Although they had gotten better, tensions among the Earth Kingdom Colonies were still high and both sides were having difficulty keeping them under control. Eventually, an agreement was made for the daughter of a high-ranking Earth Kingdom General to marry Zuko - that daughter being yourself. Arranged marriages certainly weren’t unheard of in either nation - but a union of this sort was definitely unique.

Though he certainly wasn’t thrilled about it, Zuko understood that it was for the good of the people - and it wasn’t like there was anything he could do about it anyway. Even with his position as the recently crowned Fire Lord there still wasn’t much he could do.

On the other hand, you understandably had some issues coming to terms with your new situation at first. Despite being known by those around you as friendly and just a joy, in general, to be around - the woman Zuko had first met was quite the opposite. He could recall it like it was yesterday. Though it was awkward and stressful at the time, he now considered it to be the best day of his life.

“She’s in there.” A female servant whispered to the young man quietly, as if she didn’t want to speak loud enough for you to hear from your place at the balcony.

“Thanks,” he replied with a soft smile, bidding the elderly woman goodbye as she shuffled down the hallway. Turning towards you he was faced with a warm tropical breeze. His advisors had arranged for the two of you to meet a couple of weeks before that dreaded day, and for some reason, they thought Ember Island was the appropriate place. A combination of anxiety and general distaste for being on the island was causing him to be quite stressed - which led him to be more awkward than usual.

“Um, hello?” he spoke up faintly, as if not to startle you. He was sure you heard him come in, but you hadn’t turned around since he entered the small room. You stood several feet away with your hands placed on the railing, your [hair-texture] locks sifting gently with each gust of wind along with your predominantly red clothing. It was against what you had wanted to wear that day but it didn’t seem as if you had much a say in anything going on in your life recently.

You understood that doing this would be for the greater good of the Earth Kingdom and that your situation could technically be worse. You could have been married off to some old creep - but if you were being honest with yourself being married to the Fire Lord sounded just as bad. As you turned around though, you were surprised at the face you were met with.

He had a much younger face than you had expected, but the slight hollowness of his cheeks and the worry lines on his forehead told you that he had experienced things beyond his years. He also happened to be quite handsome - not that you wanted to admit it though. You had been bent on hating him ever since your father told you who you’d be wedding.

He was the leader of the Fire Nation, of course, you would hate him! The country that has had a century-long reign of terror on the world - and now you found yourself engaged to their leader. What had you done so wrong in your life to deserve this?

As much as you wanted to plan on running away the first chance you got, you knew deep inside that it would only cause tensions to increase and more issues to arise. You wanted the best for the residents of the Earth Kingdom, so you agreed to go through with it, but did so resentfully - which you had every right to feel that way.

But as you glared up at the young male next to you and tried to keep your attention off of the scar over his left eye - you couldn’t help but wonder what if this was the man who joined the avatar in defeating the Fire Lord? He wasn’t what you expected at all. Standing in full armor with his hair holding the fire nation insignia in a top knot - he looked awkward and out of place. You almost felt bad for him - keyword is almost.

“What do you need Fire Lord?” you questioned him, turning your gaze back to the rushing waters of the ocean.

“Um,” he faltered slightly, probably not anticipating your response. “I just wanted to introduce myself-“

“I know who you are.” you brushed him off, turning around and walking towards him - grabbing his collar and pulling him to your height. “We might be getting married but if you think for a second I will ever be nice to you, you are sadly mistaken.” you hissed at him before letting him go and walking out of the door.

Zuko couldn’t recall how long he stood there watching your form leave, all he remembered was standing there like an idiot with a red face. He hadn’t expected you to like him of course but he surely wasn’t expecting that.

As he reminisced on memories long ago while sipping his Uncle’s tea, he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his features. As stated earlier, It may have been an unpleasant memory back then but now he considered the day he met you to be the best day of his life. Though your relationship had surely faired through many complications for a while in the beginning - surprisingly, you became fond of Zuko over the years.

It was certainly a long time coming but that strange friendship you two shared eventually evolved into love against all odds. That didn’t mean you weren’t constantly giving him an ear full (as you should tbh) your first months together. But as time progressed and you learned that he may not have been the evil prince that you had heard so much about, at least not anymore.

