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the silence here is a lie.
they tell you the air nomads were all about peace and detachment, drifting through life like clouds that never touch the earth, but the way aang is holding you right now feels like gravity being reinvented. he’s supposed to be the bridge, the monk, the vegetarian boy with the easy smile and the heavy burden, but in the dark of the sanctuary, he’s just a man who has discovered a different kind of hunger. he’s a good man, truly, the kind of soul that would weep over a broken wing, but right now his hands are bruised-purple against your hips and his eyes are dark with a craving that feels almost sacrilegious.
you used to think of him as something holy, something separate from the evil of this world. he’s the avatar, the master of four elements, the one who is meant to bring balance. but there is no balance in the way he’s folding your body into the furs, his weight a constant pressure that makes your lungs ache. he’s an airbender, but he’s moving like the tide, relentless but rhythmic, driving into you with a stamina that feels entirely supernatural. his tattoos glow faintly, blue lines tracing the curve of his muscles as he works, a divine light illuminating a very human, very pervy desperation.
"look at you," he murmurs, his voice a gravelly rasp that's so unlike the cheerful man who plays with lemurs. he’s kissing your jaw, his tongue hot and wet, tracing the line where your skin meets the cold mountain air. "my girl. my perfect, beautiful girl. you’re taking all of it, aren’t you? every bit of me."
he’s sweet with his praise, calling you precious even as he uses his bending to hitch your legs higher, pinning your knees to your chest in a mating press that leaves you completely open to him. his cock is a thick, pulsing intrusion, sliding through the slick remnants of the last two times he’s come inside you.
"i want to see it leak out of you," he whispers, his words turning filthy as he thrusts deeper, hitting that sensitive spot that makes your vision go white. "i want you so full of me that you can't even walk straight. i'm going to put so much in you that your body has no choice but to keep it. you’re going to carry my children, okay? we’re going to bring them back. all of them."
the dirty talk is a shock to your system. this is the boy who blushes at a compliment, yet here he is, describing exactly how he wants to ruin you with a clinical, pervy specificity. he’s using his airbending instinctively now, small puffs of air circulating around your sensitive spots, keeping you in a state of constant, vibrating overstimulation. your clit feels like it’s being buffeted by a storm, and your internal walls are clamping down on him in desperate pulses, trying to find some kind of release that keeps being pushed just out of reach by his tireless pace.
"please... aang... i can't—" you babble, your voice breaking as he hitches your hips even higher. your back is arching off the furs, your fingers clawing at his forearms, where the blue arrows glow. "it's too much... it's too much..."
"it's not too much," he counters, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that pins you in place. "you can take more. i know you can. i want you to feel every inch of me filling you up. i want you to remember this feeling every time you look at the sky. i’m the avatar, right? i’m supposed to restore the air nomads. and i’m starting right here. with you. i’m going to fill you so full of my seed that there won't be room for anything else."
he begins to move faster, the slow, deep grinds giving way to sharp, staccato jacks that make your entire body jolt. he’s being so sweet with his hands, cupping your face, brushing the hair back from your sweaty forehead, yet his lower body is a machine of pure, unadulterated lust. the contrast is dizzying. he’s praising you, calling you his everything, his soulmate, his world, while his hips are delivering a relentless pounding against your pelvic bone.
the overstimulation is peaking. you can feel the pressure building in your lower belly, a tight, coil of heat that’s about to snap. your breath is coming in short, ragged gasps, and the room is starting to spin. the smell of him—that sweet, peachy scent of his skin combined with the raw, salty musk of his sweat—is the only thing keeping you grounded. you’re lost in the rhythm, lost in the sheer, overwhelming presence of him.
