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when FIRELORD ZUKO takes a liking to AVATAR AANG'S mysterious new BRIDE.
TORN BETWEEN TWO ROADS ! — aang x reader x zuko
PLOT. republic city is finally at peace, and katara allows herself to hope that maybe now, after everything, she and aang can finally become something real. but when aang returns after eight months, he isn’t alone. he comes back with you at his side, introducing you as his wife. suspicious yet helpless, his friends do their best to welcome you, even as nothing about this sudden marriage makes sense. but while everyone else keeps their distance, one person doesn’t. and perhaps Zuko gets a little too comfortable with the avatar’s new wife.
CHARACTERS. AANG and ZUKO.
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, smut, angst, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps. reader is 21, dark themes, sexual assault, mentions of rape (not aang or zuko dw), established relationship, yearner aang, infidelity, depression, mentions of suicide, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not canon compliant to legend of korra, wip.
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CHAPTER ONE
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, angst, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps. reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang but follows the characters, not canon compliant to legend of korra, not proofread.
CHAPTER TWO
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, angst, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps. reader is 21, established relationship, mean sokka (no hate for him please, i am just a bitch hahah), little arguing (lowkey fight), fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not proofread.
CHAPTER THREE
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, angst, some 'arguing' with zuko, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps, reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not proofread.
CHAPTER FOUR
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, smut, angst, hurt with comfort, small argument (i don't think it even counts), penetration sex, no protection (do they even have protection?), my own version of plan b used, pregnancy talks, slightly insecure reader (regarding katara), takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps, reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, kinda proofread.
CHAPTER FIVE
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, angst, implied sexual assault, fight with zuko, zuko is kind of a prick ngl, protective aang, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps, reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not proofread.
CHAPTER SIX
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, angst, blood, stab wound, cauterization, lots of fire, a little tension, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps, reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not proofread.
CHAPTER SEVEN
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, slight panic attack, a very bad injury (not detailed), takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps, reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not proofread.
CHAPTER EIGHT
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, alcohol consumption, underage drinking (?) [idk their legal age for drinking, but in this fic it's 21], takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps, reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not proofread.
CHAPTER NINE
coming soon...
SKY MOON
content: aang! x black!reader, suggestive sexual intimacy, pre-established relationship, newlyweds, fluff, reader has coily hair and is accomplished painter and water-bender word count: 10.5k synopsis: Aang and reader travel to a sky archipelago for their honeymoon enjoying the journey along the way
A/N: I love Aang so much the way he shows love really resonates with me! I would do anything to be katara right now! I really enjoyed writing this I think it's my most creative and longest fic so far! I didn't expect it to be this long when I started but I wanted to give things enough time to breathe hopefully that translates. big thanks to @duffymaycry for proofreading!
The saddle cushions were as soft as pure cotton under your fingers as you awoke from your slumber. The soreness in between your thighs comes back reminding you of the intimate night that you and Aang shared last night.
Memories flashed back at a rabid pace; the slow kisses that ended up roaring into a heated make out, the sound Aang’s moans in your ear as you pulled him in by his lower back with your feet as if he wasn’t close enough, his hands squeezing your thick thighs in response, the glow of his tattoos in the dark, your hands laying purchase around his shoulders guiding down his back as he thrusted into you resulting in your nails to leave angry marks, the night sky moving above as you made love to each other.
aang is very much the type to save any and all creatures that wander into your home. no matter how small or big, he’ll either cup it in his hands, trap it in a jar or straight up airbend it out of the door or window without ever so much as harming a single cell on its tiny body. you should have known he wouldn’t have killed the insect, the man is a vegetarian and pacifist. spirits, he didn’t even kill the firelord (the crazy man deserving that fate more than anyone in the history of the world) so why did you think he’d go crazy, avatar state over a little grass spider.
“sweetheart, it’s just a tiny bug.” he coos as you stand frozen in place, finger pointing at the massive spider on your ceiling.