He wasn’t that same angsty teenager he had been years ago looking for the avatar, he was now a young adult growing quite well into the position of the Fire Lord - which was no easy feat. Taking another sip of tea, he watched his Uncle and Mother come to take a seat with him.

“How is it, Nephew?” His Uncle asked with a mischievous grin and a raise of two bushy eyebrows - albeit already knowing the answer.

“It’s great as always Uncle,” Zuko responded with a small smile, his Uncle's expression making him just a bit concerned, causing his Mother to chuckle. Though she had gained a few wrinkles over the past couple of years, she was still as radiant as she had been in her youth. She was also much happier being able to live with the family she had been apart from for many years without fearing Ozai’s intervention. It came with a price though - it seemed as if her relationship with her estranged daughter who was now on the run would never be resolved. She never lost hope though.

“Zuko,” his mother began speaking, catching the young Fire Lord’s attention with a raise of his eyebrows. “When are you going to give me a grandchild?” She asked teasingly, eager to see his reaction. In turn, her son had barely kept himself from spitting out the mouthful of tea.

“Why do you ask that?” He choked out in between a series of coughs with Iroh patting his back gently.

“You haven’t?” She asked in between chuckles, noticing how her son got bewildered at the mention of having children of his own. “You know you’ll eventually have to have an heir at some point right?”

“It’s not that I haven’t thought about it... but Y/N and I are just really busy.” He thought aloud, wishing he could run a hand through his hair - but was unable to since it was pinned in a top knot.

“Zuko, you never know when you’ll get this time of peace again. What better time to raise a child?” Iroh reassured, wiggling his eyebrows. Letting out a groan, the young Fire Lord attempted to mentally prepare himself to go through this same conversation every time he visited his family.

Over the next couple of weeks, the constant badgering he received from his friends and close relatives started to frustrate him further, so who could he turn to? You of course.

Being married for several years now, you were more than used to Zuko’s rants, so you simply just reclined on the bed with an eyebrow raised as he paced back and forth.

“I don’t get it! Why is everyone so concerned about when we’re going to have a child or not?” He questioned seemingly no one as you attempted to keep your face from contorting into a smile. It wasn’t as if you didn’t understand his frustrations, it was just funny to watch, especially since you were already pregnant.

You were surprised that he hadn’t noticed honestly, with you staying in for the past few days due to feeling sick. Who could blame him though? It wasn’t as if he wasn’t attentive and loving as a husband, he was extremely busy as of recent-and also just dense at times. After noticing his silence for a few moments as he looked over the balcony, you decided that maybe this could be the perfect time to tell him.

Getting up and sneaking behind him, you snaked your arms around his waist and turned so you could see his face. He let out an audible sigh of what sounded like relief before returning your smile and your hug.

“You want a head massage?” You questioned pulling away, wiggling your fingers playfully.

“Please.”

For the past couple of years, Zuko had been letting his hair grow out so now it rested around his shoulders.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You started tentatively, but as usual, he was too caught up in the sensation of your fingers raking across his scalp to entirely understand what you were saying, so he just nodded in response. “I’m pregnant.” You stated plainly, ceasing your scratching. Not getting a response for a few moments, you turned to face him with a worried expression.

Much to your surprise he was grinning up at you and placed a warm hand on your cheek. “Really?”

“Yes. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell y-“ you were abruptly cut off by him pulling you into another hug and placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “So you’re happy about it?”

“Couldn’t be happier.” He responded sincerely, leaning into your shoulder so you couldn’t see the redness on his cheeks.

Maybe your family and friends would finally leave the two of you alone now?

At the time of your first meeting he was dating someone else, and while you definitely weren’t the cause of it’s end, his growing crush on you wasn’t exactly helping either.

“That’ll never last.” he recalled you saying, reapplying the bandages around his wounds.

“What do you mean?” he asked nervously, confused why as to why you were bringing up his girlfriend who had visited several hours ago.

“She’s only with you because you’re going to be Fire Lord one day.” you admitted in a somewhat frigid tone that he’d already gotten used to in the few weeks he had known you. Being blunt was apart of your personality, but it was also apparent that you were maybe the teensiest bit jealous. But that wasn’t the reason why you were telling him this, she really was only with him because of his status. You could see right through her facade - all of those flirtatious looks and fawning. They barely had anything in common anyways.

