Author's Note: Warning, fluff ensues. Oh, and no, the chapter title is not misspelled. I explain it in the Author's Note after the epilogue.


Epilogue: Truple

The sun was shining brightly, but it wasn't too hot. There were a few puffy white clouds slowly making their way across the wide expanse of blue sky over the Fire Nation capital. Three months to the day from when they all agreed to follow this course of action found them in one of the larger gardens of the palace.

Their friends and family had gathered to watch the ceremony uniting them. Outside the palace walls, many from all nations had gathered, waiting to hear the announcement that the Avatar, the Fire Lord, and the daughter of the Southern Water Tribe's chief were finally married.

Aang, Katara, and Zuko stood amongst the many flowers and trees near a small waterfall, which quietly trickled over charcoal gray rocks. They somehow managed to look perfectly in place even though they all wore formal attire. All three were facing each other, forming the three points of a triangle as they listened to a monk say the traditional marriage prayers and blessings from each of their nations.

As the monk finished the last of the blessings, a light breeze picked up. Katara gently pushed back a few loose strands of hair that fluttered about her face, almost knocking one of the snapdragon orchids from her hair. A slight blush to crept into her cheeks. Zuko, who had been standing regally in the traditional red, black, and gold robes of a Fire Lord, grinned widely at her and then at Aang. She immediately relaxed and smiled over at the Avatar to see if he too had caught what had happened. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, almost making her snort with laughter, but she caught herself just in time.

"Please join hands and declare your intentions and your hearts."

They complied with the monk, stretching their arms out and each taking the hand of one of the other two, the triangle now complete. By previous agreement, Aang spoke first. He raised his voice for all his friends- his family- to hear.

"I, Aang of the Air Nomads, and Avatar, declare myself united to Katara of the Southern Water Tribe and Zuko, Lord of the Fire Nation." His voice became more intimate and sweet as he grasped their hands tighter, tears of happiness forming in his eyes. "I love you," he stated, letting this simple poignant phrase encompass the two precious people standing before him.

"I, Katara of the Southern Water Tribe, declare myself united to Aang of the Air Nomads and Zuko of the Fire Nation. I love you both dearly."

"I, Zuko, Lord of the Fire Nation, declare myself united to Aang of the Air Nomads and Katara of the Southern Water Tribe. I pledge my love to you both until my dying day."

When they each had stated their vows, the monk continued. "You may now kiss." They smiled happily at one another. Still holding hands, they leaned forward until there lips all met softly in the middle.


Author's Note: Well, if you are ever going to have sappy romance in your life, a wedding is definitely the place. I thought it was sweet anyways. Send me reviews on this chapter and the story as a whole. They'll help fuel my writing of future stories.

Ok, the term "Truple" was coined by my sweetie, who uses it to refer to a group of three people in a committed relationship together AND who are all on an 'equal' standing with one another. So, there's no 'husband with two wives' or 'wife with two husbands' or any other variation thereof, just three people in a mutual relationship where all are equal partners on a physical, emotional, and spiritual level. The term 'trinogamy' has been started by a group on the internet to mean a very similar idea, but my sweetie (and I) prefer to use the cute term "truple," at least in everyday use. You all are free to use it as well!

Oh, and I should mention that yes, it is possible for three people to kiss each other at the same time. Don't ask me how I know, I just do.

I am writing a Yukka (Yue x Sokka) one-shot next. I should have it ready in a week or week and a half, possibly sooner. You never know.


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