"aang, i'm... i'm gonna—"
"go for me," he groans, his own voice hitching as he senses your climax. "let it go. squeeze me. show me how much you want it."
he delivers one final, deep thrust, his cock hitting your cervix with such force that your vision literally flashes white. your cunt clamps down on him like a vice, milk-hot and desperate, and that’s what finally breaks him. aang lets out a string of inaudible words, his back arching as he slams himself into you one last time. you feel the his third release flooding into you, a thick, scalding torrent that feels like it’s filling you to the brim. he pumps into you over and over, his balls drawing up tight against your folds, his entire body shaking with the sheer volume of his climax.
the silence that follows is thick, broken only by the sound of your frantic, synchronised breathing. aang collapses onto your chest, his weight a comforting, crushing blanket. he’s panting, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his heart beating a frantic rhythm against your own. you can feel the hot slickness of his cum beginning to overflow, a warm, wet trail sliding down your thighs and onto the blankets.
he stays inside you for a long time, unwilling to break the connection. he’s soft now, but the intimacy of the moment is even more intense than the sex was. he lifts his head, a lopsided, boyish grin returning to his face, though his eyes still hold that dark, lingering hunger. he reaches down, his fingers tracing the wetness between your legs, his touch gentle and possessive.
"i think i did it," he whispers, his voice light but filled with an underlying gravity. "i think i put enough in there to start a whole new generation."
he kisses you then, a soft, lingering press of lips that tastes like salt and peaches. he pulls back just an inch, his eyes sparkling in the dying candlelight as he watches a thick, white glob of his seed leak out of you and onto the dark furs.
"look at that," he murmurs, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "you’re practically wearing me. i told you, i’m not going to be the last airbender for much longer. we’ve got work to do."
i'm actually sobbing. please. what do you guys have me writing.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ author's note: of course y'all know i had to write my no1. i miss him so bad and auswiegjhwergaweawpgrij. his characterization might be off cause i completely forgot how to write LMAO. so, i'm rlly sorry :,)
you sat cross-legged on a smooth, flat stone, your arms locked securely over your chest as your tail gave a sharp, irritated flick against the dirt. the skin on your forehead was tightly knit into a hard scowl, your gaze fixed determinedly on a small glowing insect crawling over a root, completely refusing to acknowledge the heavy presence hovering just a few feet away.
lo’ak was leaning against the broad trunk of the tree, his long, dark braids swaying slightly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his bright yellow eyes tracking the rigid line of your shoulders. he had been trying to get a single word out of you for the past twenty minutes, his initial confidence slowly morphing into a mixture of genuine amusement and mild desperation. your silence was a wall he hadn't figured out how to climb yet, and the stubborn tilt of your chin was only making him want to push your buttons even more.
"are you really going to do this all day?" lo’ak asked, his voice carrying a raspy, teasing edge as he took a slow step forward, his tail swishing behind him in a lazy pattern. "your ears are practically pinned flat to your head, bro. you look like a viperwolf that just got its tail stepped on."
you ignored him entirely, your lips pressing into a thinner, angrier line as you pointedly turned your head a few inches to the left, staring at a patch of glowing moss instead.
lo’ak let out a breathless chuckle, the sound vibrating through the quiet space of the cove as he closed the remaining distance between you. he dropped down onto his knees directly in the dirt right in front of your stone seat, forcing you to either look at him or look completely away from the clearing. his large, four-fingered hands came to rest on the edges of the rock, his body looming close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his blue skin.
"come on, talk to me," he wheezed, his expression melting into a comically exaggerated pout that made his features look remarkably soft, his ears drooping sideways in a blatant display of fake misery. "you’re punishing me for no reason. i didn't even do anything this time, i swear. Neteyam and i were just out by the reef, we didn't even touch your hunting gear."
a sharp puff of air escaped your nose, your eyes narrowing as you glared at the space just above his head, the mention of his brother making your irritation flare up anew. you remained completely silent, your jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in your neck stood out in sharp relief under your stripes.
lo’ak tilted his head, his gaze scanning every inch of your furious face, a spark of pure mischief flaring in his eyes as he realized his words had struck a nerve. he leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing against your cheek, his breath fanning warm across your cold skin. "is that it? are you mad about the hunt? because ‘teyam was the one who lost the spear, not me. i tried to save it, but the current was too strong."
you didn't move an inch, though the tip of your ear twitched slightly at his proximity, a hot wave of blood rushing to your face that you desperately tried to suppress.