Besides being jealous, you didn’t want to see your new friend getting hurt. Since joining the United Forces, he was the only one who wasn’t thrown off by your icy exterior and acerbic personality. A surprise to those around you, Iroh wasn’t miffed by you at all, maybe slightly intimidated - but you were still someone he wanted to be around.

“What do you mean she only wants to be with me because I’m going to be Fire Lord one day? I-I think she actually loves me!” At 18 years old, the much younger Iroh lacked the confidence he held as General and held the awkwardness that his grandfather had at his age. In return, you flipped your hair over your shoulder and got up to exit the room without sparing him another glance.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

They ended up breaking up about a week later. He learned that even though your words may hurt at times, you only wanted what was best for him as his closest friend. He never doubted you again after that day.

Years into the future, you both rose in the ranks of the United Forces to become both its General and Admiral. Your friendship had surpassed twenty years (y’all old asf💀) at this point, and you both were closer than ever. Your fellow crew mates would often tease and prod at your friendship, but you never paid them much mind. You had insisted that you didn’t have the time to date with your occupation, and Iroh himself had actually seriously dated another woman during that time period. You had met her several times and gave her your seal of approval of sorts, much to his pleasure.

Unfortunately, his relationship with her didn’t last either. Sure, she was nice and attractive but if he was being completely honest with himself he didn’t really love her - at all. He loved you. He thought dating someone for over ten years would aid him in ridding him of his feelings but they did nothing but strengthen him. It didn’t help that his mother and grandfather were constantly in his ear about what a great Fire Lady you’d make and how he was getting old and how they would eventually need an another heir to rule the Fire Nation some day. At this point his only choice was to try and create some distance between you both as a last resort - but it would be difficult with how intertwined your lives had become due to the nature of you occupations.

You on the other hand were in a somewhat similar position, but dealing with your feelings in your own way - which pretty much meant not dealing with them at all. You had rationalized your emotions to the point of convincing yourself that nothing was ever going to happen between you both. Sure, he had made it known that you were his most trusted friend - but he would never see you in a romantic light. You had been friends for around twenty years, if he was actually interested he would’ve most likely made a move by now. It was a foolish thought to ever think you could become the Fire Lady - surely your younger self must’ve been daydreaming.

Regardless of your nationality you had no noble ancestry - and the majority of those who were married into the royal family had some form of dignified background, which you lacked. Even with your high ranking status in the military, your family paled in comparison to that of his own. It was out of the question - even if there was a slim chance that he did have some inkling of a thing for you, it would never work in the long run. But fortunate for you a particularly dangerous assignment would change all of that.

Although it was commonplace to have to deal with groups of rebels attempting to disrupt peace in one of the nations, this group was particularly vicious. Having already caused a disturbingly large amount of deaths, it was beyond time for the United Forces to step in instead of whatever those in the area were trying to do because they were clearly struggling. Normally only being called in for matters that involved issues over the water, you were called in as backup due to the severity of this situation. You hadn’t spoken to Iroh in weeks, or seen him for that matter. It almost seemed as if he was avoiding you. You would have brought it up to him but you were never given the chance.

Though the battle itself was already hectic and strenuous as is, your emotions weren’t helping you any. Normally you had no issue with keeping your feelings at bay, but it seems as if everything had come to a boiling point. There were countless questions running rampant through your mind as you dodged flying shards of ice and stone. Normally being a formidable bender, you were definitely off your game. That was what led to you making an uncharacteristically reckless decision.

Although he hadn’t acknowledged you in any way, you still stayed close to him during the skirmish. You did your best to deter any element that was bended at him away, not that he needed the help. But when you noticed the crackle of lightning coming near him from behind, your body moved on it’s own as your ran in front of it.

You were granted medical leave for three weeks, leaving the fight with a rather large gash in your left leg. You spent your newly given free time mull over the stupidity of your actions. Did you think that was going to make him notice you or something - and what were you thinking attempting to stop lightning from striking him? He’s a lightning bender for spirits sake, he could’ve just redirected it! You had never been more embarrassed in your life. Out of all of the mistakes you’d made over the course of your career this was by far the worse one.

Iroh on the other hand was wrecked with guilt. The love of his life (that sounds so cheesy ew) just risked her safety for him and he didn’t even have the confidence to confess to you. He feared your response most of all, but maybe that was what he needed at this point. Maybe all this time he just needed to hear your verbal rejection to get over you. So he decided the next time he would finally confess to what he had been denying for over twenty years now.

