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Reggie lives in a world where the first words that your soulmate says after you’ve realized you’ve fallen in love with them appears on your skin like a tattoo. Eventually, after years of disappointment and discouragement from those in his life, Reggie gives up, believing no one could really love him.
Spoiler Alert: he’s wrong.
Or- Luke falls in love quickly; Alex falls in love accidentally; and Reggie doesn’t let himself fall in love at all.
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Bookmarked by Dallas_Jones
22 Mar 2026
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I'm so so in love with your characterization of Luke, Reggie & Alex and their relationship dynamics. It's the absolute best and will definitly be coming back to this fic. ♥️
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At Sokka’s behest, the Gaang skips rescuing Zuko during the Siege at the North Pole. Instead they leave him, unconscious, buried in the snow.
In completely unrelated news, Sokka’s haunted by a ghost now.
(If you'd like more details before deciding to read this story, look here for spoilers.)
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Bookmarked by Dallas_Jones
30 Aug 2025
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most definitely one of my all time favourite fics
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Zuko had never excelled at anything. Azula was a prodigy. Uncle always knew what to say. And Father... Father was strong, iron-like. But Zuko had only ever been good at surviving. Putting one foot in front of the other in a grim show of stubborn determination, gritting his teeth and bearing it. Survival was all he had ever been taught. He knew how to do it. So when he was kidnapped by the Southern Water Tribe, he expected to fight as he always had. He didn’t expect to be taught instead how to live.
In a warring land, the Water Tribe forgave the enemy in an act of defiance. For this, he was torn from them, and this time, his wounds won't heal so easily.
Forced back into nothing but survival, the last person Zuko expected to see was Hakoda's son. Hakoda was a promise of safety. The relentless blue of Sokka’s eyes was a promise of happiness. Zuko could have both if he just reached out his hands, but he found them clutching into fists. After all, he’d been burned one too many times.
But hey, at least between Hakoda and Sokka, Zuko could appreciate the family resemblance of pure, asinine stubbornness.
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