"wow, okay, the silent treatment is really harsh," lo’ak murmured, his voice dropping into a dramatic, theatrical stage-whisper as he slumped his shoulders forward, resting his chin directly onto your knee. he looked up at you through his dark eyelashes, his yellow pupils dilated with a stubborn determination to break your resolve. "look at me. i am wasting away right here at your feet. the great mother herself is weeping at how cruel you are being to a poor, innocent warrior."
you bit the inside of your cheek, a fierce battle raging in your chest as the sheer absurdity of his posture threatened to ruin your anger. you reached down, placing one hand against his forehead and shoving his face off your knee with a rough, dismissive push, turning your body completely away from him.
lo’ak let out a loud, dramatic groan as his head fell back, a wide, triumphant grin breaking across his face because he had finally forced you to make physical contact. "they move! they possess the power of speech, yet they choose violence instead. truly, my heart is broken into a thousand pieces."
he scrambled over the dirt on his knees, moving around the stone until he was directly in front of your new position, his tail flicking excitedly behind him. he began pestering you in earnest, his fingers lightly poking at your locked elbows, his face twisting into a series of ridiculous, corny expressions designed to make you snap.
"hey. hey. look at me, yawnetutsyìp (my little beloved). look at me. just one word. say my name. say i'm a skxawng, anything," he pleaded, his voice a rapid-fire chain of annoying whispers as he bobbed his head into your line of sight every time you tried to look away. "i'll bring you a whole bucket of those sweet purple berries. i'll clean your spear. i'll let you ride my ikran without complaining about your terrible steering."
you let out a harsh, frustrated groan, your eyes snapping down to meet his at last, your face flushed dark with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "shut up, lo'ak! just leave me alone!"
"never," lo’ak barked, his grin widening to reveal a row of sharp, white teeth as he saw the cracks forming in your defenses. "you finally looked at me. now you have to tell me why you're pouting like a pup."
"i am not pouting!" you yelled, your voice echoing off the mangrove roots as you shoved at his chest, trying to create some distance between your burning face and his smirking one.
lo’ak didn't budge, his heavy frame firmly anchored to the ground as his hands darted out to catch your wrists, his grip warm and secure. "you are absolutely pouting. your bottom lip is practically touching your chin. and since you are refusing to be reasonable, i have no choice but to use extreme measures."
before you could even register the shift in his posture, lo’ak lunged forward, his massive shoulders pinning you back against the flat surface of the stone as he attacked your face with a barrage of sloppy, dramatic kisses.
a loud, wet smack landed directly on your cheek, followed instantly by another right on the tip of your nose, his nose flattening against yours as he pressed his lips against your skin with ridiculous force. you shrieked, a sound of pure outrage escaping your throat as you tried to twist your head away, but he was entirely relentless, his braids cascading around your faces like a curtain.
"dude, stop it! that is disgusting!" you wailed, your hands trying to push his chin away as he landed a remarkably loud, wet kiss right on your forehead, making a comically exaggerated slurping sound that echoed in your ears.
"not until you tell me why you're mad!" he muffled against your jaw, his lips dragging across your skin to leave another damp trail near your ear. he was being incredibly corny, his kisses carrying no grace or restraint, entirely focused on making the most obnoxious noises possible against your face.
another loud smack landed on your chin, his tail wrapping around your ankle to keep you from kicking him off as he shifted his weight to hover completely over you. you were struggling beneath him, your muscles straining against his weight, but the absolute ridiculousness of his methodology was quickly draining the anger from your veins.
a tiny, breathless giggle finally slipped past your lips when his nose tickled the sensitive skin under your jaw, a wet kiss landing right on your pulse point.
"ah! i heard a chuckle!" lo’ak shouted triumphantly, pulling back just an inch to gloat, his face covered in a sheen of sweat and a massive, cocky smirk stretching across his lips.
"i am still furious with you!" you gasped out, your voice cracking as a loud, uncontrollable laugh burst from your chest, your hands losing their strength against his shoulders. you tried to pull a scowl back onto your face, but your lips were trembling with a wide smile that you couldn't stop. "you are a horrible creature, lo'ak!"
"i am a provider of joy," he corrected proudly, before diving back down to plant three more rapid, noisy kisses directly onto your lips, his mouth moving against yours with an affectionate, clumsy enthusiasm that left your lips shiny and tingling.
you were openly giggling now, your hands moving from his chest to cup the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his thick braids as you finally gave up the fight. your face was completely purple-blue with a furious blush, your chest heaving with laughter as he rested his forehead against yours, his breathing shallow and hot against your face.