That next time ended up being a formal event in republic city, being the soon to be Fire Lord and Admiral of the United Forces, you were of course required to come. Although you were used to the stuffiness of these prestigious occasions, you were seriously considering opting out of it - but you were more mature than that. Now that your leg was fully healed, you had no excuse to get out of this. Even after the strike left you with a rather gnarly scar, your disdain towards facing Iroh was worse. You didn’t even know how to approach him. Staying near his mother and grandfather for the majority of the evening, he seemed pretty out of it.

He had never been much of a socialite but he normally would atleast greet some of the other guests who had been invited that evening. He wouldn’t even laugh at any of the retired Commander Bumi’s jokes - which was definitely new. Watching you sulking in a corner, your old Conrad approaches you with a smile.

“Everything okay?” he questioned, genuinely concerned.

“Yes.”

“Oh come on {nick-name} I know you. What’s wrong?” you childishly huffed and turned your head in response - he was right. Despite being closed off most of the time, with your emotions running wild you were all but an open book. Realizing you weren’t going to fess up how you actually felt - Bumi laughed heartedly and turned around, but not before whispering some advice over his shoulder. “He’s outside, you should go talk to him.”

Setting your untouched drink down, you picked up the hem of your robes and shuffled outside. You shivered as the crisp night air slipped right in between the expensive dress you were wearing, and mentally cursed yourself for not bringing a shawl. After wandering around for about ten minutes, you finally found him seated on a bench underneath a large tree - a pond with spirits and turtle ducks alike swimming around in the moonlight.

Approaching him with an irritated expression, you decided to get straight to the point. “What’s your problem? Why have you been avoiding me?” He didn’t even bother to look you in the eye, continuing to watch the small creatures float around in the pond.

“Nothings wrong.”

“I’m not stupid Iroh just tell me what I did.” He was already feeling awful for not visiting you after you got injured, and the slightest in killing of sadness in your voice was killing him.

“You didn’t do anything. It’s my fault.” You weren’t even annoyed anymore - just confused.

“What did you do?”

“It’s what I didn’t do.”

“What did you not do?” you asked incredulously, your impatience causing you to grow frustrated again. Before you could utter out another word, you felt an arm gently pull you downwards so you were almost at eye level with him.

“Im sorry you got hurt and I-I love you.” he stated matter of factly, eyes searching your face to gage your reaction. “I understand if you don’t fe-” before he could complete his sentence he was startled by you taking a sideways seat on his lap.

“You’re an idiot.” you replied, taking one of his hands to hold in your own. “I love you too.” Despite feeling as if your entire body was on fire, you leaned in to press a kiss against his lips, your heart speeding up when you felt him kiss back and and wrap a free arm around your waist. When you pulled apart he sported a bashful grin while you looked away to avoid the awkwardness.

“I feel stupid because we wasted away our youth skirting around our feelings.” you said somewhat dejectedly, wondering why you both waited to confess so long. He turned your hand around and placed a chaste kiss to it, causing you to get even more flustered.

“I can make up for that time if you’ll let me.” you rolled your eyes at his cheesiness, giggling softly.

“How exactly do you plan on doing that?”

“You want to ditch this party?” he asked, his eyes sparkling at the thought of leaving.

“That’s pretty unprofessional don’t you think.”

Chuckling in response he took his other hand and placed it beneath your knees and stood up, causing you to be at a loss for words yet again. “I think the soon to be Fire Lord and Fire Lady can afford to skip out on one party, it’s not like we’d enjoy it anyway.

“You aren’t wrong.” you said and snuggled into his chest a bit, making him blush a bit for once. Setting you back on your feet, he took your hand and led you away from the venue. The rest of your night was spent exploring republic city, aimlessly walking around and making conversation. It might sound boring to others your age, but with Iroh by your side you wouldn’t want it any other way.

While you weren’t quite sure why Sokka was so adamant on you joining him and his friends, you were somewhat happy to be leaving Shu Jing - which was new. Other than the weather being insufferably humid the majority of the year, your home in Piandao’s castle was bearable. In the past you hadn’t minded the repetitive nature of your days - but things were different now. You felt that you owed it to your father to join the fight against the country that took his life. And if this was the route you were forced to take, then so be it.

