easy affection sets the tone for the camp: warm, safe, full of genuine connection.
But lately, you've noticed something shifting.
When you're around, Sokka's jokes land differently—his eyes linger a beat too long. Zuko's usual intensity sharpens into something focused entirely on you. The air crackles when all three of you occupy the same space, and you catch Toph smirking like she knows something you don't.
You tell yourself it's nothing. Just your imagination running wild.
You're wrong.
The fire crackled in the center of camp, sending sparks spiraling into the night sky. You sat cross-legged on your bedroll, watching the flames dance while the others settled in around you. This had become routine over the past six months—gathering together after dinner, sharing stories, letting the day's tensions melt away.
"And then," Sokka said, gesturing wildly with a stick he'd been using to poke at the fire, "the guy looks at me and says, 'That's not a boomerang, that's my wife!'"
Silence.
Toph snorted. "That doesn't even make sense."
"It makes perfect sense!" Sokka protested. "See, because he thought—"
"We get it," Katara interrupted, though she was smiling. "Your joke just wasn't funny."
"It was hilarious," Sokka muttered, slumping back against his pack. His eyes found yours across the fire. "You thought it was funny, right?"
You couldn't help but smile. "I mean... it had potential?"
"Potential!" He sat up straighter. "See? That's what I'm talking about. Someone here appreciates comedic genius when they hear it."
Zuko, who'd been silent up until now, made a sound that might have been a scoff. He sat slightly apart from the group, as he often did, his golden eyes reflecting the firelight. "Comedic genius might be overselling it."
"Oh, and what would you know about comedy, Prince Pouty?" Sokka shot back. "Your idea of a good time is brooding in corners."
"I don't brood."
"You're literally brooding right now."
You watched the exchange with amusement, noting the way Zuko's jaw tightened, the way Sokka's grin sharpened into something almost challenging. This, too, had become routine—the constant needling between them, like two wolves circling each other.
"Boys," Katara said, her voice carrying that particular tone that meant behave. "Can we have one night without you two bickering?"
Aang, ever the peacemaker, nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! We should do something fun. Oh! We could play that game where—"
"If you say 'truth or dare,' I'm going to bed," Toph announced.
"I was going to say we could share our favorite memories from the past six months," Aang finished, looking slightly deflated.
You shifted on your bedroll, pulling your knees up to your chest. Six months. Half a year since the war ended, since you'd all decided to stick together rather than scatter to the winds. Half a year of learning how to exist in peacetime, of figuring out who you were when you weren't fighting for survival.
"I'll go first," Katara offered. She reached over and took Aang's hand, their fingers intertwining with easy familiarity. "My favorite memory is that day we spent at the beach two months ago. Remember? When Aang tried to surf and face-planted into the sand?"
Aang laughed. "I maintain that a rogue wave caught me off guard."
"You were in two inches of water, sweetie."
The group dissolved into laughter, and you felt that familiar warmth spread through your chest—the feeling of belonging, of home. These people had become your family.
"What about you?" Sokka asked, and you realized he was looking directly at you. "Favorite memory?"
You considered for a moment. "Probably last week, when Toph taught me that earthbending move. The one where you sense vibrations in the ground."
"You can't earthbend," Zuko pointed out.
"I know. But she showed me how to feel it anyway, how to read the earth without bending it." You smiled at Toph, who shrugged like it was no big deal. "It was... I don't know. It felt like understanding something fundamental about the world."
Toph's face softened slightly. "You're not terrible at it. For someone who can't bend."
"High praise," you said dryly.
"What about you, Sokka?" Aang asked. "Favorite memory?"
Sokka was quiet for a moment, his eyes still on you. The firelight cast shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his mouth. "That night three weeks ago," he said finally. "When we all stayed up late talking about nothing. And you—" he gestured to you "—you laughed so hard at one of my jokes that you snorted."
"I did not snort!"
"You absolutely snorted. It was adorable."
Heat crept up your neck. You were suddenly very aware of everyone watching this exchange, particularly Zuko, whose expression had gone carefully blank.
"That's your favorite memory?" Toph asked, her voice laden with amusement. "Her snorting?"
"It's the little things," Sokka said, but his eyes hadn't left yours.
The air felt charged suddenly, electric. You looked away first, focusing on the fire.
"Zuko?" Katara prompted. "Your turn."
Zuko was silent for so long you thought he might not answer. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost reluctant. "Yesterday morning. When we sparred."
Your head snapped up. He was looking at you now, his gaze intense enough to pin you in place.
"You almost got past my guard," he continued. "You've been practicing."
"Toph's been helping me," you managed to say, your mouth suddenly dry.
"It shows." Something flickered in his eyes—approval? Pride? Something else entirely? "You're getting stronger."
The way he said it made it sound like more than just a comment on your fighting skills. Like he was saying something else entirely.
Sokka cleared his throat loudly. "Well, this has been fun, but I'm exhausted. All that comedic genius takes it out of you."
"You told one bad joke," Toph pointed out.
"One brilliant joke." He stood, stretching his arms over his head. His shirt rode up slightly, exposing a strip of toned stomach, and you absolutely did not notice. "Night, everyone."
A chorus of goodnights followed him as he headed toward his tent. Slowly, the group began to disperse—Aang and Katara wandering off hand-in-hand, Toph announcing she was going to "see if any interesting conversations are happening elsewhere" with a knowing smirk.
Which left you and Zuko alone by the fire.