"are you going to tell me now?" he whispered, his eyes shining with a genuine warmth as he watched the remnants of your anger melt away into the soft, bright smile you only ever showed him.
you let out a long, defeated sigh, your ears perking back up into their usual relaxed position as your fingers lightly traced the edge of his ocean-woven collar. "you forgot our training session this morning because you were sleeping in the sun with the hunters. i waited by the river for two hours."
lo’ak froze, his eyes widening slightly as a sheepish, guilty expression instantly replaced his smug grin, his ears pinning back in embarrassment. "oh. shit. i... i completely forgot the sun was that high."
"i know," you huffed, though the anger was entirely gone, replaced by forgiveness, as he tightened his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight, apologetic hug that buried your face in his chest. "you are a giant skxawng, you know."
"i am," he murmured softly against your hair, his tail giving a gentle, rhythmic pat against your leg. “but you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
i forgot how to write him LMFAOOO (shit ain't funny).
HIIII I just wanted to give some appreciation to your atwow works,, specifically the loakxreader works I love each one so much and I think you do a great job with his character <3
SO MUCH LO'AK LOVE. I'M TEARING UPP AUGHHHHH!!IOQ3WJFWEIFJ
thank you so much anon 🥹🥹🥹🥹 oughhhh i truly am grateful for you, you don't realize how much that compliment means to me. like i love lo'ak DOWNNN.
hi rúya!! haven't been in your inbox but you randomly popped up on my feed and i wanted to say hi!!
had to reread some of your lo'ak works and felt all giggly, thank you for actually writing him splendidly <33
i saw that you were open to suggestions and i'd personally love to see how you'd write lo'ak with an avatar driver!reader, but i'd read anything of yours! much love, don't let the losers on this app bother you!!
eren!! (omg i finally got ur username LMFAOO his 30 inch bussdownnnn) i've seen you like and comment on my stuff, so having u in my inbox is such a treat 🥹🩷🩷
and YES!! lo'ak is my number one. i am forever a glazer of him, so this is such a huge compliment!! shedding tears rn :,)
and yes!! i'd love to write an avatar!reader. i haven't yet, so i hope you don't mind if i take my time on this suggestion. cause i really am interested in this!! but in the meantime i just published some generic lo'ak stuff <3
and thank you!! my time offline has let me reconnect with grass, so i'm feeling much better about the "hate"
Im so happy you’re back! Hope you’re doing alright
Btw I love the new themeee 🫶🫶🫶
oomfie i need him to use my cooter as an ash tray. shizukaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
if i was multi fandom, trust i'd be writing him all the TIMEEE.
and thank you so much!! summer classes are kicking my ass but i have like 3 weeks left so i just have to push thru!! 🥹
im so glad you are back 🤍🫶🏻 your break was seriously well deserved but i missed you the most and i cant wait to see what you have planned whether it be for avatar or atla ik it will eat as always 😜
jane!! thank you sm!! unfortunately, i'm washed and i can't write for the life of me LMAOO 😭😭😭
i can't wait to catch up on all ur works!! so excited <333
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ synopsis: ember island always holds surprises, and this time it's no different when aang surprises you with how jealous he can get.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ content warningsﾉtags: very suggestive, fem!reader, jealous!aang, established relationship, bickering, possessiveness, ass grabbing, neck biting, hickeys, light hair pulling, marking, overstimulating, lowercase intended, not proofread
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ author's note: i think aang is my new muse lmao!! i'm still learning how to write him, as i'm not confident with how i characterize him. but i love him so much, and he's my absolute favorite to write! <33
the sun over ember island was relentless, but for once, it didn’t feel like a burden.
it was a burning, golden heat that soaked through aang’s skin and settled deep into his bones, melting away the tight knots of tension that had lived in his shoulders for months. back in republic city, every breath he took felt like it belonged to a hundred different people—council members, builders, acolytes who bowed too low and looked at him like he was a statue instead of a person. here, the only thing he owed anyone was a decent pass in beach volleyball.
he stood on the sand, toes digging into the warm, white grains, and let out a long, slow exhale. it was strange to be an adult and still feel that same giddy buzz in his chest he’d had as a kid. the war was a lifetime ago, a heavy shadow that had finally receded into the background of history, leaving him with this: a quiet afternoon, the smell of salt spray, and the sound of his friends laughing. he didn't have to be the bridge between worlds today. he was just a guy on vacation with the people he loved.
the ocean air was crisp, carrying the distant scent of charcoal and roasting sea-prunes from a nearby vendor. aang watched appa lounging in the shallow surf, the massive sky bison letting out a low, rumbling groan of contentment as the waves lapped against his fur. it was perfect. his mind, usually a cluttered mess of treaties and air nomad restoration plans, felt completely still. he felt lighter than he had in years, as if the gravity of the world had finally decided to give him a break.