“that is not tiny!” you screech as he reaches for one if the chairs surrounding your dining table. “in what world is THAT tiny!?” your voice pitches up an octave as the insect begins to move.
ohh you hate bugs! especially the ones with too many legs and eyes. yuck. if it had been any smaller you would have taken care of it yours, smacked it with a book or something but when it borders on the size of a coin, well it’s just too big.
“it’s more scared of you, than you’re scared of it- can you pass me that bowl.” aang is already on the chair, his hand outstretched in waiting.
you quickly hand off the plate, taking an immediate step back as if to not be in the way incase the intruder decides to make a quick getaway.
“why are you running away like it’s going to shoot you?” he can’t help the laughter that lilts his tone.
“because i don’t like them.” your skin begins to crawl. “kill it, move it, i don’t care. just please get rid of it.”
you look away as aang raises the bowl, unable to watch if it scurries away. there is the sound of wood on wood, then aang’s soft sigh.
“i’m not gonna kill it when it’s only crime is that it’s small.”
you frown, hating that he could make something so gross seem so…innocent. “that’s not it’s crime.”
“then what is?” his voice comes from the window, as he empties the bowl onto the balcony.
“breaking and entering.” you peek your eyes open and watch as aang walks towards you, bowl (now empty) in his hand. you can never use that bowl again.
“and robbery.” you add on to the insects crimes.
“robbery?” the avatar raises a brow.
“i’m never going to use that bowl again so yes, i was robbed of a bowl.”
crossing your arms over your chest you come face to face (well face to chest ) with aang. your lips pout and you put on your best show of disappointment. he knows it’s fake, can see right through you, but he plays along.
“ohh, should i chase him down and have him arrested for his crimes?”
the bowl is placed on the table next to you, aang’s hands coming up to rest on your hips as he pulls you into his embrace.
“yes. noble and brave avatar, find the spider who dared do me wrong.”
he chuckles, the sound warm and low. “anything for you, my lady.”
a/n: first aang fic wooo what a world we live in
suggestive | aang x f!reader | modern day
summary: you get aang to try a tik tok trend. it fails (?).
"Okay," you say seriously, hands on your hips. Aang's stood before you, listening attentively as always. "Here's the scenario: you've gone to the supermarket without me—"
Aang frowns. "We always go to the supermarket together."
"I know, baby." You have to suppress a smile; he's so damn cute. "But we're just acting something out I saw on Tik Tok. I need to see how you'd react if someone tries to flirt with you when I'm not there."
"Ooooh," Aang replies before he's grinning. "That's so easy."
You raise a playful brow. "Really?" You tease. "Because one woman tried to get your phone number last week and it took me telling you what her true intentions were."
"I thought she was being friendly!" Aang exclaims, chuckling at your laughter. "She saw I was getting pottery supplies and started me asking me questions. I assumed she was interested in the craft."
"You're a handsome 6'4" broad-shouldered man with adorable doe eyes and a very cute smile. Never assume you're being approached for friendly conversation."
Aang grins, all goofy. "Aw, you think I'm handsome."
You grin back. "And annoying," you say, patting away Aang's greedy hands crawling around your waist. "Focus up! We need to do this! Mainly because I'm bored and you indulge my whimsy."
"I love your whimsy," Aang declares fondly, making your heart swell against your ribcage. "You should be whimsical more often."
"For you, I'll be anything," you say, just as fond before patting away Aang's wandering hands again. "Focus!"
"Stop being so cute and maybe I will!"
You stick your tongue out at him, joyful as he laughs. "Okay, we're starting." You clear your throat, put on a flirtatious smile as you sidle up to his side. Your chest presses into his arm, cushioning it with the plush of your bosom and Aang falters, his eyes going wide and a little glassy.
"Hey, I just—oh!" You're immediately interrupted by Aang's lips on yours, coaxing you into a kiss that leaves you breathless. You melt into at first, your initial reaction to anything involving Aang. But then you remember the task at hand and have to, reluctantly, push him away. "A–Aang!"
