Canon and Conjecture

Here you'll find a cozy archive of not just reader fics, but theories and deep dives into media as well.

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Aang x Reader Masterlist 🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂 Fluff 🥰💗🤗

Short n Sweet Temple Chase Part 1 - Summerween Special Temple Chase Part 2 - Summerween Special A Father's Memoir 🥵 Being With Aang is Never Boring Early Morning Menace Migraine Mitigation

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Seasonal Habits

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Big Summer Blowout ☀️ Seasonal Habits ☀️🍂❄️🌺

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[atlaculture]

Cultural Calendars: Water Tribe

As we all know, the Water Tribe is primarily inspired by Inuit peoples. However, there is no one standard Inuit calendar, as their traditional timekeeping systems are inextricable from the specific areas where they live. For example, the names of their months typically take inspiration from the different life stages of animals and natural phenomenon in their particular environment. Similarly, Inuit is a language family, so the vocabulary varies quite a bit from region to region. So instead of replicating one specific Inuit group or village's calendar for the Water Tribe, I thought I'd share some interesting details and commonalities I've noticed across the calendars I've looked at; from there, you can decide what to incorporate for your Water Tribe calendar.

Seasons

Inuit/Inupiat/Yupik seasons vary between 5-8 seasons, depending on the weather cycle of the particular area. The most well documented seasonal cycles (shown above) are from Nunavut, Canada in the Inuktitut language and King Island, Alaska in the Inupiatun language. Keeping track of the seasons is vital for hunter-gatherer societies.

Years & Months

I've written about the celebration of Quviasukvik aka Arctic New Year before, so I won't go too in-depth about it. The New Year for many circumpolar people is defined by the first sunrise after the Winter Solstice, as it marks the end of the polar nights, a period when the sun remains below the horizon for multiple months. Meaning that from Katara and Sokka's point of view, Aang first met Roku on New Year's Eve. ^_^

Since the ATLAverse uses a 12-month system, I figured I would use the names that Inuit groups have assigned to the months of the Gregorian calendar. Below is a graph I made of month names (translated into English) from different Inuit, Inupiat, and Yupik regions. If you click on the underlined names, you'll get a link to the sources:

(The months called "miscarriage" are in reference to February and March bring common months for seal miscarriages.)

Based off this research, here are the month names I came up with for the Water Tribe:

I didn't want to choose a specific dialect group, so I just went with English "translations". I tried to make the meanings clear, while also giving the months names that sound like month names (to an English-fluent ear).

Days of the Week

The unit of time known as a "week" wasn't really relevant to arctic peoples as they primarily tracked time based on the seasons and lunar cycles, as that's what's most important to a hunter-gatherer society. As such, I think the Water Tribes just adopted the "international" days of weeks that I mentioned here. East-day, North-day, West-day, South-day, and Center-day would be their day names; whether they'd take a break on Center-day would depend on the month/season they were in.

[stationarystardust]

I'm working on a political thriller/mystery/romance Aang x reader long form fic and oh my God how does ANY fic even get off the ground?! I have so many ideas on how to even start it to grab attention, I've been fleshing out my OC cause she'll have a name, backstory the works.

I really fckin love her and I like what I've done with Katara and Aang as in how they break things off, I think it makes sense especially for people in their 20s. His reaction and throwing himself into restoring his temples, people whispering about him when Firebenders specifically start disappearing.

Aang is really the linchpin of the story since I'll be digging into his psychology everyone else is there but he's the focus. I find him incredibly fascinating.

Especially since the story is going to be asking one big question: how does Aang react to long standing systemic heinous acts? The Air Nomad Genocide was a 100 years ago. But this is something that will be right in his face.

God it's gonna be good shit. I'm also wondering if I should have this be after the movie Legend of Aang or just ignore the movie entirely since the movie doesn't really add anything to the overall world of ATLA aside from the bison and Sonam.

But you can remove the movie entirely and nothing really changes majorly when you stop to think about it. There are so many other ways for Aang to have found sky bison after all.

I'd love to have at least a prologue up soon while I hunt for work. At least being laid off has its upsides in some regards.

[rubyyworld]

How about aang and a reader with a broken chi or damaged chi? Like her bending is unstable because of it

[stationarystardust]

I would LOOOOOOOOOOVE this as an anthology series like holy shit this could be such an interesting look at the healing process, at anger with nowhere to go, self hatred, what do you do when there's no third option, grief, and loss but not physical person loss, like someone dying. But a part of you ALMOST existing but not quite.

