𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂

Hobie Brown enthusiast 🩷 Hayden Christensen fangirl 🩷 Backup @addietheehottie

[princessaddz]

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

──۶ৎ── 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ──۶ৎ──

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

──۶ৎ── 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨 ──۶ৎ──

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪.

──۶ৎ── 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨 ──۶ৎ──

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪.

──۶ৎ── 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ──۶ৎ──

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪.

──۶ৎ── 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 ──۶ৎ──

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐱𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐦/𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐮𝐩 @𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞

[princessaddz]

I saw that your requests are closed but I was wondering if you’re still going to do requests that were asked before they were closed? I specifically was very excited for the third storyline in that request abt dad Hobie x daughter reader

Yes I am! I'm working on that dont worry 😇😇

[princessaddz]

An Impossible Guest (Prologue)

☆Fire Lord Zuko x Reader. ☆WC:2.5K ☆Summary: Loosely based on the K-Dramas Crash landing on You and Bon Appetite Your Majesty. Reader owns a bakery and her friend insists that she takes a break from working so they go to the beach. In an unexplainable Jet ski accident, reader ends up in another world. One with a handsome Lord.

Even before your eyes opened, the faint aroma of sourdough starter, melted butter, and vanilla lingered in your apartment above the bakery. It had become your favorite way to wake up as it was a quiet reminder of the life that was waiting downstairs.

The sky was still dark when you tied your apron around your waist as you descended the narrow staircase slipped into the kitchen. You put on some music after switching on the warm pendant lights, bathing the little bakery in a golden glow.

Rows of empty display cases waited to be filled, the espresso machine hissed to life and you began preparing the dough for the day. By the time the first batch of croissants slid into the oven, two of your workers arrived to help you out. 

At six thirty, you open the doors to the bakery and it quickly filled with the morning rush,  

"Morning, Mrs. Alvarez," you greeted as your first customer stepped inside. The elderly woman smiled brightly. "Morning, sweetheart. Tell me you saved me one of those cinnamon rolls."

"I saved you two," you say with a soft smile already bagging it for her. She paid and picked up the bags. 

"You spoil me." Mrs. Alvarez chuckled as she made her way to her usual table by the window. 

Soon the bakery filled with conversation. There were many students rushing before class and office workers who claimed they only came for coffee but somehow always left with pastries too. 

Your bakery had become more than a business. It’s place where people lingered because it felt like home. And that was exactly what you'd always wanted.

"Chef?" You turned to find your newest apprentice standing beside the flour bins, clutching a mixing bowl with obvious uncertainty.

"What's up, Mia?"

"I... think I ruined the brioche dough," she said disappointedly.

You peeked into the bowl. "It's overmixed."

Her shoulders immediately slumped. "I'm sorry."

"Hey." You smiled gently, “I’ve cried over dough once because I wasn’t getting it right. It’s okay to make mistakes."

The tension melted from her shoulders as you washed your hands and stepped beside her. For the next hour, you worked side by side, explaining every fold and small detail that transformed simple ingredients into something delicious. By closing time, the display cases were almost empty just the way you liked them. 

The little sign on the front door flipped to close as the last customer waved goodbye just after six. You stayed after hours. The radio played softly while you pulled out a notebook stained with flour and dotted with handwritten measurements.

You scribbled ideas in the margins. You tested batch after batch until the clock crept past ten. Creating something new had always been your favorite part of the job. One day, you told yourself as you looked around the quiet little bakery, there'd be another shop. 

You smiled to yourself. One bakery had started as a dream, who's to say another couldn't? You turned off the lights one by one and headed up to your apartment to get ready for bed. 

After taking a shower, you sat on your bed writing down more ideas in your recipe book. The sound of your phone vibrating against the nightstand pulled you from the notebook balanced on your lap.

You glanced at the screen to see your best friend calling and a small smile found its way onto your face.

"Hey," you answered, tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder as you continued to write. "What's up?"

"Don't tell me you're working."

"...I'm not," you say softly "I just had an idea for a lemon and blackberry Danish." You lean your head against the backboard with a sigh. "So what do you want?"

"I already told you like three weeks ago that you need a day off."

"I have Sundays," you say defensively. 

"Girl… Your biggest relationship is with sourdough starter. You need to get out more!"

You gasped. "His name is Bernard."

She burst into laughter. "I can't believe you named it!"

"You would too if you fed something every day for five years."

There was another brief silence before Maya spoke again in a softer tone. "I'm serious. You've worked every single day for months."

"I like working," you close your book and place it on the nightstand. "I know you do." She paused. "But I miss my best friend… I'm picking you up tomorrow at nine."

"What?" You start but she cuts you off before you could think of another excuse. "We're going to the beach."

"But I..."

"Nope. Tomorrow. Nine o'clock." The call ended before you could protest again. You stared at your phone in disbelief.

The following morning, true to her word, your best friend was outside your apartment at exactly nine. She leaned against her car wearing sunglasses and a grin on her face. 

You rolled your eyes, unable to hide your smile. The drive was nice, with the windows down and music loud. Your best friend sang terribly to every song that came on, changing lyrics whenever she forgot them. 

The salty breeze greeted you when you stepped onto the sand. Children chased one another along the shoreline. You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the wind on your face.  "I forgot how nice this is," you admitted.

"I know." Maya nudged your shoulder. "Ready for the fun part?"

You followed her gaze. Rows of brightly colored jet skis bobbed gently near the dock. Your confidence disappeared instantly. "...Absolutely not."

"Oh, absolutely yes," she said excitedly. 

"I've never done that. It looks expensive."

She laughed. "You worry too much." Within half an hour, after a safety briefing and far more convincing than you cared to admit, you found yourself sitting atop a jet ski. Your hands gripped the handlebars and your shoulders were tense.

