have you read any good aang x reader fics lately and if so, any recs kween? 🥹🥹
Helloo!! I apologize for not answering this immediately. I had to take my time and look back at the Aang fics I have read 😭
Which is surprisingly not a lot, I was so sure I had read so many!!
But here is my list:
Taking Space by @tteokdoroki. The best smut writer imo, and if you're a yuji lover like me, then you'll really like this blog too!
Tomorrow's Promise by @luvqi. I read it recently, and it's SO SO good! We love a yearning Aang.
Eyes of the girl I won't forget by @bia-nana. SOOO good! I was shitting tears by the end of it :(
The Avatar's Girl by @ruya4four. Their blog is a FEAST for anyone who's a huge fan of both Avatars (ATLA and James Cameron). This Aang fic is definitely my favorite, it's so cute and sexyyy.
Anything by @singse. But go read THIS ONE, and THIS TOO, ANDDDDD THIS, . There are so so SO many, you'll be so satisfied!
Same with @gyalcapone. Their recent work, though not TECHNICALLY an ang fic, I think it counts, which is Night Moves. I am obsessed with this fantasy AHh. You'll find more on their blog!
These are all I have.
Please recommend any more Aang fics you know!
You can also use this opportunity to share your own Aang fics because I would love to read them! 🤍
I swear to fucking god. I would claw out OneDrive from my computer if I could. I would burn down their servers if I could. I would run down their stocks to the ground if I could. I hope every single one of their workers gets a better offer from a competitor in the next 24 hours. I hope every single one of their light bulbs explodes at the same time. I hope every single carton of milk in their fridge will always be expired.
Stop backing up my fucking files.
Stop asking me to back up my fucking files.
Stop taking my fucking files off my fucking computer.
I don't want a fucking reminder in three fucking days. Let me fucking say no.
╰┈➤ Once the wedding celebration starts to dim down you and Aang now can wind down during your honey moon after weeks of organizing, planning, and inviting
Tags: fluff, late night chats, follow up scenario, Author feels lonely again
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The midday sun beat down on Ember Island, casting a brilliant golden glow over a secluded rocky cove hidden far beyond the main beach resort. Free from the joyful chaos of the wedding reception, the world had finally shrunk down to just the two of you. A small, open air cabana sat nestled against the dramatic volcanic cliffs, draped in soft yellow and deep crimson silks that billowed languidly in the tropical sea breeze.
He was sitting on the edge of a wide wooden deck overlooking the water, his formal wedding saffron robes replaced by simple, loose fitting linen trousers. His bare feet dangled over the edge, toes occasionally skimming the cool water below. Hearing your footsteps on the smooth wooden planks, he turned his head, a soft, instantly relaxed smile lighting up his face as he looked up at you.
"I was starting to think you got caught by Sokka," Aang teased, his voice dropping into that warm, intimate register meant only for you. He reached out, his hand instantly capturing yours and pulling you down onto the cushion right beside him. "He was looking for someone to rate and debate on a scale if he should buy that thing his been eyeing at the market ever since we got here, just like the bag way back when we travelled to that village near Mt. Makapu and I knew if he found you, I wouldn't get my wife back for hours." Aang huffed out an airy chuckle.
You let out a soft laugh in response, leaning comfortably into his side as his arm immediately wound around your waist, holding you close. "I managed to dodge him by using Suki to distract him." You smiled and chuckled, reaching up to gently trace the blue arrow tattoo on the back of his hand.
Aang’s shoulders shook with a silent, delighted chuckle at your confession, his fingers tightening warmly around yours. "Smart move," he murmured, his gray eyes sparkling with sheer amusement. "Remind me to thank her later.."
He shifted his weight, pulling you even closer until the side of your face rested right against the soft curve of his shoulder. The contrast between you was a familiar, comforting rhythm the natural, deep warmth radiating from your body melting perfectly into the cool, refreshing sea breeze that Aang subconsciously pulled into the open air cabana. Up here, away from the grand expectations of the Fire Lord's court and the watchful eyes of the global delegates, the realization of what had just happened over the last few days finally started to settle into the quiet spaces between you.
"You know," Aang whispered softly, his thumb tracing smooth, comforting circles against your hip, "I spent so long trying to make sure everything was perfect for today. I wanted the Fire Nation traditions to look flawless for your parents, and I wanted the Air Nomad customs to feel genuinely honored. But sitting here right now? I realize I could have married you anywhere else, and it wouldn't have changed a single thing."