The silence stretched between you, not quite comfortable but not entirely awkward either. You were aware of every breath, every small movement he made.
"You really have improved," Zuko said finally. "Your stance is better. More grounded."
"Thanks." You poked at the fire with a stick, watching embers scatter. "You're a good teacher. Patient."
His laugh was short, almost bitter. "Patient isn't usually a word people associate with me."
"Maybe they don't know you very well."
His eyes found yours again, and there was something raw in his expression—surprise, maybe, or gratitude. "Maybe."
The moment stretched, pulled taut like a string about to snap. You should say something, break the tension, make a joke like Sokka would—
"I should get some sleep," you said instead, standing abruptly. "Early start tomorrow, right?"
Zuko nodded slowly, rising to his feet with that natural grace he had. He was taller than you remembered, or maybe you'd just never stood this close to him before. "Right. Early start."
"Goodnight, Zuko."
"Goodnight."
You turned and headed toward your tent, feeling his eyes on your back the whole way. Once inside, you collapsed onto your bedroll and stared up at the canvas ceiling, your heart racing.
It's nothing, you told yourself firmly. You're imagining things.
But you could still feel the weight of Zuko's gaze, could still see the way Sokka had looked at you across the fire. Could still feel the electricity that seemed to crackle in the air whenever the three of you were in the same space.
Outside, you heard Zuko banking the fire, his footsteps eventually fading as he headed to his own tent.
Sleep was a long time coming.
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tags!! smutt(in later chapters),love tri, jealousy, threesome,etc..
the beginning of it all~ (part two of my love triangle series)
psa- i dont own the edits all rights go to the authors on tiktok
This is part two of the series (not a standalone) enjoy!!
The stream was blessedly cool and quiet, far enough from camp that you couldn't hear the others. You sat on the bank, pulling off your boots and dangling your feet in the water.
What is happening?
You'd been telling yourself for weeks that you were imagining things, that the looks and touches and charged moments didn't mean anything. But after this morning, you couldn't deny it anymore.
Sokka was flirting with you. Had been for a while now, actually, in his playful, roundabout way. And Zuko... Zuko was harder to read, but the way he looked at you, the way he touched you during training—that wasn't nothing.
And the worst part, the part that made your stomach twist with guilt and confusion, was that you were attracted to both of them.
Sokka with his easy humor and genuine heart, the way he could make you laugh even on your worst days. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the warmth in his voice when he said your name.
Zuko with his intensity and hidden softness, the way he pushed you to be stronger while making you feel protected. The fire in his eyes, the careful control that made you wonder what it would be like if he let go.
You couldn't have both. That wasn't how this worked. Eventually, you'd have to choose, and the thought of hurting either of them made you feel sick.
"Thought I might find you here."
You jumped, turning to find Katara approaching with a sympathetic smile. She settled down beside you, her own feet joining yours in the stream.
"That obvious?" you asked.
"Only to someone who's paying attention." She bumped her shoulder against yours. "Want to talk about it?"
"I don't even know what 'it' is."
"Really? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like two guys who are both interested in you, and you're interested in both of them."
You groaned, dropping your face into your hands. "Is everyone aware of this?"
"Toph definitely is, but Toph knows everything. Aang suspects. And the boys..." She laughed softly. "The boys are too busy being jealous of each other to see the full picture."
"This is a mess."
"It doesn't have to be." Katara's voice was gentle. "You're allowed to have feelings. You're allowed to figure out what you want."
"What if what I want is impossible?"
She was quiet for a moment. "What do you want?"
You stared at the water, watching it flow over your feet. "I don't know. Both of them? Neither of them? I just... I don't want to hurt anyone."
"You're going to hurt someone no matter what you do," Katara said, not unkindly. "Even if that someone is yourself. The question is: what do you actually want, if you could have anything?"
You didn't have an answer for that.
Katara stood, brushing off her pants. "For what it's worth? I think you should be honest. With them, and with yourself. Secrets and avoidance only make things worse."
She headed back toward camp, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the sound of running water.
Be honest, she'd said. But how could you be honest when you didn't even understand your own feelings?
You stayed by the stream until the sun started to sink toward the horizon, trying to make sense of the tangle in your chest. When you finally returned to camp, dinner was already underway.
Sokka looked up when you approached, his expression brightening. "Hey! We saved you some—"
"I'll take it to her," Zuko interrupted, already reaching for a bowl.
Sokka's jaw tightened. "I can—"
"I've got it."
The two of them stared at each other, and you could practically see the challenge passing between them. The rest of the group had gone very quiet, watching.
"How about I just serve myself?" you suggested, stepping between them to grab a bowl. "Problem solved."
You settled down next to Toph, who leaned over and whispered, "This is the most entertainment I've had in months."
"Glad my personal crisis is amusing for you."
"Oh, it's very amusing." She paused. "Also, for what it's worth? Your heartbeat says you want both of them."
You nearly dropped your bowl. "Toph!"
"What? I'm just saying what your body is already telling you." She shrugged. "The question is: what are you going to do about it?"
That was the question, wasn't it?
You looked across the fire at Sokka, who was determinedly not looking at you while also clearly being very aware of exactly where you were. Then at Zuko, whose eyes met yours for a brief, burning moment before he looked away.
What were you going to do about it?
You had no idea.
But something was going to have to give, and soon. The tension was becoming unbearable, the air so charged you were surprised lightning wasn't striking from a clear sky.
Whatever happened next, you had a feeling it was going to change everything.