"zuko, check this out!" aang shouted, breaking his own peaceful silence. he shifted his weight, his feet carving arcs in the sand as he moved through a firebending form he’d been practicing. it was a dragon dance variation, fluid and bright. he punched the air, sending two spiraling ribbons of flame into the sky that twisted together like braids before dissipating into orange sparks.
zuko was sitting on a nearby rock, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression fixed in that familiar, stony scowl that had barely changed since they were sixteen. he didn't even blink as the fire scorched the air inches from his line of sight. "your footwork is sloppy," zuko muttered, his voice dry and bored. "you're overextending your lead hand. you’re showing off, not bending."
aang puffed out his cheeks, his brows drawing together in a mock pout. "i’m not showing off, i'm expressing my joy through the medium of combustion! plus, that spiral was perfectly symmetrical. admit it, you’re impressed."
"i'm moderately annoyed," zuko corrected, though the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. he adjusted his position, his eyes drifting away from aang's fire and toward the spot where you were lying out on a towel.
you were a few yards away, eyes closed, soaking up the afternoon rays. the sun turned your skin into something glowing and warm, and you looked so peaceful that aang felt a fresh wave of affection hit him. he started to turn back to his forms, wanting to try a more complex kick, but he noticed zuko’s eyes narrow. his brow furrowed, a sharp crease forming between his eyes as he stared past aang.
aang tilted his head, following zuko’s gaze. two guys had approached your towel. they were typical ember island types—broad shoulders, deep tans, and expensive-looking silk trunks. they were standing over you, blocking your sun, and you were sitting up now, blinking against the brightness. your expression was one of mild confusion, your head tilted as they spoke to you.
"hey there," one of the guys said, his voice carrying easily over the sound of the waves. he had a wide, confident smirk that looked like it had been practiced in a mirror. "don't think we've seen you around this part of the beach before. you from the city?"
you smiled, that polite, friendly smile you gave to everyone. "just visiting for the week," you told them, rubbing the back of your neck. "the water's great today, isn't it?"
the second guy leaned in, his eyes scanning you in a way that made aang’s stomach do a weird, uncomfortable flip. "the water's fine, but the view up here is way better," he drawled, his voice dripping with an obvious, oily charm. "that's a great bikini, by the way. color really suits you."
you laughed, a small, genuine sound, and thanked them. you started chatting with them about the local shops, oblivious to the way they were looming over you, their intentions written in every hungry look they exchanged. to you, they were just locals being nice. to aang, they were two guys who were very clearly trying to take something that wasn't theirs to take.
aang felt a prickle of heat beneath his skin that had nothing to do with the sun. he turned back to zuko, his eyes wide and frantic. "zuko, what are they doing? they're talking to her. they’re—they’re doing the thing, aren't they? the flirting thing?"
zuko let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping. "yes, aang. they are very obviously hitting on your girlfriend. it’s not exactly subtle."
"well, what do i do?" aang hissed, his hands flying up to grip his own head. "do i go over there? do i blow them away with a gust of air? no, that’s too aggressive. do i just... walk by and casually mention that i'm the avatar? no, that's arrogant. help me out here, you're the one who grew up in the fire nation! what’s the ember island protocol for this?"
zuko looked at him like he was a particularly dim-witted turtle-duck. "just go over there and be a person, aang. stand next to her. remind her you exist. it’s not a military maneuver."
"i can't just 'be a person'!" aang whispered-shouted, his face flushing a bright, embarrassed pink. "it’s weird! if i go over there now, i'll look like i'm hovering. i don't want to be a hovery boyfriend. but look at them! the tall one just touched her arm! he’s touching her, zuko!"
