{Sokka x Reader} ~Book Two~ Prince Of The Southern Water Tribe ⛰

⛰The Cave Of Two Lovers⛰

A/N: Shoutout to I_Just_Wanted_sleep for the follow!!!

P.S. Mild NSFW

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At a small body of water.

Just like everyone else I was stripping myself down to my undergarments to wash up. Forgetting about the large scar on my back Sokka was quick to point it out as he was relaxing peacefully, floating on a large leaf in the water with Momo sleeping on his stomach, while Katara and Aang were facing each other while practicing waterbending.

Sokka: Hey y/n if you don't mind me asking how did you get that scar? Was it some sparring accident?

Y/N: Sure

Sokka: No seriously n/n, how you get that.

Y/N: [Sigh] Just like my brother our scars were gifted to us by my father as a symbol of our banishment and dishonor.

Sokka: So that's why he so obsessed with honor

Y/N: [Saddened] Yes

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Sokkas Pov:

Everyone was already washing up as I was lying down and noticed that y/n was about to join us as well. And I hate to admit it but I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful s/c skin and her body but as my eyes are following her she begins to take off her top and I feel heartbroken. I couldn't help but ask her what happened...

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We were suddenly interrupted by an unfamiliar voice.

Chong: [Singing.] Da, da, da. Don't fall in love with the traveling girl. She'll leave you broke and brokenhearted. [Cuts to shot of the team standing in the lake. Sokka unexpectedly falls off his leaf into the water. Cuts to nomads. Chong stops singing and points at the group.] Hey, river people!

Katara: We're not river people.

Chong: [Puzzled.] You're not? Well then what kind of people are you?

Aang: Just ... people.

Chong: Aren't we all, brother?

Sokka: [Walks over and says accusingly.] Who are you?

Chong: I'm Chong and this is my wife, Lily. We're nomads, happy to go wherever the wind takes us! [He suddenly crazily strums his lute-like instrument much like a rock star strums crazily on their guitar.]

Aang: [Starts out with a somewhat puzzled tone, but changes it to an excited one.] You guys are nomads? That's great! I'm a nomad!

Chong: [Just as excitedly.] Hey, me too!

Aang: [Blankly.] I know ... you just said that.

Chong: Oh. [Noticing Sokka.] Nice underwear ...

Sokka's eyes bulge at the sudden realization that he is wearing very little in front of complete strangers. He grabs Momo and places him strategically over his underwear and slides rapidly away from the strangers.

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Us and the band of nomads are lounging near Appa, whose fur is braided. Chong is casually strumming his lute. Sokka approaches.