You smiled against his skin, your fingers still tracing the clean, blue lines of the arrow tattoo on the back of his hand. "And yknow..honestly... it's just so incredibly good to finally have you all to myself. No treaties to sign, no regional disputes to mediate. Just... my wife."
He breathed the word out gently and smoothly, a quiet, breathtakingly soft smile breaking across his features. He said it again, lower this time, leaning his head down so his forehead brushed against yours. "Wife. Wow. It still feels like a beautiful dream I'm waiting to wake up from. But your hands are on mine, and you're right here, and I get to keep you forever."
"I am right here," you murmured back, your heart doing a happy, erratic flutter at the raw devotion shining in his gaze. "And for the record, you did an amazing job with the protocols today. Don't stress too much about making things perfect, I truly...truly appreciate all that you do and I am glad to have you as my husband.."
With a subtle, completely effortless flick of his wrist, Aang let a tiny current of wind roll across the deck. It caught a handful of pink hibiscus petals that had drifted near the cushions, sending them into a slow, elegant, swirling movements in the space right between your faces. He watched the petals spin, his eyes softening into a look of deep, helpless captivation that was entirely directed at you.
"Monk Gyatso always taught me that the wind survives by remaining completely detached, moving freely from place to place without ever locking onto one spot," Aang said, his voice dropping into a deeply earnest, quiet tone. "And I lived like that for a really long time. But then you came into my life with all your sparks, your beautiful, stubborn heart, and a flame that didn't go out. You anchored me, and for the first time in my life, I didn't want to fly away anymore. I wanted to build a home. Right where you are."
Your chest swelled, a sudden wave of intense emotion catching in your throat. You didn't answer with words at first; you let out a soft, steady breath, sending a tiny, perfectly controlled spark of golden flame to catch the center of the spinning petals. Aang’s gentle air current immediately fed the spark just like at the altar, transforming the little vortex of flowers into a beautiful, glowing halo of warm amber light that illuminated the sharp lines of his face and the bright blue of his tattoos.
Aang didn't say another word. The helpless, completely infatuated grin returned to his face as he closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a deep, lingering kiss that tasted of sweet tropical fruit and the salty sea air. The glowing circle of petals drifted harmlessly to the deck as his hands moved up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs wiping tenderly across your skin to keep you fully present in the quiet, night.
Author's Note
AAAHH hey guys, this is like a follow up to my other Aang post, anonymous requested a follow up fic to it so here it is 😋
Anywayz go check my master list for more content okaiiu bai
Aang won't tell you this but he thinks that kissing you is as instinctual as breathing. When dawn breaks, the sun climbing past the mountain peaks, the first thing he does when he wakes up is roll over to kiss you. He'll tug you back into his chest if you had shifted through the night, his strong arm wrapping around you like a band effectively trapping your sleep-warm body as close to his as humanly possible. Each morning, without fail, starts with a sweet trail of kisses, beginning at your temple, moving down to your cheek, and skimming along your jawline just before he reaches your neck. His face slots into the junction of it like a puzzle piece, his breath warm and lips tender as he mumbles a drowsy "Good morning."
After his morning meditation under the juniper tree, his smile is sunbeam bright when he meets you at the back doorstep. Slender fingers wrap around the steaming mug of tea you hold out to him, he sighs happily because it's always made just the way he likes, semi-sweet and very fragrant. His free hand curls into the fabric of your lounge tunic, palm like a brand on your hip as he kisses your forehead in thanks.
On the days when there just isn't enough time for him to make breakfast with you, the minute you set his plate down in front of him, he's catching your hand and holding it by the wrist to kiss from the heel of your palm to the tips of your fingers. Aang always holds your gaze when he thanks you for feeding him, needing you to see how grateful he is.
For the days he can afford to linger a little longer, he'll stand behind you, arms at home around your torso and lips pressed to the nape of your neck. Of course, he has to adjust his stance or bend his head to reach, but he doesn't mind, not even when you tell him he'll end up looking like a cooked shrimp if he isn't careful. Sometimes there are playful kisses, the ones he'll demand to give you in exchange for your towel he purposely snatched while you were showering. You let him, always, and once he's had his fill for the moment, he'd grab the towel from you and wrap you in it himself, eyes blazing with a heat hotter than the water you just bathed in. He'll kiss your neck, wet little pecks that stop at your breasts before he lets you go so that you can get ready for the day.