Aang, still dazed from the kiss, goes, "Hmm?" before trying to come in for another kiss. You make a valiant attempt to evade it, even if you don't stop the kisses he rains on your cheeks and jaw. His arms are locked around your waist, his hands dropping to the small of your back.
"You were supposed to—" He cuts you off with a well-timed kiss, rendering you weak-kneed when his tongue licks into your mouth. "Hah, you were supposed to say—"
"As if I'd look at anyone else when I have you," he murmurs, pulling you closer until you're molded into him. "If that ever happened, that isn't me. I have been abducted."
You manage a laugh, biting your lip when his mouth makes its way to your neck and brings to a life an old bruise from two nights ago. His words hit you like a drum, setting your soul ablaze while softening your already too softened heart.
You love this man so much.
"You still failed," you say, just because you can and your breath hitches when he bites down on a sensitive patch of skin as his hands glide down to lovingly cup your ass.
"No, I didn't." He's grinning widely and you have to agree.
He didn't.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ˎˊ˗ 𝘼𝙙𝙙 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙧!
Anon saysss... Aang with a baker!reader ദ്ദി(。•̀ ,<)
WC: 957
First of all, your relationship would be very homey. Aang loooves your creations and admires the meticulous artistry you shape for each pastry.
Before all of that though, Aang met you through your beloved bakery shop. It catches his attention because it's one of the few places in Republic City where all nations sit with each other naturally.
No tension. No politics. Just a bunch of people enjoying the cultural sweets of other nations.
Surprisingly, your regulars are doing all the marketing for you, encouraging others to drop by as they believe you effortlessly create an atmosphere that feels much like their home.
The first time he enters, you're arguing against a customer whether sea prune filling should be saltier or sweeter. He notices you then — bright-eyed, hair a little messy, and very passionate about pastries.
Then after your mini debate, you notice him looking at a display case for too long.
“Uh, do you love it or hate it?”
“Oh, sorry, what?”
“You're giving a very… Well, that look.”
“What look? I don't have a look.”
You cross your arms playfully. “Yes, you do. The ones I see from people, probably debating if they should buy it because they don't want to regret anything. Trust me, it's yummy. My customers’ words, not mine, by the way.”
He stifles a laugh before the realization hits you. He's an Air Nomad! You sheepishly admit you've been practicing inspired attempts of sweet rolls of his nation, but seeing him gracing your shop, you might as well grab the opportunity to make authentic.
And poor Aang gets dragged into the kitchen, asking him questions like: “I heard Air Nomads liked baking. What kind of fruits grew near the temples? Which would you prefer? Honey or fruit paste? Oh, oh, were festival foods sweeter??? Oh, man, I’ve been trying to create one of their sweets, but I don't wanna mess it up!”
Since you're asking with genuine care instead of exotic fascination, he finds himself softening.
That's how it began. Curiosity. Comfort.
Sooner or later, he questions himself why he keeps coming back.
And then the rest is history.
It gets to a point where he finally and emotionally starts tracing home in your bakery.
You've come a lot together. And now you're making him taste the sweet lotus pies he helped you bake. He sighs at the heavenly taste of freshness and simplicity.
I think he'll fall in love even more when you create a safe space for him to yap away about his heritage. You're always actively listening and showing a sincere desire to learn.
There are times he finds himself thinking deeply about how thankful he is that now he's seeing parts of his culture recreated in ordinary, happy moments.
Actually, the first time you shoved a successfully recreated homemade Air Nomad fruit pie, he practically went still. After a beat of chewing, he went dead quiet. You were a bit worried because he might cry then and there.
It was a small treat yes, but it was genuinely everything to him.
And as soon as several freshly made pastries of his home hit the display case, you proudly start calling out to people more than before.
“Hey, everyone! We have something new on the menu! These are Air Nomad red bean buns!”
“Yeeessss! My boyfriend taught me this one. It's made with strawberries. If you're planning to make one, be sure it's ultra super duper fresh though.”