I don't think this has ever been explored (Aang's chi damage was related to just his Avatar State not his bending) and seeing Aang having to cope with a partner who would inevitably ask him to help them fix their bending, given he's an Energybender, always on days like the Solstices if they're a Firebender/Waterbender or Equinox for an Earthbender? Oh that would be a very interesting deep dive to his psychology.

He's someone who so desperately wants to help anyone he can. I can easily see Aang in his 20s, even though he's very emotionally perceptive, not quite realize right away he's only inadvertedly enabling his partner if he tried using Energybending on them to help them bend.

So him being in a literal rock and hard space, with no third option? God DAMN that's good shit.

I'm so mad I didn't think of this for a story idea it's so good. Do it, do it, do it!

[stationarystardust]

Being with Aang means you're gonna have to square with the fact that he has the heart of a child. Even as someone who's a world leader, a father, and holds the power of the cosmos within him. He's Aang first and the Avatar second about 90% of the time.

i. ⛰️

Your eyes narrow when you see Aang round the corner, his eyes gleaming with amusement and his lips pursing together.

"Oh that's right. Have. A good. Laugh, airhead!" You grunt as you continue to thrash about in the small crevice to no avail.

"You know," Aang leans against the wall, his eyes still glittering. "There's another entrance just over-"

"AANG!" Your yell echoes bouncing off the walls.

Aang huffs out a laugh walking towards you. "Okay, okay, hold on. I'll earthbend you out faster than you can say 'monkeyfeathers!'"

ii. ⛈️

You can barely hold yourself upright as you see Aang and Bumi make a mad dash through the downpour towards the front steps of the entrance to your home on Air Temple Island.

You were ready with towels for both, but quite unprepared for how absolutely drenched both were when they pelted to you. Bumi didn't even stop, simply grabbed his towel and ran inside. "I HATE WET TUNICS!" he yells from inside.

"YOU'RE WELCOME!" you call back wheezing.

You're barely holding it together as Aang regales the story of his and Bumi's outing. "And then out of nowhere you just hear this MASSIVE BOOM! Rain. Rain everywhere." He makes the motions of rain falling with his arms stretched wide. He glares up at the sky. "There was NOTHING five minutes ago!" he yells up at it accusingly.

You're wheezing but get some words in. "You didn't. Think. To use your Waterbending?! You know, create a water shield?"

Aang looks back at you shell shocked, as water continues to drip down his face. "Oh."

You have to lean against the wall, clutching your sides as you desperately try to get air in through your laughter.

Aang gives you a flat look before reaching out to grab his towel, pulling it-and you-towards him. You immediately struggle out of his grip. Even as an Airbender who can regulate his own temperature, he's absolutely soaked through. "Aaaaang c'mon! I'm sorry, okay!" You plead as you try and squirm out of his grip. You're not really that sorry. It was just too funny-master of all four elements, one of the most powerful benders in the world. Defeated by the weather.

Now he's the one laughing. "Don't worry we have a towel." He wraps it around you both, tucking you to his chest. You turn around in his grip and give him a light shove back into the torrential downpour. You weren't prepared for him holding onto your wrist and bringing you with him.

"Oh look at that. Now we both need to get dry. Only one way to do that I guess." He kisses you gently in the rain. When you pull back he's grinning like Momo after he successfully steals a lychee nut from Bumi.

You pull his cloak over his head as he doubles over laughing.

iii. 🛁

"Aang, what are you doing!" You shout indignantly as your husband, clothes and all, steps into the tub that you've been relaxing in. At least he had the sense to take his boots off before stepping in.

"What? A man can't join his wife as she bathes?" Aang asks, not even trying to sound apologetic.

"You didn't even take your robes off!"

"They'll dry."

"You're sitting in your own wet dirt." you scooch backwards in the large bath only for Aang to follow immediately, his head tilted, grin widening as he braces his hands on either side of the tub.

"So were you." he counters.

"IIII was clean!" you laugh as he leans in to press his forehead against yours.

"Well, now we can spend some time together and clean each other up. And then spend the rest of the evening doing absolutely nothing." he kisses you lightly. "A win win."