"then go stop him," zuko snapped, though he made no move to get up himself. "or don't. but quit vibrating. you’re making the sand jump."
"you're useless at advice," aang grumbled, his heart hammering against his ribs as he watched you laugh at another one of their jokes. "honestly, how did you ever get mai to date you? did you just scowl at her until she gave in?"
zuko’s eyes flashed with annoyance. "we are not talking about me. we are talking about you and your complete lack of social backbone. either go claim your territory or shut up and let me tan in peace."
aang opened his mouth to retort, his face flushing a deeper shade of scarlet that matched the trim of his air nomad robes, but he was cut off by a heavy arm dropping over his shoulders. sokka stood there, looking far too smug for his own good, with his other arm slung casually around suki’s waist. he was holding a half-eaten skewer of grilled squid, gesturing with it toward the two guys hovering over your towel.
"i hate to say it, buddy, but the fire lord is right," sokka said, taking a loud, aggressive bite of his snack. "you’re letting those guys move in on your perimeter. they’re basically planting their flag on your beachhead while you’re over here playing with matches. it’s embarrassing for the whole team, really."
zuko rolled his eyes so hard he practically groaned, leaning back against his rock. suki, however, leaned forward, giving aang a look that was less judgmental and more filled with genuine pity. she saw the way his fingers were twitching, the way his gray eyes kept darting back to you as you laughed at something the blonde guy said.
"ignore him, aang," suki said softly, reaching out to pat his arm. "you don't need to be aggressive. but you should probably go over there and just remind them who you are to her. be confident. you’ve faced much worse. two guys in silk shorts shouldn't make you sweat this much."
aang huffed, kicking at a mound of sand. "i know! i don't know why i'm so jumpy. people flirt with me all the time, and usually, i just laugh it off. it’s just... they’re so close to her. and they’re looking at them like they’re a prize or a trophy."
the feeling in his chest was a strange, hot pressure. he was used to being the center of attention, used to being the avatar, but seeing you being targeted by that specific kind of predatory charm made his air feel thin. he wasn't a mean person—the monks had taught him about detachment and peace—but those lessons felt miles away whenever someone else’s eyes stayed on you for too long. he felt less like a master of four elements and more like a nervous kid who didn't want to lose his favorite person.
finally, aang took a breath, puffing out his chest and trying to channel some of that earthbending stubbornness toph was always yelling at him about. he started walking, his feet heavy in the sand, moving with a purpose that felt forced and natural all at once. as he got closer, his enhanced hearing picked up the blonde guy’s voice.
"look, there's this bonfire tonight at the cove," the guy was saying, leaning down further so he was practically in your personal space. "lots of music, lots of drinks. you’d be the star of the night. why don't you let us pick you up around eight?"
aang didn't wait for your answer. he moved with a sudden burst of speed, his hand reaching out to grab your arm and gently, but firmly, pulling you up from the towel. you let out a little gasp of surprise, stumbling against him, and his other hand immediately dropped down, landing squarely and heavily on your ass. his fingers curled slightly, a possessive grip that sent a shock through your system.
"hey there!" aang chirped, his voice bright and airy, though his eyes were sharp as flint. he turned a beaming, thousand-watt smile toward the two guys, who both straightened up, looking startled by his sudden appearance. "sorry to interrupt! i hope my girlfriend hasn't been boring you with stories about the city."
before you could even get a word out—before you could ask why his hand was currently squeezing your backside in broad daylight—aang leaned in. his hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs pressing into your cheeks, and he pulled you into a kiss that was anything but his usual sweet, chaste affection.
it was long. it was dramatic. it was an ownership statement written in the language of breath and heat. he tasted of the salt air and the lingering warmth of the sun, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips with a hunger that made your toes curl into the sand. he tilted your head back, exposing the line of your throat to the two strangers, making sure they saw exactly how you melted into him. his heart was hammering against your chest, a frantic thud that betrayed his nerves even as he dominated the space. your brain felt like it was short-circuiting, your hands coming up to clutch at his bare chest for balance as the world narrowed down to the feeling of his mouth on yours.
when he finally broke apart, he didn't let go of you. he kept you tucked into his side, his hand returning to its firm grip on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin. you were dazed, your lips swollen and your eyes wide with confusion. "aang, what—"
"a party?" aang cut you off, looking back at the two guys who were now looking a bit less confident. "that sounds like a blast! my friends and i were just looking for something to do tonight. we can all go together, right? the more the merrier!"
he forced his smile to stay wide, but he was glaring at them over his cheeks, his eyes narrowed into slits of gray ice. the tall guy cleared his throat, shifting his weight. "uh, yeah. sure. everyone's welcome. we’ll... see you there, i guess."