Surprisingly, as annoying as he was Sokka was the one you remained closest with in the group - but Toph was a close second. Though you didn’t talk with him that often, Aang was always kind and making sure that you felt included in the group - which wasn’t exactly necessary but appreciated none the less. Katara on the other hand was having some difficulty warming up to you - which you understood, so you didn’t speak to her unless necessary, which wasn’t often.

Although you had indeed become slightly more emotive and open, it was normally limited to sarcastic quips when Sokka said something stupid or asking Katara if she needed any help with groceries or cooking dinner - which she actually appreciated. Overall though, you still spent the majority of your time with Sokka. While he was still annoying and enjoyed teasing flirting with you every chance he could get, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t somewhat enjoying it - you’d never admit to that though.

One of the first times you got to be alone together was when you both were trying to escape Toph and Katara’s arguing.

“I’m going to head back out to the market,” he said, getting up off of the ground. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Wait, can I go with you?” you questioned somewhat awkwardly, getting out of your seat and sprinting some to catch up with him.

“Of course!” he grinned in return, slowing down some so you could walk at the same pace. His smile made your chest feel warm, slightly catching you off guard.

“So, is Piandao your dad or something?” he asked gently, trying not to press too much. Though it was a sensitive topic, you felt oddly comfortable with Sokka - even though you had only known him for several weeks. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” he responded to your silence, ceasing walking and looking at you sincerely. You shook your head in return and kept walking.

“No, it’s fine.” he nodded and followed apprehensively. “Piandao is kind of like my uncle I guess? He and my Dad were friends when they were both in the fire nation army. And you know how Piandao eventually deserted the army?”

“Yeah, I recall him saying that.” he gave you a concerned glance, but you kept your gaze trained on the ground in front of you. While your expression was obviously pained, it still seemed restrained in a way as if you had practiced holding back your feelings for years. It was at this point he realized he’d never seen you smile, not even when when you were making fun of him.

“Well, my Dad also attempted to leave - but he wasn’t as skilled as Piandao was.” there was a beat of silence before you felt his hand envelope your own, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. Normally if someone did this you would’ve snatched your hand away - but you didn’t want to. His hand felt nice, warm and comforting.

“I’m really sorry about your Dad, and it was really brave of him to try and leave the army.” he gave you a look of concern and understanding, leading you to remember him mentioning

“Um, thanks.”

The rest of your afternoon at the market was spent making conversation about your childhoods and the messenger hawk he had just bought. The entire time he never let go of your hand. You assumed he was just doing it out of friendly comfort - but then again who platonically holds hands? You only stopped when you both returned to the small campsite and greeted the others.

You didn’t mean to snatch your hand away, but at the same time you thought your heart was going to jump out of your chest if you didn’t let go. But it didn’t seem to bother Sokka though, not at all. So maybe it was just platonic? But this wasn’t the only situation in where he left you utterly flustered and confused.

When the five of you were seated around the campfire listening to Katara’s story, you could see Sokka inching towards you out of the corner of your eye. Everyone else seemed rather uncomfortable, and while it was a quite unnerving story if you were scared you weren’t showing it. As the story went on, he would jump closer which each detail - until he was eventually leaning on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around your waist, shaking in fear like a small child.

When she finished her story, Katara and Aang just stared in awe as you didn’t shove him off. You just rolled your eyes and mumbled something about him being an idiot. They noticed a change between you both after that day. You almost seemed closer in a sort of way? You still scolded him for saying and doing stupid things - but you no longer pushed him away. He was quite touchy and handsy with you, never in a disrespectful way though. It’s just when he got excited he’d sometimes pick up you up for a few seconds before placing you back on the ground. Whilst you didn’t really return his affections, you weren’t rejecting him either. But the two of you were forced to confront this rising attraction all to soon, the day of the invasion.

You had a moment alone before you had to go your separate ways. After staring down at your feet for what seemed like a few minutes, you gained the courage to speak.

“Don’t, uh die.” you finally said aloud, meeting his gaze. Before you could say anything else he doubled over in laughter, clutching his stomach to get a hold of himself. “Sokka I’m being serious!” you said in frustration, seconds away from turning around and getting back into the submarine. Once he calmed down, he placed both of his hands on your shoulders and gained a serious expression.