Your friend, who was a few feet away, flashed you an encouraging thumbs-up. The instructor signaled for everyone to head out. You swallowed hard before slowly and carefully easing the throttle forward. The jet ski glided across the water fast and the cool ocean spray splashed against your arms. And you were smiling at the feeling of the wind. You glanced toward your friend, who threw both hands into the air for a second before grabbing the handlebars again.

"You love it!" she shouted.

"I really do!" For the first time in months you weren't thinking about tomorrow's orders.

You didn't notice the clouds at first. The sky had been brilliantly blue all afternoon. The breeze had felt refreshing against your skin, and every burst of speed sent another laugh tumbling from your lips.

She raced ahead of you, then the wind shifted, making you slow your jet ski, glancing toward the horizon. Gray clouds stretched across the ocean far faster than they should have.

"...That's weird."

A low rumble echoed in the distance. The waves, once gentle swells beneath you, began rising higher. You looked for your friend who was farther away now still visible but only barely. A horn sounded from somewhere near the docks. You turned your jet ski toward shore before the fog rolled in with startling speed. One moment you could see the coastline and the next it disappeared behind a wall of white.

The water beneath you became uneven, tossing the jet ski from side to side. You tightened your grip on the handlebars. "It's okay," you whispered to yourself. "Just head straight."

But straight where? The shoreline was gone and the other riders had vanished into the fog and your heartbeat quickened in panic.

Another wave lifted the jet ski before slamming it back onto the water. Your teeth clicked together painfully. Every direction looked exactly the same, gray sky, gray water and white fog. 

One second, the water beneath you dipped and something immense rose behind you. You turned just in time to catch a glimpse of dark water towering overhead. The wave crashed into you and your hands slipped from the handlebars. You were thrown backward, tumbling beneath the surface. Your lungs burned as you kicked instinctively, reaching for the surface.

The current pulled at your clothes, dragging you farther than you could tell. You opened your eyes to find only darkness. Your chest ached and you kicked harder. The pressure in your lungs became unbearable. Your movements slowed and the water no longer felt violent.

The last thing you saw was a strange flicker of light beneath the waves almost golden. It shimmered just beyond your reach then everything faded into darkness.

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The sea was unusually calm. After several days of diplomatic meetings with the Earth Kingdom, Fire Lord Zuko's royal ship had begun its journey home. A steady breeze filled the crimson sails as the vessel cut cleanly through the open ocean.

Zuko stood near the bow, one hand resting against the polished railing. The negotiations had been successful and trade agreements had been signed. It should have been enough to ease the weight on his shoulders, but all he felt was tired.

Leading a nation, he'd discovered, could be just as exhausting as fighting for one.

"Fire Lord." He turned as the ship's captain approached. "We should reach the capital by tomorrow morning." 

Zuko gave a small nod. "Good."

The captain bowed and turned to continue his duties. Before he could take more than a few steps, a voice shouted from high above. "Something in the water!" The entire deck froze. The lookout leaned dangerously over the edge of the crow's nest, pointing toward the starboard side. "There!" Sailors rushed to the railing. "What is it?"

"...a person!" Murmurs rippled through the crew.

"That's impossible," murmured Zuko

They were nowhere near a harbor. No merchant ships had crossed their path all morning. As the royal ship drew closer, the shape became clearer. You drifted silently with the tide, rising and falling with each passing wave. No wreckage floated nearby.

"What is she wearing?" A sailor asked.

Every pair of eyes settled on the unfamiliar clothing clinging to your body. The fabric was unlike anything anyone aboard had ever seen. Nothing resembled clothing from the Fire Nation... or any of the Four Nations. "Could she be from somewhere beyond the sea?" someone wondered aloud.

"There is nothing beyond the sea," another answered quietly. The captain looked at Zuko. "My lord?"

Zuko never looked away from you, your body floated unnaturally still. His jaw tightened. "Stop the ship." 

The captain blinked in surprise."Fire Lord?"

"I said stop the ship." The vessel slowed as sailors hurried into motion.

One crewman grabbed a rope. "I'll prepare a rescue boat—"

A loud splash interrupted him and every head snapped toward the water. Without a moment's hesitation, Zuko had leapt overboard. The cold sea swallowed him before he resurfaced several yards from the ship, swimming toward you with determined strokes.

"My lord!" the captain shouted. "Wait for the rescue boat!"

Zuko ignored him. His eyes never left your motionless form. The waves pushed against him, tugging at the heavy fabric of his robes, but he fought through them until he finally reached you. Your skin was cold beneath his hand. He slipped one arm beneath your shoulders, carefully lifting your face above the surface.

The ship drew closer as ropes splashed into the water beside them. Hands reached down from above and together, the crew pulled you aboard before helping their Fire Lord climb back onto the deck. You lay motionless against the polished wood, seawater collecting beneath you. The sailors gathered in silence. No one recognized you and no one could explain how you'd ended up in the middle of the ocean. The strange clothes you wore only deepened the mystery. The captain looked uncertainly toward Zuko.

Zuko knelt beside you, brushing damp strands of hair away from your face. He felt a faint breath against the back of his fingers. Relief flickered across his face.

"She's alive." 

The ship's physician hurried forward. "I'll examine her immediately." 

Zuko nodded once. "Take her below deck."

The physician hesitated. "Fire Lord... we don't know who she is. She could be dangerous."

Zuko's golden eyes lifted to meet his. Until we know otherwise, she is under my protection." No one argued as the crew carefully lifted you into their arms and carried you below deck, Zuko remained where he was for a moment longer, watching the ocean behind the ship. 