"great! can't wait!" aang said, his voice dripping with a cheerfulness that felt like a threat.
the guys took the hint, mumbles of "see ya" following them as they quickly made their exit. the moment they were out of earshot, aang’s smile dropped. he didn't even look at you; he just grabbed your wrist and started dragging you toward the path that wound up toward zuko’s massive beach house.
"aang! stop! what is wrong with you?" you protested, digging your heels into the sand to try and slow him down. "and what was that back there? you were being so weird!"
"i wasn't being weird," he snapped, his voice low with a tension you’d rarely heard from him. he didn't slow down, leading you toward the house. "i was being thorough. they didn't get the hint, so i had to give it to them."
"thorough? you practically marked me!" you shouted as you reached the stairs of the house. you wrenched your arm away, standing your ground on the porch. "those guys were just being friendly, aang. they were inviting me to a party. there was no reason to go all... intense on them. it was embarrassing!"
aang spun around, his face flushed and his eyes blazing. the air around him began to swirl in sympathetic agitation, a small dust devil forming at his feet. "friendly? you think that was friendly? they were looking at you like you were a piece of meat! they were flirting with you right in front of me! and you were just smiling and laughing along like you didn't even care!"
"i didn't notice they were flirting!" you yelled back, stepping into his space. "i thought they were being nice! and even if they were, so what? don't you trust me?"
"of course i trust you!" aang cried, his voice cracking slightly with the sheer weight of his emotion. he dragged you through the front door and slammed it shut, the sound echoing through the empty hallway. "i don't trust them! i don't trust the way they looked at you. i don't trust the way they thought they could just walk up and take your attention away from me. you're mine. you’re with me."
the bickering continued as he pushed you toward the stairs. he was pacing back and forth in the hallway, his hands flying through the air as he ranted about the "disrespect" and the "audacity" of the locals. he looked so young when he was angry, his eyes wide and wild, but the power behind his voice was all man.
"you have no idea how it feels," he hissed, not meaning to pin you against the wall near the top of the staircase. he wasn't trying to be scary, he just looked desperate. he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "to have the whole world always wanting a piece of me, and then to finally have one thing that’s just for me... and then see some random guys try to touch it? no. absolutely not. i won't let them."
you tried to speak, but he silenced you by resting his forehead against yours. he was shaking, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts. his hand reached out, his fingers tangling in your hair, holding you in place not with force, but with a need so deep it felt spiritual.
"you’re the avatar’s girl," he whispered, his voice thick with a raw possessiveness that sounded more like a plea than a command. "and you better not forget it. i'm not sharing you with anyone. not today, not at some party, and not ever. i can't, i just can't."
without another word, he gripped your waist and practically hauled you toward the master bedroom, the door clicking shut behind you as he pulled you into his space. the sound of the latch was a final, heavy punctuation mark on the argument outside. aang didn't let go of you for even a second; he moved with that fluid, airbender agility that always made it feel like he was gliding, even when his footsteps were heavy with frustration.
you almost fell flat on your back as aang gently but firmly pushed you toward the center of the bed. you hit the soft mattress with a small bounce, your breath leaving you in a surprised puff. the yellow silk sheets felt cool against your sun-warmed skin, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating off of him.