If you're going in the same direction, walking hand in hand, every so often he'll kiss the back of your hand. If you just so happen to be speaking at the time, it disrupts your train of thought. He does do it on purpose, and grins like a pleased puss whenever you hide your flustered face in his bicep. If you're going your separate ways, a 'goodbye' kiss is mandatory and it'll throw off his whole day if he doesn't get one. There was one particular afternoon he rushed out so quickly you were convinced spirits were nipping at the tail end of his glider as he only managed a rushed-out 'love you forever' before he was jetting off into the sky. You were left standing there, arms outstretched, eyes closed and ready for his usual kiss, it never came.
You decide not to think too much about it, lest you start dwelling on the fact that this could be where the inconsistency would start. Yes, you're spoiled to the core when it comes to his clockwork kisses and you have no shame in that whatsoever. Still, the overthinking has made you rather petulant about your kiss or lack thereof, causing you to nearly crush the newly signed scroll while wrapping it back up. Then, the breeze picked up and quick as a blink, a blur of saffron shot through the open window.
Of course, he came back.
"Aang, what-"
"I forgot somethin'." Is all he says before he leans his glider against the wall, then you're being pulled forward and dipped into a sweeping kiss, so long and lingering as if he were trying to take your very breath away.
Your arms wrap around his neck and he sighs into your mouth before pulling away and righting you. Dazed is how he leaves you as he grabs his glider and disappears the way he came, the 'love you forever' sounding like a wind chime as he goes.
Slow languid kisses in the late evening are sacred; after your council meetings end, and if his lectures with the Acolytes don't carry into the late night. The lucky days like these find you perched in his lap, your hands gripping his biceps or around his neck—wherever they can find purchase as his tongue splits the seam of your lips to chase yours, mapping the cavern of your mouth and licking the taste of apple cake out of it.
He'll scoop you up then, taking you to your shared bed, laying you back against the pillows before crawling between your thighs and peppering biting kisses up the apex. When you're fed up with the teasing, he'll apologize with slick and sticky kisses up your wet slit, asking for your forgiveness in between kitten licks to your throbbing clit.
You'll plead for the weight of him against you and he'll work his way back up, kissing the expanse of your body til he's back to your lips. Big hands squeeze your cheeks as he buries himself in your tight heat, heavy cock kissing your spongy sweet spot while you eagerly kiss the taste of your arousal out of his mouth, not stopping until he's whining, claiming he needs air. The absolute weak man that he is doesn't let you go far, he'll kiss the slivers of skin that he thought he missed while you bask in the warm haze of afterglow.
Goodnight kisses are merely a sleepy but no less meaningful chaste little thing to any part of you he can reach in his drowsy state. He'd be half-awake as he tucks you against his side muttering incoherently about one spot he never got to reach.
Sokka was a virgin. No matter what he said or how hard he tried to come off as a playboy, he had never even seen a fully naked woman, nor had he ever touched one.
Yes, he’d had girlfriends before you, but they’d never taken things this far. So, on your wedding night, you expected him to take control, rip you out of your clothes, and sweep you away in the moment. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed like a scared puppy.
“…Sokka?”
He flinched at the sound of his name.
“Hm? Y-yes? What’s the matter?”
You sat there with your robe hanging dangerously low, your cleavage on display as you awkwardly looked around the room.
“I thought you said we were gonna… um, do it.”
Sokka’s heart pounded so hard against his chest you swore you could hear it. You huffed, smacking the covers in frustration. Fine. If he was too cowardly to do anything, then you’d have to.
You crawled to the edge of the bed and straddled his lap, immediately feeling him harden beneath you. His face turned completely red as he looked up at you, taking all of you in.
“We can take it slow, okay? This is my first time too.”
That seemed to calm him somewhat, though he was still a stuttering, blushing mess.
You did exactly as you promised. You took things slow, his hands carefully caressing and learning your body while you learned his. The first time Sokka slipped inside you, he came after only a few thrusts. The two of you froze as you felt him spill down your thigh. He looked utterly mortified.
“It’s okay,” you whispered. “We can keep going.”
Sokka was a smart man. Once he took the time to learn you—watching your reactions, figuring out what made you whimper and moan it was over. He wasn’t exactly a pro, but he still managed to get both of you to the finish line three times that night… though he reached it a little earlier than you did.
You rested against his bare chest, his arm wrapped loosely around you. Your breathing synced together as you absentmindedly traced random shapes against his skin.
You pressed a small kiss to his chest and smiled. “I enjoyed our wedding night.”