“These mooncakes are amazing! Aang introduced me to this, so no worries about authenticity!”
Over time, your regulars stop doing a double-take. It just becomes another part of their morning to see the legendary Avatar, sleeves rolled up, kneading dough behind the counter. It actually helps him get closer to people because he gets to see and talk to them not because they need his aid, but simply because they enjoy his company as well.
This soft familiarity is always present in your relationship with him. He can't even imagine his life without baking anymore. He's already too far gone — the early mornings, warm kitchens and taste testings with Appa.
He's become the proudest boyfriend in the world and is incredibly excited to take a step further into the blooming relationship. He feels so lucky to share your lives and deeply cherishes blending your two cultures into your daily routine.
Bonus:
Sokka arrives not knowing what to expect, especially since he walked in on his best friend bickering with the baker. But the second he took a bite of that fruit pie Aang had been raving about? Pure heaven.
Meanwhile:
“Aang, why are you eyeballing the measurements?!”
“Because it works.”
“Are you sure that's not gambling?”
“No????”
“Why does that sound like a question? Also, the custard last time ended up looking crustier! Shame, shame!”
“You don't trust me anymore?” Aang looks at you with hopeful eyes.
“Uh, no, ‘cause I know you'll just feed it to Appa.” You just raise your eyebrow at him.
“He deserves a treat.”
“Aang, he's getting fatter. No offense, he's a lovely guy.” You freeze when you hear an excited growl from the bison outside. “And you taught him that phrase!”
“But he's perfect. He's… Fluffy.” He defends weakly.
“I agree, but everyone can see the difference… And I think he's spherical.”
Sokka almost chokes.
“You're gonna hurt his feelings. He flies everyday, right, Appa? He'll be okay. Also, Sokka, I can hear you over there!”
“Yeah? Well, he almost ate ten pies last week!”
“It was sixteen, actually.” One of the customers mutters. Aang looks scandalized.
Anon u is a genius, mwa
Come Back To Me
╰┈➤ pairing: Aang x female! reader
a/n: none
summary: After weeks away carrying the weight of the world as the Avatar, Aang finally returns home emotionally exhausted and quietly falls apart the moment you start taking care of him again.
wc: 2.9k
contains: hurt/comfort, exhausted Avatar Aang, touch-starved Aang, emotional vulnerability, soft caretaking, established relationship, cuddling, forehead kisses, healing wounds, clingy Aang, emotional dependency, gentle intimacy, comfort touches, soft romance,
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ˎˊ˗ 𝙄𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙮?
Apple saysss.... Aang realizes you have memory loss, umable to recall everyone... Except him (っ º - º ς)
TWs: Angst, Memory Loss / Amnesia, Loss of Identity, Psychological Distress, Emotional Dependency, Hurt/Comfort
WC: 873
It was safe.
It was supposed to be safe.
He's the Avatar. Keeping everyone out of harm’s way should be their primary duty, including you.
Especially you.
“Aang…? Why are you looking at me like that? And, and I—”
He almost lost his composure. You're safe now. You're propped up in bed, focusing on him with those earnest eyes.
You're fine. You're safe. You're okay. He keeps chanting to himself, his hands tremble though.
“I— I'm…?” You pause. You slowly look at the sheets of the silk bed as your breath hitches. “What just happened?”
“Huh?” Aang immediately snapped out of his agitation.
What do you mean what happened?
Oh, your head must be leading a burnout from the impact before you ended up bedridden. This is probably a normal reaction.
Before he can even have the opportunity to explain the situation clearly, you wince, clutching your stomach. He shot an immediate look of caution.
He has his hand around your back gently. “Hey, hey, careful… You just got out of a fight.”
“I, I see… But what fight?”
The door creaks open, both alerting the two of you to look at it synchronized and questionable. The familiar waterbender approaches the two of you.
Familiar? You squint your eyes at the idea.
Katara smiles. It's small, though. She doesn't really feel any sort of victory after what happened to you despite winning the battle.