Your consciousness returned slowly. A thick blanket rested over your body, the gentle rocking beneath you made it feel as though you were still floating. Your brows furrowed. Above you stretched a polished wooden ceiling crossed with dark beams. Your breathing quickened.

"Easy." The voice was calm beside you. You turned toward it and a  man sat a few feet away beside your bed. Long black hair was tied neatly back, a few loose strands framing his face. Rich crimson robes embroidered with gold draped over his shoulders, the fabric far finer than anything you'd ever seen. Then your eyes caught the scar that stretched across the left side of his face and his eyes were gold.

He closed the book resting in his lap and stood. "I was beginning to wonder when you'd wake up."

You pushed yourself upright and dizziness washed over you, and you grabbed the edge of the bed to steady yourself. "You should lie back down," he says.

"I'm okay."

He waited until you had caught your breath, watching you carefully with concern. Finally, he spoke. "Can you tell me your name?"

You quietly told him and he repeated it once under his breath, committing it to memory.

"I'm Zuko." 

You gave a small nod, your attention already drifting around the room again. Everything looked handcrafted and elegant. Almost historical.

"...Where am I?"

"You're aboard the royal ship of the Fire Nation," Zuko answered.

"...I'm sorry," you said after a long pause. "The... what?"

"The Fire Nation."

A nervous laugh escaped you before you could stop it. "...What?"

"I found you unconscious in the ocean," he said quietly.

Your hand came up to your temple. "I was jet skiing."

His brow furrowed slightly. "Jet... skiing?"

"You know..." You gestured vaguely with your hands. "A jet ski? On the water?"

He shook his head. "I don't know what that is."

"Okay..." You rubbed your face, trying to make sense of everything. "This isn't funny." Your eyes searched his face, waiting for even the smallest sign that this was some elaborate joke but there wasn't one. "...Where is this?" 

"The Fire Nation," he stated.

"No," you said, shaking your head. "I mean... what country?"

A flicker of confusion crossed his face. "Country?" You frowned. "Yeah... like... America? Japan? Australia?" you ask.

"I don't know those places," Zuko frowned, eyeing you in confusion. 

The knot in your stomach tightened. You looked around the cabin once more before meeting his eyes again. "I will leave you so you can get more rest. Sounds like you need it,” he says before slipping out the room.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rights to any Characters mentioned nor do I consent to plagiarism of any kind. Thankyou ;) Tags: @strangeprincessblog @cinnamongirlkisses @amethyst09 @skyavyel @butterflygirlblogg @ayannasinterlude @uchihabbynic @yuukimii @xoxocelestial ──۶ৎ──Masterlist ──۶ৎ──Zuko Masterlist

[addietheehottie]

𝓟𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓘𝓽 𝓟𝓾𝓷𝓴𓇼

[princessaddz]

Some art I did

[princessaddz]

──۶ৎ── Modern AU Dealer Zuko x Reader ──۶ৎ──

Texting your Dealer that you kinda have a crush on.

[princessaddz]

Hi! Can I please request an angsty aang x reader fic

Where aang has 2 airbending kinda and 1 no bending kid and 1 earthbending kid who

And it’s just aang subconsciously giving his air bending kinds more attention and kinda neglecting his other kids

Like yes he would still help take care of them but he won’t be there as much and it’s hurting them cause they just want their dad’s attention.

And you their mom notices and it hurts seeing your kids feel that way so you confront aang

──۶ৎ──Absent ──۶ৎ──

☆Aang x Fem!reader. ☆Word Count: 1.K ☆CW: Angst. Aang being an absent father. An extra child that is unnamed as also happens to be an airbender ☆AN: I am SOOOO sorry this took long. I began writing this ages ago and forgot bcz Aang was pissing me off. (that's my fault but oh well)

Aang had just gotten back from taking Tenzin gliding over the cliffs surrounding the Air Temple and the little boy couldn't stop talking.

"Dad let me steer! He said next time he'll teach me how to catch the wind!" he said excitingly as he stepped inside.  Aang laughed, ruffling Tenzin's hair. "You did great."

You smiled from the kitchen, stirring dinner. "Sounds like fun."

"It was!" Tenzin beamed before racing off.

Aang wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "You should've seen him. He's getting so good."

You leaned into him. "I'm sure."

Your smile faltered as you looked across the room where Bumi sat quietly carving a little wooden bison. He hadn't looked up since his father came home.

Over the next week, Bumi worked hard on his carving before taking it to his father. "Dad?"

Aang looked away from the ancient Air Nomad scroll he was reading with Tenzin. Bumi stood awkwardly in the doorway. "I made something," he says shyly.

"Oh?" Aang perked up. 

Bumi walked over, holding out the little carving he'd been working on for days. It wasn't perfect, one horn was shorter than the other and the tail was crooked but he'd spent every spare minute making it.

"For you," the boy says, holding it out. 

Aang smiled. "That's really nice, buddy." He took it, looked at it for maybe three seconds then absentmindedly set it beside the scroll. "Can you put it on my desk? Tenzin and I are in the middle of something."

Bumi's smile disappeared; he nodded solemnly and walked away.

That night, you found the carving tucked into one of Bumi's drawers instead of on Aang’s desk. Bumi had hidden it after realizing his father hadn't cared enough to keep it. You picked it up carefully to inspect it. It was beautiful. Your eyes burned before you quickly placed it back inside the desk. 

"Dad?" Kya poked her head into Aang's study. He was helping Tenzin translate old Air Nomad texts.

"What is it, sweetheart?" he hummed.

"Will you braid my hair?" the young girl asked quietly. 

"Can it wait?"

She hesitated. "...Okay."

An hour later you found her sitting on her bed. Trying and failing to braid it herself, her tiny fingers kept getting tangled. You sat behind her and helped her with the plaits.