You're about to try and make another argument, but it turns into a sigh as you feel the water around you warm just enough to be hot but not scalding. You let out a huff as Aang still sinks lower into the water so he's half submerged. Once he's seated, he pulls you gently to his chest.

"This is nice," he murmurs, hands tracing your back.

You press the side of your head to his chest, resting your palm over his heart. There were some battles not worth fighting. You could get him back later. And it was nice to have him home. "Welcome home you utter menace," you say softly, smiling. 

Aang grins and tilts your head up to kiss you.

iv. 💍😂🍹

Katara ran up to where you and Aang were seated, trying very hard not to look panicked. "Hey, d'you know where Sokka is? We're the ones in charge of the tea ceremony for Suki and it's about to start."

You and Aang look at each other, confused. You're the one who answers the Waterbender. "No, but we can go look for him."

Aang nods in agreement. "We’ll look for him, but I have to release the sky lanterns after the tea ceremony, so we have to be quick."

You send Aang a look of gratitude for the support before looking back to Katara. "We'll be back in time for both with Sokka in tow," She sighs in relief. "Thanks guys," she hugs you tightly and dashes off, her long form fitting dress flowing like water around her.

"Even when she's about to lose her shit she's pretty." You can't help but comment. Aang raises a brow as you both stand to look for her wayward brother.

"What? She’s pretty, that’s all I’m saying." You grin at him. "I can't call our friend pretty?"

"I'm not judging." There's a smile in his voice as he nuzzles you before breaking apart, still keeping your fingers laced. "Where should we look? He could be anywhere."

You glance sideways towards where the drinks are. "The building isn't that big." You responded, looking back at Aang, eyes narrowed when you see his eyebrow twitch. Huh. Interesting. "Anyways knowing Sokka I'll go check over there. Be right back.." You quickly make your way to that area before Aang can protest. 

He can’t help but fidget in place as he waits, and huffs a laugh when he sees you trotting back with a drink in hand. "Well that was a bust." You say taking a sip.

Aang snickers. "Oh nice. Our best friends are supposed to start a vital ceremony on behalf of the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors and you're over here getting yourself a drink."

"They're GREAT for the nerves. You should try it." You take another drink. Aang rolls his eyes playfully. "I think I'm good. C'mon. Let's go look."

You look in every nearby room but to no avail. "You're hiding something." You accuse as you find one locked room in particular.

"What makes you think that?" Aang immediately deflects looking in another room besides the locked one.

You tick your fingers one by one. "You're dragging your feet, you had us look through the ENTIRE hallway, despite the fact that ONE room happens to be locked, and your eyebrow hasn't stopped twitching since we left."

Aang lets out a mock gasp. "Excuse you! That's the worst thing you can say to an Airbender! We pride ourselves in being light footed!"

You poke his chest, giggling. "Shuffle feet. Tell me what's up. I can keep a secret!"

Aang sighs, pulling you to him by your waist, setting the now empty cup down on a nearby table. "Okay, okay but you have to promise not to tell anyone else!"

You nod emphatically, excitement coursing through you as Aang continues. "Well, Sokka...he-"

He's cut off by a sudden moan from the locked room. Another follows it. Male. Both voices are male. And one sounds VERY familiar.

Oh.

OH.

Aang looks like he would rather have faced Sozin himself during the comet at twelve than be here. "Don't-!"

Ignoring him completely, grinning like an owl cat who got the cream, you slide backwards towards the locked door. Aang's face is paler than the moon when your back presses against the wall near the door. He really was just terrible at keeping a good poker face.

Making a show of it, you slowly raise your arm, tongue between your teeth when Aang mouths your name in a final attempt to keep you from completing your action, you tap your knuckles lightly on the door. And nearly burst into giggles when you hear sudden thumps and cloth ruffle. "In a minute!" Sokka's voice hisses in annoyance.

"Did you forget you're in charge of the tea ceremony? We can't exactly all partake in it if the leader isn't present. That would be kinda awkward." You call back sweetly, outright cackling as you hear a swear. Aang runs his hand over his face.

"Spirits preserve me." He groans.

When Sokka comes out, you nearly keel over.

He really does try so hard to keep a straight face. "Sorry, had to do something real quick! How do I look?" He does a quick spin. "Good? I look good right? Wait, forget I asked, I always look good! I feel incredible actually."