“Hey, you're awake! I'm glad, the others will be relieved, too. Do you feel any pain?”
“Um, a little bit. My tummy must be acting up.”
Katara furrows her brows. She reaches for your hand and is about to bridge the gaps, but your immediate flinch causes her to retreat.
Something must be wrong.
“Hey.”
“Yes…?”
“Do you know who she is?” He asks, referring to Katara.
You bite your lip as you rummage throughout your brain. “I don't know. I— I feel like I should know… Should I? My mind must be messing with me.”
“Do you know who you are?” Katara asks gently.
You pause for too long.
Katara and Aang look at each other in unison. Something is wrong.
⋮
Memory loss is the price you had to pay.
You're frightened at the gaps in your own mind, breathing unevenly because you're aware you should be holding memories more than what you have right now.
However, your supposed friends sailed you into reality. They asked questions. Slowly. Never prying. Your comfort was still their priority.
To sum it up, you can't recall anyone or anything. You don't remember yourself. You can't remember your family. You can't remember your friends.
But you remember Aang.
All the time spent with him, the laughter, the journeys, the fights. Everything. However, no matter how much you dug, the missing memories are still unreachable. It's frustrating, it's like you're reaching for the stars, but you don't know if that's what you're truly after, so you just long from afar.
You're terrified, Aang thinks. His stomach is still on the floor. To have your entire world begone so suddenly had him on edge.
Memories of him are the sole remaining reflection of who you are; this thought alone unables him to sleep peacefully.
He values personhood and emotional freedom a lot. When you ask clearly what colors you used to like or what you used to hate, his protectiveness will intensify hard.
Because of the memory loss, you find yourself clinging to him more than before, like he's your only guiding light in the gloomy tunnel.
Because he is in tune with your feelings, his main priority will be your emotional safety.
Even if you try to not panic — he'll still catch your hesitance to speak, your eyes darting around, and the silent fear tearing through your face when someone mentions a past you can't access.
Never does he think of even pulling away. He's the only one real to you. If anything, he becomes impossibly gentle.
When you linger closely, sitting by his side at meals, and constantly seeking his presence, especially after waking from nightmares — he doesn't make you feel guilty. Not ever.
Aang knows very well the fear of loss tied to identity. The last thing he desires is to equate you to a burden — that is because you're not.
Your clinginess will be reciprocated, perhaps even more so. Deep sleep no longer comes easy for him, already replaced by his worry for you if you ever wake up panicking. He'll always have a hand on you, unwavering and close, ready to reassure you regardless of your surroundings.
Still, despite his reassurance, you don't always feel easy.
When you offer an apology with the promise to change, he shuts it down immediately.
“Don't apologize please.”
“Sorry, I just realized I've been with you since morning.”
“And I let you, that's because I want you to stay. If it makes you feel safe, I'd want to have you near me. There's nothing to be concerned about, you'll never tire me out.”
“Even if I'm restless?”
“Especially when you're restless.” He caresses your hand.
Hihi. Lemme know what chu think hihi
i will find you in the next life, too ༘⋆ aang x reader
༘⋆ synopsis: you think the world has already claimed aang as theirs, but he makes it clear his heart only belongs to you.
༘⋆ content warningsノtags: soft!aang, jealousy, crying, heavy angst w/ a happy ending, established relationship, panic attacks, reassurance, soulmate fluff, kissing
༘⋆ author's note: i have aang brainworms. i need more fluff fics of him. god i yearn for this man. also, i just came back from a short break, so my writing may be lackluster :,)
Republic City is alive tonight, a sprawling tapestry of lanterns and noise, all gathered to celebrate the legacy of the Avatars. You can feel the vibration of thousands of footsteps through the soles of your shoes, a pulse that matches the thumping in your chest as you weave through the dense, joyous crowd.