He smiled too, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
my period came yesterday, needed the comfort, have this
"Babe look, I finished the-" Sokka burst into the room, only to stop short at Aang gesturing for him to keep it down. His eyes immediately find your sleeping form curled into Aang's, with the latter's right hand pressed against your bare stomach.
"Finally fell asleep, then?" Sokka murmurs, slipping his shoes off before padding quietly to stand at the edge of the bed.
Aang nods an affirmative. "About twenty minutes or so."
"So the tea Katara made finally worked?"
"I don't think so, she's had like three cups and was still in pain, she only stopped complaining about it when I put my hand on her stomach."
"Cold or hot?"
"Hot."
Sokka sticks his arm out. "How hot? Lemme feel." The gears have already started turning in his head, a lightbulb switching on, a hamster running on its wheel, a brain blast if you will.
Aang falters, "You sure? She kept asking me to make it warmer and I was worried my fingertips would start smoking."
"Lay it on me," Sokka insists. "I got an idea that might help, but I need to know how much heat she can take."
"Between the two of us? Plenty." Aang grins proudly at his own joke and Sokka has to summon the will of the ocean spirit to keep the ugly laugh in. Plus, he doesn't need to give his boyfriend any satisfaction.
"That was lame."
"You're trying not to laugh though." Aang's eyes twinkle with mirth.
"Am not, now stop stalling." Arms fold across his chest in triumph when the other man's smile falters.
"Sokka, it's too hot for you, it's as hot as how she likes her bathwater."
"You sayin' I can't handle it?"
"You refuse to take showers with her."
"You're wasting time!" Sokka whispers.
Aang sighs, lifting his other hand to press against Sokka's bare chest and Sokka jumps back. "Should've just stuck her in the hearth."
"Quiet! What's your idea anyway?"
"You'll know when it's done." With a kiss to your cheek, and Aang's forehead, Sokka leaves the room after, absentmindedly rubbing his sternum and muttering to himself about hot ladies and hellfire heat.
Twenty-eight days later, Sokka is clipping a belt around your waist and as soon as he powers it on, your posture straightens as the sudden burst of heat warms your core. "That feels s'good," your words slur together, toes straightening out as the pain from your cramps starts to ease. You could cry from sheer relief, but you settle for planting a big, fat kiss on Sokka's lips.
"Thanks handsome! Works like a charm."
Your boyfriend blushes up a storm, ocean colored eyes brightening at the praise while the other one is sitting on the rug pouting up a storm.
"What was wrong with my hand?"
"Aw, sweet boy, I couldn't keep using you as a heating pad forever."
"And why not?" He deflates like a balloon and you're leaning into him to kiss away his frown. He isn't really too broken up, as realistically, he couldn't have his hand up your shirt 24/7, and seeing Sokka invent anything always leaves him feeling awestruck and unwaveringly proud.
"You did good." Aang squeezes his nape and the shorter man beams in pride.
I haven't been updating much lately, trying to focus on getting my life together, but I have to share this for my piece of mind.
Tonight (24.05.2026) russia attacked my city (Kyiv, Ukraine) with drones, ballistic missiles and cruise missiles. It's not anything unusual, and lately we've been getting better at deflecting these attacks, but not tonight. Due to the lack of defense weaponry, my city suffered a lot of damage. The worst damaged area – my neighborhood, Lukyanivka.
My neighborhood is famous for several things, among them is the first McDonald's in my country, an old farmers' market and a fine mall right by the subway station. Almost all of these things got destroyed tonight by ballistic missiles:
The mall:
The market:
The station suffered minor damages, but the smoke and dust from the explosions got underground to the people using the station as a shelter. They had to be evacuated to the nearest station to prevent suffocation or poisoning. I've experienced this before, you really feel like the whole 80 meters of earth above your head are going to cave in at any moment.
By the sheer force of luck me and my family happened to be outside of the city. We heard the missiles passing by and exploding in Kyiv. The explosions were so loud, we heard them clearly even being 50+ kms away from the city!
If we were home during the attack, we would have gone to the neighboring underground parking lot. One of missiles fell right outside of our neighboring building, the one with the parking lot. It shattered glass in several buildings around it, the explosion wave hitting my building as well. Some of my neighbors lost their windows as well from the explosion wave.
I am devastated to say the least. It doesn't feel real to see your home gone. Everything I grew up with, places I frequented with the people no longer with us, they're gone. I know we'll rebuild, but I can't shake off the guilt for not being here for my home.
This is the video I took while looking around the market.