Book 1: Water (Sokka X Reader Love Story)

Book 1: Chapter 9: I Find Out I'm Strange (Big Surprise There)

They had found a nice lakeshore to camp around, their tents put up. While (Y/n) took the time to clean herself, Katara pointed to behind Sokka at a fish jumping in the air.

"Look!"

Sokka got up and assumed a gunslinger stance. Another fish breached the surface as Sokka growled. "He's taunting us. You are so gonna be dinner!" Sokka ran back to the tent and grabbed his fishing pole which had been standing up outside of it, went back to the lake edge and cast the pole a few times without effect. He pulled the rod up. "Hey! Where's the fishing line?"

Aang spoke up from his position on the rock. "Oh, I didn't think you would need it, Sokka." He held it up, now a necklace.

"Aahh, it's all tangled!"

"Not tangled – woven." Aang stood up and turned to Katara, holding the necklace up sweetly. "I made you a necklace, Katara. I thought since you lost your other one..."

Katara smiled and walked over to him, taking it. "Thanks, Aang. I love it."

(Y/n) splashed a bit of water at Sokka before she turned to Aang. "Great, Aang. Maybe instead of saving the world you can go into the jewelry-making business."
In retaliation, Sokka had kicked the water to her and she swam under before coming up before him. Her hand shot out and grabbed his leg before tugging him in. Sokka shrieked, discarding his fishing pole to wrestle with her.

Aang shrugged. "I don't see why I can't do both."

While (Y/n) disappeared behind a rock, snickering to herself, Sokka brought out the knife from behind his back. "Stop taunting me!" He said to the fish.

While Sokka And (Y/n) were up to their antics—she leaped on him from the rock with a battle-cry, scaring the shit out of him before laughing and assisting him to catch the fish— Aang paid attention to Katara, who had clasped on the necklace.

"So, how do I look?"

Aang used his finger to loosen his collar as he stared at her dreamily. "You mean all of you or just your neck? I mean, uh, both look great."

(Y/n)—from behind—grinned widely as she held up the struggling fish in the air, pushing her wet hair away from her face. Sokka cupped the fish as if about to give it a kiss. "Smoochie, smoochie, someone's in love."
The fish suddenly slipped from her grip, creating a two-second panic before its tail fin slapped Sokka in the face and sent him back into the lake. (Y/n) laughed.

Aang turned red. "I...well..."

"Stop teasing him," Katara said, looking at the teenagers splashing around. She had to admit, although Sokka was a sarcastic ball of comedy all by himself, he was actually having fun with (Y/n)—childish as they looked trying to catch that fish, only to splash water on themselves. "Aang's just a good friend. A sweet little guy – just like Momo."

Aang looked clearly put down. "Thanks."

Sokka cussed at the fish that had made its escape. He got out of the water, wringing his clothes dry while (Y/n) pulled hers on. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Sokka," she chirped. "I'm sure that fish was just trying to go easy on you. It's not your fault you're a loser."

The boy whirled around, poking a hand at her. He screeched, "I am not a loser."

(Y/n) grinned. "I promise that by the end of the day, I'll make you admit you are a loser."

"How are you going to do that?"

She had no fucking idea, but it was fun to see him get riled up. An ominous noise cuts off any more chatter and Aang pointed to its source. "Someone's being attacked by a platypus bear!"