Book 1: Water (Sokka X Reader Love Story)

Book 1: Chapter 2 : Can't Dislocate My Jaw

(Y/n) was acutely aware of everything that happened in that universe. Somehow, her training had honed her awareness skills, so she knew when Aang was trying to wake her up. But she was just too lazy. Sokka was sleeping, too, just as lazy, and although they had to make a trip to the Southern Air Temple—which Aang kept ranting about—neither of them had the energy to get up.

She had whined about school timings and she would whine about this now.

Aang's voice was like a droning alarm that made her bury deeper into the makeshift bed of leaves and hay. "Wake up, Sokka! Air Temple here we come!"

"Sleep now... temple later..." he snored again.

She couldn't make out what had happened, but then Aang's voice turned alarmed. "Sokka! Wake up! There's a prickle snake in your sleeping bag!"

Sokka shrieked and began leaping about in his sleeping bag. He lost his balance tripping over (Y/n)'s feet and landed on her body. She was laughing, sure, but she couldn't breathe with the boy on top of her. "Get off!" (Y/n) shouted. "You blockhead!"

"As if I'd want to stay near you a second longer," Sokka mumbled, wriggling out of his sleeping bag. It was warm on her, but he quickly whipped it away, earning another groan.

"What's your problem?" (Y/n) snapped, sitting up and stretching. Sokka glared at her, watching her get up and poke a finger at his chest. "You've been mean to me ever since-"

Aang slid between them, a cheery smile on his face. "Great! You're awake. Let's go."

Her nose crinkled but she backed off. Sokka had gotten the idea, too, that fighting wasn't an option just then. There would be other times they could settle their differences. So they got into the saddle and took off to the Temple.

A stomach grumbled. (Y/n) looked annoyed. "It's one thing to hear you prattle everyday, so could you tell your stupid stomach to stay quiet, Sokka? 

Sokka scoffed. "If you could stop snoring so loudly, sure." He searched through the bag before wailing. "Who ate all my blubbered seal jerky?"

Aang winced. "Oh, that was food? I used it to start the campfire last night. Sorry."

"You what? Awww, no wonder the flames smelled so good."

(Y/n) held out a peach. "You want some? I picked it last night."

Sokka licked his lips and nodded. She grinned and licked the fruit all over before shoving it in his face, and he backed away. "Ew, get that away from me!"

"But you wanted some!" She sang, before she was pushed away. She munched on it heartily, basking in the angry look he gave her.

"I don't care what she says, (Y/n)'s Fire Nation. No one could be that cruel."

"Sokka!" His sister reprimanded.

Aang muttered to Katara as they sat at the front of the saddle. "What's up with them?"

She shrugged. "I don't know what Sokka's about. I like (Y/n). She gave me a leaf yesterday."

Sokka poked his head between them. "A leaf? What's that about?"

Katara pulled it out from her bag. "I don't know, but it's pretty." It was a pretty leaf, with a green stalk and veins that turned yellow, orange, and red to the tips. Sokka's gaze traveled to (Y/n) who had returned to staring at the sky, hair billowing around her face and getting in her mouth, but she seemed happy.

Aang squawked happily. "The Batola mountain range! We're almost there!"

Katara shared a look with Sokka. "Aang? Before we get to the temple, I want to talk to you about the airbenders."