She leaned against you with a soft sigh.  "I wanted Dad to do it."

It was the little things. Tenzin wanted to meditate and Aang canceled meetings. Your youngest, who was just a toddler, wanted to practice breathing techniques and he spent the afternoon with her. If Bumi asked if Aang wanted to go fishing, he’d put it off for another day that never seemed to come. Kya wanted help learning a new waterbending form and he always told her that you could help. 

One evening, you finally said something once the children were asleep. Aang was happily organizing Air Nomad relics they'd found earlier that week.

You stood in the doorway before clearing your throat.  "Aang."

He smiled. "Hey."

"You missed Bumi's presentation today," you say disappointingly.

His smile faded. "I know. I couldn't leave Tenzin's lesson halfway."

"You've missed the last four," you state.

"I'll make the next one." He sighed.

"Do you know Bumi's favorite food? When was the last time you asked Kya about her waterbending?"

Aang stayed silent because he couldn't remember. He sat on the floor, elbows resting on his knees.

Finally, he whispered, "I thought I was doing enough."

You sat beside him, your shoulder brushing his. "I know."

"I made sure they were fed and told them I loved them every night."

You reached over, gently covering one of his hands with yours."They worship you." Your voice cracked. "They wait by the windows when you're supposed to come home. They make you gifts and tell everyone how amazing their dad is. And every time you choose airbending over them and they think it's because they aren't enough."

"That's not true," Aang mumbles.

You move closer, taking his hands. "I know you love them so why does it keep happening?"

He couldn't answer but he knew that every time he looked at his airbending children, he saw the last pieces of a culture he'd lost. Somewhere along the way he forgot that Bumi and Kya weren't asking for the Avatar, they were just asking for their father. 

"The Air Nomads..." he murmured. "Every day I wake up terrified that if I don't teach Tenzin everything... then they'll disappear forever. I kept telling myself I'd take Bumi fishing next week."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I'm taking Bumi fishing at sunrise."

"And if Tenzin wants to train?" you inquire. 

"He'll understand," Aang says. “ And I’ll ask Kya to teach me one of her waterbending forms after breakfast."

You laughed softly. "She'd love that."

"And every week we’ll do something together," he looked back at you, guilt still lingering in his eyes. "I can't promise I'll never make another mistake, but our children will never have to wonder if they're worth my time again."

The next morning, before the sun had fully risen, there was a gentle knock on Bumi's bedroom door.

A sleepy voice mumbled, "Come in..."

The door creaked open and Bumi blinked blearily at the familiar orange-and-yellow robes.

"Dad?" he said softly. 

Aang smiled, holding up two fishing poles. "I think someone promised me a fishing trip."

For a moment, Bumi stared at his father in disbelief before smiling softly. 

"Dad, really? You mean it?" His voice is filled with excitement as he sits up.

Aang's smile wavered, guilt flickering across his face. "Really."

Bumi's grin spread slowly and he practically launched himself out of bed.

"Give me two minutes!" As Bumi scrambled to get dressed, Aang looked down the hallway and caught your eye. You were leaning quietly against the wall, watching. He gave you a small, grateful smile. At last, he was finally choosing to be there.

──۶ৎ── Masterlist Aang masterlist ──۶ৎ──

Disclaimer: I don't own Rights to any characters mentioned nor do I consent to plagiarism of any kind. Thankyou for reading loves ;)

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[kayjayo1227]

FUCK ICE

[princessaddz]

──۶ৎ── Don't Disappear ──۶ৎ──

☆SingleDad!Hobie × Daughter!Reader ☆CW: Father/Daughter relationship. Light angst and Fluff. No use of Y/N. Based on this request

Hobie sighed through his nose, dragging a hand down his face. "Oi!" he called after you. "Don't walk away while I'm talking to you."

Your bedroom door answered for you, slamming hard enough to rattle the picture frames.

He stood in the hallway for another second before muttering, "Brilliant."

The argument had started over something stupid or at least it had become something stupid. You had missed curfew by nearly an hour. Hobie had spent forty-five minutes swinging across half of London looking for you before finally spotting you laughing with your friends outside the train station.

The relief he'd felt the second he saw you had lasted all of three seconds before the fear quickly turned into anger. 

Now both of you had said things you didn't mean.

"You're treating me like I'm five!" you yelled. 

"Because you acted like you've got five brain cells tonight!" he yelled back. 

You'd rolled your eyes and he hated when you rolled your eyes.

"One day someone's gonna hurt you because you keep thinking nothing bad can happen."

You'd stared at him in disbelief "...You think I'm stupid."

"I didn't say that," he sighed.

"You basically did." Then you'd stormed upstairs.

Behind your bedroom door, you collapsed onto your bed. You couldn't stop the tears from falling down your cheek. You hated crying after arguments because it made you feel weak. You buried your face into your pillow so he wouldn't hear.

Downstairs, Hobie paced the kitchen, made tea just to forget about the tea and sighed  "...Nice one," he muttered to himself.

He wasn't angry anymore, he was just scared. He knew too much about how dangerous the city could be and he never wanted you carrying those fears.

Twenty minutes passed and the house stayed quiet before he made his way up the stairs behind you and knocked on your door.

"...Kid?" You didn't answer so he spoke up again. "...Can I come in? I'll stay out 'ere if you'd rather."

You sniffled, quickly wiping your eyes. "...It's unlocked," you said softly.

The door opened slowly and Hobie peeked inside. His face was painted with concern when he noticed your red puffy eyes.

"...Aw." His shoulders dropped. "...Come 'ere."

You looked away, hiding your face in your pillow. "No," the word came out muffled from the pillow.

"Alright."