“I’m sorry for laughing. But we’re gonna get out of this alive. Okay?” he finished his sentence with a smirk, tilting his head to the side. You nodded, feeling somewhat disappointed for some reason. But what were you expecting? You were just friends, and you didn’t like him like that anyway... right? Your thoughts cut off when you felt a pair of lips peck your cheek and his hands leave your shoulder to interlock with one of your own. “Come back to me okay?” he said sincerely, his eyes filled with worry.

“I promise.”

After the failure at the fire nation capitol, the few weeks before the arrival of Sozin’s comet blurred by far too quickly for your liking. The anxiety concerning Aang’s final battle with the fire lord was a top concern on everyone’s mind, including your own. Things were a bit stagnant between you and Sokka. You couldn’t ignore your feelings but at the same time you were fighting a war - there wasn’t any time to put energy into a relationship.

However after you, Toph and Sokka took down the airships, you were forced to confront these feelings yet again.

After riding with Appa over Ba Sing Se to look at the fireworks, you two were aimlessly roaming around the upper ring - watching the festivities of those celebrating the end of the hundred year war.

“So,” he asked suddenly, looking at you with a smile and nudging your arm jokingly. Normally you would have shoved him back, but all you could do was look down at your fidgeting hands and hope he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating. “What do you plan on doing now?”

“Um, I’m honestly not sure.” you responded, looking up at him. “I guess I’ll go back to the fire nation? I still want to help, I just don’t really know where I guess.”

“I get what you mean. I mean you could always stay with me...”

“With you?” Sokka began sputtering and waving his hands around after realizing what he just insinuated.

“I mean not with me per say.” he rephrased, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. You actually felt a tinge of disappointment at his words. “I mean with team avatar, we aren’t exactly finished saving the world - and you’re a vital member of our team.” Instead of calling him an idiot like you would have in the past, you gave him a small smile - catching him completely off guard and causing him to blush.

“I’d like that.” He intertwined you’re fingers and ran his thumb over the back of your hand. Before you could speak again you were interrupted by the rest of your friends running towards you.

“We were wondering where the two of you ran off to!” Katara said slightly out of breath, leaning over.

“We were having a moment and you ruined it!” Sokka shouted at his sister, causing her to start complaining about how he shouldn’t have broken off from the group without telling them if he didn’t want to be followed. As they continued to bicker, you felt Toph shove your shoulder.

“It’s about time you two got together.”

“Shut up Toph.”

Several years into the future, you continued to aid team avatar in helping the the different nations recover from the wars aftermath. Surprisingly, you and Sokka’s relationship still had no title and stayed undefined. To everyone else’s was clear you were together - but you still hadn’t kissed or showed in public displays of affection as of late. To on onlooker it just looked like you both could’ve been close friends. But that would finally change when you and Toph went to visit Katara and Sokka in the southern water tribe.

After greeting Katara, you were almost knocked off of your feet by the force of Sokka hugging you and eventually picking you up so you were about a foot off the ground.

“I missed you so much!” he borderline squealed, rocking you back and forth a bit.

“I missed you too, but can you set me down for a minute? I have something to give you.”

“You do?” he asked, his eyes sparkling in excitement. Reaching behind you, you handed him a sword with slightly shaky hands. “Is this, for me?”

“Yes.” you replied quietly, looking down at your fidgeting hands - still not rid of the habit even at 17. “I felt really bad after you lost your space sword and I couldn’t find another meteor but I wanted to make you a new one to replace it anyways...” you continued to ramble on before you heard the sword drop onto the snow covered ground with a quiet *crunch*. “Hey! I get that it’s not your old one but that doesn’t mean I didn’t spend a lot of timmmph!” you were cut off when you felt his lips cover your own, his arms wrapping around your waist.

You didn’t kiss back at first out of shock, but eventually did so and cupped his cheeks with your gloved hands. Once you broke apart, he leaned his forehead on yours. “I love it.”

Later on that evening when everyone had turned in for the night, you found yourself tucked into Sokka’s chest as he snored softly - his head resting on top of yours and his arms protectively encircled around your waist. Though the journey had been long and exhausting, you were greatful for it. Maybe joining team avatar hadn’t been such a bad idea after all?