Beside you, Aang is a blur of kinetic energy and pure excitement. He holds your hand with a grip that is firm yet gentle, his skin warm against yours, a constant reminder of his presence amidst the constant noise. In his other hand, he clutches a greasy paper sleeve of unfried dough, a specialty of this particular festival that he’s been eyeing since you stepped off the boat. He takes a large, enthusiastic bite, his cheeks puffing out like a messenger-hawk's, and begins to talk before he’s even finished swallowing.
"You have no idea how great this is," he says, his voice muffled by the dough but bright with wonder. He points a half-eaten stick of pastry toward a row of intricately carved wooden arches decorated with swirling blue and white silks.
A cough and a toddler
Your husband, Zuko is sick from a fever, but your toddler wants him anyway
Sorry for any grammatical errors!!
WC: 818
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The royal healers were late. That was the first problem
The second problem? Your toddler Izumi pressed against your leg, her face buried in your robes as she sobbed
“Papa”
“I know baby…” You sighed running your hand over her coil gently “I know”
But here’s the thing, Izumi was Zuko’s daughter,which meant she didn’t want the gentle hair run, she wanted her father right here and right now
Third problem? Zuko was currently in the bedchamber running a high fever, so high that the healer’s messenger looked alarmed when he delivered the news that the royal healers won’t make it that day
So here you were, three hours had passed with Zuko burning up in the next room and Izumi sulking in your robes
“Yuki” You looked up at the head maid who had been standing near the doorway with a bowl of cool water and a cloth folded on her hand
“Lady”
“Can you please stay with Izu for a moment?” You asked
“Of course my lady…little lady” Yuki says carrying Izumi who began to wail louder when she left your side.
You couldn’t stay any longer, Izumi’s cries were heartbreaking, and you needed to see your very sick husband.
You walked into the room, nodding to the guard who was standing by the door and looked at the bed. Zuko was buried under blankets, despite the warmth of the room, which you had figured by then how bad his fever was.
But this was Zuko, he hated being cold and hated admitting when he was weak more, so seeing him under those many blankets meant he was losing the battle
“Zuko” You whispered sitting by him placing the back your hand on his forehead, wincing it due to the heat before moving his bangs away from his face
Zuko wakes up, his voice was hoarse, he was barely there but he still had the strength to deny his weakness “M’fine…”
“You’re not fine”
“Firebenders run hot”
“Zuko you’re currently under how many blankets and you still have the strength to lie to me?...You say that every time” you said before rubbing his cheek, Zuko resting in your hand groaning “The healers are going to be late…Yuki is going to help you…don’t be difficult please?”
“M’not difficult”
You looked at him
“I think…” he said weakly before sighing closing his eyes
“Send Yuki in please…also tell her to bring Izu in” You said to the guard who nodded. Minutes later Yuki came in quietly, Izumi balanced on her hips as the other maid drop the bowl and towel beside you
You thanked her and turned your attention to Izumi who had stoped crying, staring at him with her eyes “Papa…swick?”
Zuko turned his head towards her, his face softening “Yeah baby…papa’s sick”
Izumi squirmed in Yuki’s arms, reaching toward him with both hands “Dwon”
“Baby you can’t go…papa is sick…remember what mama said…papa needs to rest-”
“Dwon!” She yelled squirming more much, signaling a tantrum
You nodded to Yuki who dropped Izumi beside Zuko who rested on his shoulder to look at her
“Hi” Zuko said softly
Izumi sniffled, examined his face and patted his cheek, the scarred one “Papa owie?”
“No baby…just tired” Zuko replies showing a complicated expression
And for the next few minutes you and Yuki watched Izumi babble to Zuko who was trying his best to pay attention to her. 20 minutes had passed and you carried Izumi from the bed
“Papa! I wanwt papa!!” Izumi wiggles in your arms with anger “I wanwt papa!”