He didn't push any further and sat on the floor beside your bed, leaning his back against the mattress.

"... I didn't mean what I said," Hobie said quietly. "I was scared."

You raise your head up from the pillow to speak more clearly. "You yelled at me. You called me irresponsible and you made me feel like you don't think I can do anything on my own." 

He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. "...That's on me. When I couldn't find you… I've seen too much. I know exactly how quickly people can disappear and for forty-five minutes I convinced myself I'd lost my kid."

He looked down at his hands and let out a humorous laugh "...The room became very still.

"I wasn't thinking about grounding you or anythin. I was thinking how I'd survive if I never found you."

Your heart squeezed. You climbed off the bed and quietly sat beside him on the floor, moving closer to him till your shoulder bumped his.

"...I missed the bus and the train got delayed. I wasn't trying to scare you.”

"I know." He said softly.

"I'm sorry dad," you whisper.

He nodded. "...I'm sorry too."

You looked at him. "You really thought something happened?"

He gave a tired smile. "...You're my daughter. As far as I'm concerned, every worst-case scenario becomes statistically likely until proven otherwise."

You snorted at his comment. "That's...dramatic."

He shrugged. "Drama's part of the uniform."

You laughed harder and he finally cracked a small smile. After another quiet moment, he gently nudged your shoulder.

"We fix this?" You nodded and he opened one arm. You lean into him and both his arms wrapped around you, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"You know," he murmured, "one day you're gonna be grown up, living somewhere else, making your own choices."

You frowned. "Don't remind me."

He smiled into your hair. "So until then I'm gonna worry a lot, but it's because you're my favorite person."

You hugged him tighter. "...Love you, Dad."

He kissed the top of your head. "Love you more, kid."

Disclaimer: I don't own Rights to any characters mentioned nor do I consent to plagiarism of any kind. Thankyou for reading loves ;)

Tags:@strangeprincessblog @cinnamongirlkisses @amethyst09 @skyavyel @butterflygirlblogg @sophiabrown222

[princessaddz]

Modern aang and you out on a picnic would be so cuteeeee or on a vacation

Souu cute!!! I did all two

──۶ৎ── Picnic and a Baecation ──۶ৎ──

[tayatimiko]

Y’know how some woc say they can tell when the x reader isn’t necessarily “for them” because the fic will say “her cheeks turned red” or “Her face looked pale”

I think for me an underrated sentence that makes me think “Yeah the reader isn’t me fr” is when the writer makes a scene where her and said character are taking a a shower and she causally starts to wash her hair or the character washes her hair for her and then they just get out and move on

Ima be honest wash day is a whole ass process, not just grabbing some shampoo and and slapping it on my head girl I have to detangle it, shampoo, deep condition, leave the conditioner in my head for 30 minutes to an hour , wash that off, section my hair, blow dry each section, put on leave in conditioner, braid it up, throw on a scarf and bonnet—

…idk it’s really not a big deal but everytime I read it I just laugh abt it LMAOOO

[tayatimiko]

update i just found another saying that lets me know the reader isn’t black:

when the writer says “Her pink nipples/lips”

ik some black women have pink lips/sometimes both pink and brown but like….most are brown even white women on occasion

[tayatimiko]

i have found another 🧏🏾‍♀️:

when the writer uses 🫶🏻🤲🏻👐🏻🙌🏻👩🏻🤷🏼‍♀️💅🏻 emojis instead of just yellow ones for the reader in them text au fic thingies i forgot what they’re called

[tayatimiko]

I have found a 4th one idk if i said it but:

When the writer says we the reader are a blood sibling of a character. Step siblings, yeah i can see it, but aint no way my blackerican self could be siblings to Gojo and be his little sister.

[tayatimiko]

I found 2 more🤏🏾:

1: When the writer says the reader is clenching her fists so hard they turn white.

Never in my black years has that happened, but i mean they have turned redish…(?) from doing so.

2: When the pictures of the header are yk…not black women i alr know who the reader is, because its one thing to put a picture of a girl but u cant see her because of the angle or clothes, only like her figure or silhouette and its another when shes fully showing.

[princessaddz]

🫩🫩🫩

[princessaddz]

Hey everyone!! I've been in so much physical pain the past couple weeks and was only able to write short amounts, but I'm feeling better now and I am currently working on the rest of the requests. Until I finish writing them, I will close requests. Tysm for your patience 🩷

[princessaddz]

I have a crush on you

I suggest you stop.

[princessaddz]

When will the Mai hate end🫩🫩🫩

[lujinarchive]

You're in the wind, I'm in the water

[princessaddz]

─۶ৎ─Making Another Baby─۶ৎ─

☆Fire Lord Zuko x Wife/Reader. ☆Cw:NSFW MDNI , Groping, Tit fucking, Mutual masterbation, body praise, unprotected sex. Oral fem recieving. Smut with a Plot!!!

Pt2 of this fic

A soft fuss escaped the crib inside the nursery. You sighed from where you stood beside the nursery door. "She's not going down tonight."

Your ten-month-old daughter sat in her crib, clutching the bars and staring at you with suspiciously alert eyes for someone who had been rubbing sleep from them half an hour ago. Across the room, Zuko looked up from the rocking chair.

"Want me to try?" He asked placing down a paper he was reading on the table next to him.

You laughed. "You can try."

The confidence in your voice made him narrow his eyes. Zuko stood and scooped her up before she could start fussing again but instead, she grabbed a fistful of his hair.

You winced but by now he was used to it.

"See?" he said calmly. "We're getting along fine."

The baby tugged harder and his face twitched. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. He settled back into the rocking chair, adjusting her against his chest.