"aang, stop!" you squealed, half-laughing and half-breathless as you tried to sit up. "we’re going to get sand everywhere! zuko will kill us if he has to hire someone to deep-clean the upholstery because we were too impatient."
aang didn't even pause. he hovered over you, his knees sinking into the mattress on either side of your hips, his shadow falling over you like a protective cloak. he dismissed your concern with a flick of his wrist, his eyes never leaving yours. "let him be mad," he muttered, his voice sounding deeper and raspier than usual. "i’ll earthbend it away afterwards. i'll bend every single grain of sand out of this house if i have to. but right now, i don't care about the floor."
he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a quick, bruising kiss that tasted of urgency. it was over before you could even respond, his lips trailing down your jawline with a desperate kind of hunger. he found the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.
you giggled, the vibration of it traveling through your chest as your arms wrapped instinctively around his neck. your fingers tangled in the short, soft hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. "you really shouldn't be so jealous, you know," you whispered, your voice softening as you felt the tension in his shoulders start to bleed into something more primal. "you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, aang. you're my favorite person. those guys don't even exist to me."
aang let out a low, muffled groan against your skin, his lips never leaving your neck. he pouted, a small, stubborn sound escaping his throat that was almost a whine. he was being kinda pathetic, clinging to you like he was afraid you’d evaporate into spirit-smoke if he loosened his grip. he began to suck at the soft skin near your collarbone, a persistent, rhythmic pressure that made your head tilt back.
"i don't like sharing," he murmured, his voice vibrating against your throat. "i have to share my time, my energy, my bending... i have to share everything with the world. i just want to keep one thing for myself. is that so wrong?"
he was being needy, his possessiveness manifesting in the way he kept his weight pressed firmly against you, pinning you to the bed. you felt a sharp, sudden sting of a hickey forming, and you let out a small gasp, your hands moving to his chest to lightly push him back.
"aang! stop, you're giving me marks," you scolded, though there was no real heat in it. "everyone will see! we’re supposed to go to that party later, remember? i can't exactly hide that with my dresses."
aang didn't pull away. instead, he became even more handsy, his touch wandering with a boldness that was usually reserved for the dark of night. one of his hands slid up, his palm cupping your tit through the thin, damp fabric of your bikini top. his thumb brushed against you, a slow movement that made your breath hitch. his other hand was already busy, his fingers hooking into the side of your bikini bottoms, tugging at the string with a focused intent.
he looked up at you then, his gray eyes dclouded with a mixture of lingering jealousy and overwhelming adoration. he watched your reaction, his chest heaving as he worked the fabric down your hips.
"good," aang said, his voice dropping into a gravelly promise that sent a shiver straight to your core. he paused for a second, his gaze sweeping over the marks he’d already left on your skin, his expression turning smug and fiercely satisfied.
he sat back on his heels for a brief moment, his hands moving to the waistband of his beach shorts. he tugged them off with a quick, decisive motion, discarding them somewhere on the sandy floor. he looked back down at you, a slow, complacent grin spreading across his face—the look of a man who had finally claimed his territory and had no intention of letting it go.
"then everyone at the party will know you're my girl. they can look all they want, but they'll know exactly who you're coming home with."
i wanna write a part 2 of this ughgerguiersgheuarg
Hi Ruya! I just wanted to say that I genuinely love your writing so much, and that you manage to make your fics better and better each time. I think it’s so stupid that these haters are attacking you when you litterally did nothing wrong…..
Also funny coincidence! Right when I was about to finish watching the ATLA series, you started writing fics for the characters! It’s was like perfect timing lmao.
Anyways, I just wanna say that I love all the fics you write, and that no matter what fandom your writing for, it’s always gonna be great, and that the people hating don’t have anything better to do in their sad life.
hey my love!! thank you so so much, this was so nice to read coming back <33 i'm surprised you think my fic quality is upgrading!! in my opinion, i think it's the opposite but i won't get into it haha </3 and yeah some of the comments i get on my fics and asks in my inbox are very questionable...
and omg!! tell me your thoughts abt ATLA!! i've loved that series since I was 7, and i'm so glad there's a revival in the fandom even if it's short lived!!
and thank you so much again!! seriously you give me confidence to post for any fandom <33
Am I the only one who thought that aang seemed a bit white in this movie? Idk if it was cause of the voice actor or anything but to me he looked like a white man
you are definitely not the only one who felt that way. his voice actor is actually a terrible person and in my opinion a completely shitty voice actor, but he is asian. i do agree with you though that the animation style really removed everyone's features, especially katara's, which made the whole thing look so washed out.
it's just absolutely crazy to me how they replaced the main cast's voice actors in the first place, and then turned around and casted a zionist to voice a literal genocide victim. the irony is insane and it completely ruined any hope i have for upcoming movies.