“Baby, let Yuki do her job…you’ll be with papa soon baby…I promise” You said, pecking Izumi’s forehead as you watched Yuki fold the wringed out towel and looked at Zuko for permission
“Yes please” Zuko whispers
“Okay lord” Yuki said pressing the cool towel to his forehead, and Zuko made a sound, something between a sigh and a relief, his eyes slowly closing
“Better?” You sked
“Don’t gloat…”
“I’m asking”
“You’re doing the gloating thing…your voice”
“Zuko”
He sighed and looked at you “A bit better”
“The healers will be here soon…just manage for a few hours..” You said as Izumi, much calmer, murmured lines from her picture books doing a slight dance with tears still in her eye.
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Izumi and Zuko were asleep within the half hour. You had placed her on the bed when she started dozing off, and Zuko had slept off watching Izumi sleep on the bed.
You placed a cool towel on his forehead as Yuki gathered the bowl, quietly moving toward the door but before she slipped out you whispered a thank you, and she bowed her head with a smile.
You placed the back of your hand on his forehead, just to check. He was still hot but he was breathing much easier.
You watched the sun starting its long slide toward the evening, painting the chambers gold
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If you want more atla content, please read my newest Aang fic, thank you!!
BETWEEN PLANS AND PROMISES
pairing: ঔঌ firelord! zuko x fem! fiancé! reader જ⁀➴ sypnosis: You forgot that you didn’t just say yes to Zuko—you said yes to the Firelord. Now you’re stuck in wedding planning chaos, palace politics, and expectations you never asked for, all while trying to hold onto the pieces of your old life before they slip away completely. mentions: established relationship, engagement, soft angst but pure fluff at the end part 2 –> here
He says it so simply you almost miss it.
For a second, all you can do is stare at him.
Zuko doesn’t look away. He never does when it matters. There’s something steady in his expression—uncertain, maybe, but certain about this.
Your brain doesn’t catch up.
Your body does.
YEARNING
content: firelord!zuko x black!reader, yearning, arranged marriage, miscommunication, married!couple reader has locs word count: 4.1k synopsis: ever since you and zuko married things haven't been like you imagined they be. And you yearn to truly connect with him again.
A/N: this came into my head the morning after I watched the movie! please for give me if it's a little ooc I tried to do as much research as possible before hand. I'm currently watching the show to get a better grasp on everyone's backstories and personalities. I'm currently on S2! It's so good! I can't believe it came out when I was one. big thanks to @duffymaycry for proofreading!
The sun’s rays marked another day, waking up alone in bed once again in chambers that you now must call home.It had been sixty- one days of the same song and dance :the same amount of time since your wedding.You and Zuko had been married off quite quickly, a political endeavor that would save your people from total annihilation, it seemed like a great idea at first to salvage your tiny kingdom from the blockade that had plagued your people endlessly for centuries.
All you had to do was marry the prince of the strongest empire in the world but to be frank if you knew your days would be filled with constant seclusion from your betrothed, you selfishly would have rejected the offer: if your kingdom wasn’t at the forefront that is.
The people were nothing but delightful to you. They always tried their best to make you feel welcome, asking about your food, clothing and activity preferences, anything to keep you interested day after day they even threw a banquet in your honor but to no avail you still felt the same: hollow. What was the point when the person that you were supposed to share it with wasn’t even there? Wasn't that the point of marriage to spend your days with the person you loved growing your everlasting connection?
𝐬𝐞𝐚, 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞
⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌊 ୭ 002 Siren Eyed
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༄.° summary two people learning their own hunger for sweet domesticity — palates only soothed by something we can familiarity.
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( 🐇) ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉ 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙟𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 & 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙!
( 🕯️) ʳᵘˡᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵐʸ ⁱⁿᵇᵒˣ ⁱˢ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ
༘ ⋆。˚ 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙮 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩! ⁱ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉ ⁱᶠ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉˢ ˚. ᵎᵎ
𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜:
𝙋𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙘 / 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 & 𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚
𝙊𝙧 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 “𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚” 𝙞 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙤𝙛 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
꒰ ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ʷᵉⁱʳᵈ ꒱
𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧: 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚! 𝘼𝙨 𝙞’𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚!, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡 - 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣
( 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨! )
ꪆৎ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🫶🏽
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A lost puppy
Aang is a puppy that loves his wife very very much
Sorry for any grammatical errors!!