For a few minutes, neither of you spoke, hoping the silence would get her down. Your daughter's tiny fingers slowly loosened from Zuko's hair as she relaxed in her father's arms.

Your jaw nearly dropped. "Oh, come on."

Zuko looked up at the outrageous look on your face and a smug smile tugged at his lips. "You're glaring at me."

"Because she never does that with me. You look very pleased with yourself." You huff, crossing your arms.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Liar. You watched him continue rocking her, his hand rested securely against her back. Ever so often he'd press a kiss to the top of her head.

Zuko had always been a good father, very patient and gentle. He could spend an entire day handling ministers and military reports only to drop everything the second your daughter reached for him.

You watched her little body grow heavier with sleep and Zuko smiled down at her, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

A thought slipped into your head. I want another one.

You tried to blink the thought away. You blinked. For months, every time Zuko jokingly brought it up, you'd immediately shut him down.

One baby was enough and exhausting. One baby already had you surviving on very little sleep.

But seeing him like this, seeing how much love he had to give, the thought didn't seem ridiculous anymore.

You found yourself imagining a tiny newborn in his arms and Zuko trying and failing not to spoil both children rotten. The thought made warmth bloom through your chest.

Despite all the excuses you tried to come up with to delay having another child, the truth was more complicated. Your gaze drifted downward to your body and the changes pregnancy had left behind.

You knew Zuko didn't care. He'd never once made you feel anything less than beautiful but sometimes, late at night, when you catch your reflection, you miss who you used to be.

And the idea of going through it all again terrified you. You loved your daughter more than life itself and you'd do it all over again for her in a heartbeat, but that didn't mean it hadn't been hard.

"What's wrong?" Zuko's voice pulled you from your thoughts. He was looking at you, concern replacing the sleepy smile he'd been wearing moments ago.

"Nothing," you shook your head.

You sighed seeing the disbelief on his face.

"I was just thinking.” He hummed in response, before a few moments later, your daughter finally drifted completely asleep. Zuko carefully lowered her into the crib.

The two of you stood there for a second, admiring her, then quietly slipped out of the nursery.

You closed the door softly behind you but before you could take another step, Zuko reached for your hand, his thumb brushing across your knuckles.

"You seem distracted," he says softly.

"I'm tired,"you shrugged but he didn't look convinced.

The moment you reached your chambers, he turned toward you. "What is it?"

You sighed. "You ever worry things won't go back?"

Zuko frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

You hesitated, suddenly embarrassed, but his expression remained patient.

You looked down at your hands before continuing. "My body. I know it sounds silly."

"It doesn't," he reaches out to hold your hand.

"I just..." you swallowed. "Sometimes I don't recognize myself anymore."

"I love being her mother," you whispered. "But sometimes I miss feeling..." You searched for the word. "Pretty."

The silence that followed was thoughtful. Zuko reached for your face gently.

"Do you know what I see when I look at you?"

You rolled your eyes slightly. "Zuko—"

"I'm serious." He rested his forehead against yours. "I see the woman I fell in love with. I see the woman who carried our daughter."

His thumb brushed your cheek. "I see someone stronger than anyone I know."

He presses a soft kiss against your forehead. "I see my beautiful wife."

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You hated how emotional that made you.

"You really mean that?"

"Of course I do,” he said almost offensively. He leaned in and kissed you slowly and patiently.

"You are an amazing mother," he said when he finally pulled away. "And you're beautiful, and I want you to have my baby,” he mumbles into your neck as he kisses you there.

The needy look in his eye was enough to convince you, and once he saw your smile, he quickly untied your nightly robes, dropping them to the floor. His lips crashed into yours again in a heated kiss as he walked you over to the bed. You sit on the edge and he gets his clothes off in front of you. Your eyes wandered down to his happy trail and his already hard dick.

His hands came up to grope each of your tities, massaging them a bit because he liked to see milk leak out from your nipples. He drops to his knees and latches on to one of your nipples while pinching the other.

You hum and lean into him, hands running over the band holding his bun together. You tugged it out, letting his hair fall to get a hold of him to your breast. He moaned as he got a taste of your breastmilk, licking and leaving hickeys on your chest with soft bites.

Eventually, he stood up again, holding your breasts together and bringing his dick through them. He started to fuck your tities and one of your hands rested on his hip, and the other moved between your legs, rubbing your clit and stimulating yourself, you moan and lean your body forward into him.

He got a better angle on your boobs this way, fucking up your tits till he felt you lick it after one of his thrusts. He whimpered softly as you spit on it, still lingering yourself, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet.

He groaned softly and his cum sprayed over your chest and he aimed some in your mouth. You swallowed what you caught and he dropped to his knees again, rubbing the cum into your skin.

“See how I just came for you baby?” he asked resting his head against your stomach as you ran your hands through his hair. He looked up at you for a moment before bringing your leg over his shoulder and positioning his tongue at your entrance.

You shudder at the first lick, throwing your head back into the nearest pillow. He moved your hips closer and stuck his tongue in your pussy, moving it in and out while rubbing your clit. You moan, gripping the sheets and grinding your hips against his face.

You felt the knot in you tighten as he continued, only momentarily pulling out to suck your clit before his tongue went back in. The grip you had on his hair tightened as he pulled his tongue out yet again to place in his fingers.

He lifted his head up to take a proper look at you sprawled out on the bed smiling to himself.

“Feel good?” He asked, watching you nod speechless. He pulls his finger out before you could cum, you whine at the loss of contact.

“Hmm don't worry,” he reassures you as he lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you with the tip. Your legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer as he finally pushed in, filling you up.

You missed feeling him inside of you, filling you up, seeing his bulge poke your stomach, you missed it all. He fucked you like he missed you because he really did, he missed the smell of your sex, the taste of you on his tongue and the beautiful sounds he made.

The two of you moved in sync, he left sloppy wet kisses down your neck and his hands wrapped around your hips to guide you into him more smoothly.

“M gonna fill you up okay?” He whispers raggedly in your ear. “Every night till you're pregnant again”

You arch your back off the bed in a shuttering moan as you reach your climax.

Zuko gasps, his entire body tensing as waves of ecstasy crash over him simultaneously. He clutches you tightly, burying his face in your neck with a muffled groan.

You felt the hot cum leak out from you as he continued his pace, helping you ride out the high. “I love you,” you mutter.

He kisses your forehead and whispers softly, “I love you beautiful, my gorgeous wife.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Rights to any Characters mentioned nor do I consent to plagiarism of any kind. Thankyou ;) Tags: @strangeprincessblog @cinnamongirlkisses @amethyst09 @skyavyel @butterflygirlblogg @ayannasinterlude @uchihabbynic @yuukimii

──۶ৎ──thankyou to my beta reader @annichka

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[twistedcharismaaa]

Bloom

Summary: Zuko and his love share their first kiss.

Author's Note: Hi guysssss! I hope you all are doing well as always! I'm back with something new! I'm pretty nervous about this fic but I really wanted to write for Zuko for obvious reasons lol. I haven't written in awhile so I am rusty. I do hope you enjoy nonetheless. Please feel free to leave a comment for ya girl! I live the commentary (ain't nothing change lol) I love you guys! Enjoy!

That first kiss felt as if a rose meshed against his lips. He never felt anything so tender or tasted anything so sweet. It was the most glorious embrace he’d ever known. Quickly, he became overcome by the feeling. His hands became needy, and his mouth became desperate. With each kiss, he fell deeper and deeper into her garden. His fingers strummed against her skin as if they were petals, and his tongue reveled in her flavor as if it were honeydew. His tongue slid between her folds and found residence on her delicate bud. He pursed his lips and sucked on her bud indulgently. Quietly, he relished in the feeling until his passions spilled over. He hummed against her flesh and whispered words of reverence. He licked and sucked until his face was wet with her nectar. His eyes were glossed over with lust, and his body betrayed him in the worst ways. 

His hardened member throbbed as if it had a heartbeat of its own. The ache, the desire - it was all too consuming, utterly insufferable. Within seconds, he freed his manhood from the confines of his clothes and pressed his palm against his lips. Slowly, he wiped his mouth and his chin and began stroking himself with her wetness. He groaned against her pigment. Instantly, his tongue returned to its rightful home. He slid his tongue into her open slit and began tongue fucking her relentlessly. Her body was fully under his command now. He watched her unfold layer by layer under his touch. Chill bumps sprouted on her skin, and beaded sweat trickled down her chest and neck like a soft rain. She’d never looked so beautiful. Ecstasy filled her eyes, and the deepest and richest bliss rested on her lips. Her first orgasm felt like a roaring wave crashing onto shore. The second felt like lightning pulsated in her veins. He continuously pleased her without repentance. He pleased her until she reached delirium, until the pleasure was almost torturous. Her body and her mind were utterly in overdrive. He drank her like she was the purest wine. He drank her until she had nothing else left to give. Shortly after, he reached his own climax. Breathless and totally satiated, they crawled into each other’s arms. He whispered his innermost affections along her collarbone and chest, and she confessed her love in the tangles of his hair. With heavy eyelids and tired bodies, they smiled widely as they waited for sleep to come.

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@soulfuljas

[princessaddz]

This is art

[princessaddz]

─۶ৎ─Making Another Baby─۶ৎ─

☆Fire Lord Zuko x Wife/Reader. ☆Cw:NSFW MDNI , Groping, Tit fucking, Mutual masterbation, body praise, unprotected sex. Oral fem recieving. Smut with a Plot!!!

Pt2 of this fic

A soft fuss escaped the crib inside the nursery. You sighed from where you stood beside the nursery door. "She's not going down tonight."

Your ten-month-old daughter sat in her crib, clutching the bars and staring at you with suspiciously alert eyes for someone who had been rubbing sleep from them half an hour ago. Across the room, Zuko looked up from the rocking chair.

"Want me to try?" He asked placing down a paper he was reading on the table next to him.

You laughed. "You can try."

The confidence in your voice made him narrow his eyes. Zuko stood and scooped her up before she could start fussing again but instead, she grabbed a fistful of his hair.

You winced but by now he was used to it.

"See?" he said calmly. "We're getting along fine."

The baby tugged harder and his face twitched. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. He settled back into the rocking chair, adjusting her against his chest.

For a few minutes, neither of you spoke, hoping the silence would get her down. Your daughter's tiny fingers slowly loosened from Zuko's hair as she relaxed in her father's arms.

Your jaw nearly dropped. "Oh, come on."

Zuko looked up at the outrageous look on your face and a smug smile tugged at his lips. "You're glaring at me."

"Because she never does that with me. You look very pleased with yourself." You huff, crossing your arms.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Liar. You watched him continue rocking her, his hand rested securely against her back. Ever so often he'd press a kiss to the top of her head.

Zuko had always been a good father, very patient and gentle. He could spend an entire day handling ministers and military reports only to drop everything the second your daughter reached for him.

You watched her little body grow heavier with sleep and Zuko smiled down at her, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

A thought slipped into your head. I want another one.

You tried to blink the thought away. You blinked. For months, every time Zuko jokingly brought it up, you'd immediately shut him down.

One baby was enough and exhausting. One baby already had you surviving on very little sleep.

But seeing him like this, seeing how much love he had to give, the thought didn't seem ridiculous anymore.