WC: ~507
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“You’re staring”
You turn your head to see Aang resting his head on his hand and staring at you
“Did I tell you you’re pretty” Aang says
“Yes…you told me when you woke up, you told me when I made breakfast, you told me when I had my bath…yes Aang you have told me so many times”
“You’re pretty…my pretty wife” Aang says grabbing your hand and kissing your hand
“Aang-”
“Pretty…you’re so pretty…I need to tell you more”
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This had been going on for some days, the lost puppy phenomenon you called it started when Aang had followed you. If you went to your garden to check your flowers, he appeared in five minutes claiming he needed fresh air. If you visited the library, there he was, holding a scroll he had been meaning to read. If you walked into the kitchen for a snack, he was behind you muttering to himself and looking away from your stare leaving the kitchen in 10 minutes.
But you knew he stayed outside the kitchen 3 minutes later.
You had tested your theory once, you got up from the dinner table without a word and walked to your garden when you heard him, the soft pat of his sandals
You turned around to see him standing in the doorway, trying his best not to look like he got caught.
“Fresh air” He says as if he knew you were judging him
“Fresh air? Really?”
“Yeah fresh air” He replied
“It’s raining”
“I like the rain”
“Since when”
“Since…now…I think”
“Aang,were you following me?’
“No!...no I wasn’t” Aang replied the edge of his ears turning pink “I…I was just walking in thisdirection…coincidentally”
“Coincidentally?”
“Yes”
“You do know that the only thing past the garden is the broom closet…right?”
“Of course…I like broom closets”
“And you’re here because?”
“Because…I like the fresh air-”
“Again it’s raining”
“I like the fresh rain air! Very nice”
You giggle standing up and walking to him “Aang…”
“Okay…I was following you…and I know it’s weird-”
“Weird?”
“I’m your husband and I’m following you everywhere like I wouldn’t see you in our bed…but you’re so pretty”
“Aang-” You said before laughing as Aang stared at you with love
“You have a nice laugh…I don’t think I tell you enough”
“You say that everyday”
“I should tell you more” He said, stepping closer to you, placing his hands on your waist “Can I kiss you?”
“You know you don’t have to ask right?”
“I know…can I kiss you”
You giggle, pulling him and kissing him, sighing into his mouth as you wrap your hands around his neck. Aang responds by pushing you by the wall, and carrying you rubbing his hip against yours
“Aang” You said after you two finally pulled away. You stared into his eyes and he makes a groan before pecking your neck “Pretty…so pretty”
He pulled away from your neck and gave you his eyes “Did I tell you that you’re pretty”
He’s definitely a lost puppy without you
aang x black!reader
a/n: just washed my hair and it got me thinking.
aang would be very eager to help you take down your braids.
the first time he sees you do it, he doesn't ask what you're doing. all he asks is if he can help and you nod, smiling as you pass him a comb.
he's very gentle with your hair, takes his time with teasing out any knots and follows your instructions to a tee. if he feels like he's hurting you, he'll stop in a mild panic before you assure him that you're fine, he didn't tug on your curls that hard.
aang wants to know everything about your wash process. he'll watch attentively as you wash your hair with specially made shampoo and conditioner. he'll come to you quickly when you ask him to towel dry your hair, his big hands so tender as he ensures it's as dry as it can be.
"can you teach me how to braid?" he asks softly. "so i can help you next time?"
your heart feels a little too big in your chest, pushing against your ribcage. it hurts, to love this man so much. to see how much he loves you and wants to be involved in all that you do.
"of course," you say, like a promise.
and aang smiles at you like the sun he is.
𝐬𝐞𝐚, 𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞
⋆⠀҂҂⠀๑⠀، 🌊 ୭ 001 Touched So Softly
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༄.° summary in the pursuit of finding healing touch, aang learns to befriend an introspective healer on her own terms.