You found yourself imagining a tiny newborn in his arms and Zuko trying and failing not to spoil both children rotten. The thought made warmth bloom through your chest.

Despite all the excuses you tried to come up with to delay having another child, the truth was more complicated. Your gaze drifted downward to your body and the changes pregnancy had left behind.

You knew Zuko didn't care. He'd never once made you feel anything less than beautiful but sometimes, late at night, when you catch your reflection, you miss who you used to be.

And the idea of going through it all again terrified you. You loved your daughter more than life itself and you'd do it all over again for her in a heartbeat, but that didn't mean it hadn't been hard.

"What's wrong?" Zuko's voice pulled you from your thoughts. He was looking at you, concern replacing the sleepy smile he'd been wearing moments ago.

"Nothing," you shook your head.

You sighed seeing the disbelief on his face.

"I was just thinking.” He hummed in response, before a few moments later, your daughter finally drifted completely asleep. Zuko carefully lowered her into the crib.

The two of you stood there for a second, admiring her, then quietly slipped out of the nursery.

You closed the door softly behind you but before you could take another step, Zuko reached for your hand, his thumb brushing across your knuckles.

"You seem distracted," he says softly.

"I'm tired,"you shrugged but he didn't look convinced.

The moment you reached your chambers, he turned toward you. "What is it?"

You sighed. "You ever worry things won't go back?"

Zuko frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

You hesitated, suddenly embarrassed, but his expression remained patient.

You looked down at your hands before continuing. "My body. I know it sounds silly."

"It doesn't," he reaches out to hold your hand.

"I just..." you swallowed. "Sometimes I don't recognize myself anymore."

"I love being her mother," you whispered. "But sometimes I miss feeling..." You searched for the word. "Pretty."

The silence that followed was thoughtful. Zuko reached for your face gently.

"Do you know what I see when I look at you?"

You rolled your eyes slightly. "Zuko—"

"I'm serious." He rested his forehead against yours. "I see the woman I fell in love with. I see the woman who carried our daughter."

His thumb brushed your cheek. "I see someone stronger than anyone I know."

He presses a soft kiss against your forehead. "I see my beautiful wife."

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You hated how emotional that made you.

"You really mean that?"

"Of course I do,” he said almost offensively. He leaned in and kissed you slowly and patiently.

"You are an amazing mother," he said when he finally pulled away. "And you're beautiful, and I want you to have my baby,” he mumbles into your neck as he kisses you there.

The needy look in his eye was enough to convince you, and once he saw your smile, he quickly untied your nightly robes, dropping them to the floor. His lips crashed into yours again in a heated kiss as he walked you over to the bed. You sit on the edge and he gets his clothes off in front of you. Your eyes wandered down to his happy trail and his already hard dick.

His hands came up to grope each of your tities, massaging them a bit because he liked to see milk leak out from your nipples. He drops to his knees and latches on to one of your nipples while pinching the other.

You hum and lean into him, hands running over the band holding his bun together. You tugged it out, letting his hair fall to get a hold of him to your breast. He moaned as he got a taste of your breastmilk, licking and leaving hickeys on your chest with soft bites.

Eventually, he stood up again, holding your breasts together and bringing his dick through them. He started to fuck your tities and one of your hands rested on his hip, and the other moved between your legs, rubbing your clit and stimulating yourself, you moan and lean your body forward into him.

He got a better angle on your boobs this way, fucking up your tits till he felt you lick it after one of his thrusts. He whimpered softly as you spit on it, still lingering yourself, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet.

He groaned softly and his cum sprayed over your chest and he aimed some in your mouth. You swallowed what you caught and he dropped to his knees again, rubbing the cum into your skin.

“See how I just came for you baby?” he asked resting his head against your stomach as you ran your hands through his hair. He looked up at you for a moment before bringing your leg over his shoulder and positioning his tongue at your entrance.

You shudder at the first lick, throwing your head back into the nearest pillow. He moved your hips closer and stuck his tongue in your pussy, moving it in and out while rubbing your clit. You moan, gripping the sheets and grinding your hips against his face.

You felt the knot in you tighten as he continued, only momentarily pulling out to suck your clit before his tongue went back in. The grip you had on his hair tightened as he pulled his tongue out yet again to place in his fingers.

He lifted his head up to take a proper look at you sprawled out on the bed smiling to himself.

“Feel good?” He asked, watching you nod speechless. He pulls his finger out before you could cum, you whine at the loss of contact.

“Hmm don't worry,” he reassures you as he lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you with the tip. Your legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer as he finally pushed in, filling you up.

You missed feeling him inside of you, filling you up, seeing his bulge poke your stomach, you missed it all. He fucked you like he missed you because he really did, he missed the smell of your sex, the taste of you on his tongue and the beautiful sounds he made.

The two of you moved in sync, he left sloppy wet kisses down your neck and his hands wrapped around your hips to guide you into him more smoothly.

“M gonna fill you up okay?” He whispers raggedly in your ear. “Every night till you're pregnant again”

You arch your back off the bed in a shuttering moan as you reach your climax.

Zuko gasps, his entire body tensing as waves of ecstasy crash over him simultaneously. He clutches you tightly, burying his face in your neck with a muffled groan.

You felt the hot cum leak out from you as he continued his pace, helping you ride out the high. “I love you,” you mutter.

He kisses your forehead and whispers softly, “I love you beautiful, my gorgeous wife.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Rights to any Characters mentioned nor do I consent to plagiarism of any kind. Thankyou ;) Tags: @strangeprincessblog @cinnamongirlkisses @amethyst09 @skyavyel @butterflygirlblogg @ayannasinterlude @uchihabbynic @yuukimii

──۶ৎ──thankyou to my beta reader @annichka

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