"Yeah I bet you do." You chortle. Sokka gives you a glare but you tilt your head up and stick your tongue out at him before adding, "Fix your hair and you’re good. Go!" Sokka nods, running off.

Aang comes up to your side and wraps his arm around your shoulder. "Great. We found Sokka. Now let's-"

He's cut off when Zuko appears in the doorway, looking everything a Fire Lord shouldn't. You and Aang blink at each other as you look at the Fire Lord to the Avatar and back again. A sudden realization hits you when you see the lack of surprise on your fiance's face.

"I can't believe you KNEW who Sokka was seeing! I knew he was seeing SOMEONE but..." you whisper yelled, playfully smacking Aang's shoulder. ”We tell each other everything, we’ve been together for years! And you didn't say a word to me!" You smack him again.

"Ow!" He makes a show of wincing. "I'm sorry!” his mouth twitches upward. “I stumbled in on them one night when we were visiting Zuko and he swore me to secrecy-ow, stop hitting me!" The last words are a laugh as he lightly grabs your hands in his. "I had to keep my promise." He kisses your knuckles. "Besides, it wasn't my place to tell."

"How angry is Katara?" Zuko asks, having the decency to look sheepish as he fixes himself up.

"Oh you know her. She's more frantic than angry, but she'll BE angry if we don't get going." Aang responds.

Before he can tug you along you rush up to Zuko and hug him. "I'm happy for you. Katara's gonna lose her mind when I tell her that her own brother is with the Fire Lord. I can't wait to start working with her to plan the wedding."

With a light pat to Zuko's shoulder you flounce off to the main area.

The Avatar and Fire Lord look at each other before rushing after you, their ceremonial robes billowing behind them.

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It's Pride Month. Of course I was gonna throw in some Zukka love. ^_^

Also reader is definitely with Aang, they are a SOLID couple no poly it's just not my thing. It won't be something I write about, sorry.

But their comments are meant to be able to be read as bi-curious. I hope that was clear enough without being SUPER obvious.

And of course Aang being Aang, raised as a Nomad, would not judge in the least that the people in his life might be just a bit different from his own sexuality. Canonically he's incredibly open minded and accepting. And if he found out his partner might have fooled around a bit to figure themselves out? Wouldn't matter much to him not just cause of his culture, but cause they'd have talked about it.

Cause they're all adults.

[stationarystardust]

Aang x Reader - Big Summer Blowout

Being the Avatar, Aang has of course connections to all four elements. Being a deeply spiritually in tuned monk means Aang has of course, connections to the cosmic nature of bending, down to his soul. But of course, Aang isn't just the bridge between worlds. He's also a human being with virtues and faults of his own. His friends often debate whether it's his Avatarhood or deep spirituality that makes certain sides of him easier to see as the seasons change like the tides of the sea.

You however, are often left wondering, if it's something as simple, as basic human instinct. Because over the course of your life, you've come to understand one simple truth: sometimes the simplest solution is the best starting point to investigate.

You knew you should’ve been paying attention to the meeting but your thoughts wander. You just couldn't figure out what was going on with the normally gentle Air Nomad. As a Firebender yourself, you felt your instincts turn up a notch during summer-you had more energy, and you could admit your temper flared quicker than an Airbender could run, you got up even before the sun instead of just with it. But Aang was an Air Nomad…Sure he could firebend, but wouldn’t his roots as an Airbender override Firebender instincts..?

"Aang!" you yell in frustration as he charges after the shadow through the temple ruins. You quickly give chase, refusing to be left behind. “What the hells are you doing?! You don’t just go running after strange people into the dark!” 

You can hear the sarcasm dripping in his voice as he calls back, “I think you forgot I grew. Up. Here. And I’m not about to let my home be desecrated again! Don’t worry-I know this place inside and out. I’ll handle this one, and be back faster than you can say ‘yip yip.’” 

With that, he surges forward with a burst of speed thanks to his Airbending, leaving you behind. You stop and blink. “Well.” you huff. “If he wants to be that way, fine. I'm not gonna offer help where it's not wanted.” With that, you spin on your heel and head back toward Appa and Momo, who flits down to your shoulders and chitters, his ears down. 

You sigh as you scratch his ear. “He just…ran off. I thought we were supposed to be a team. But it’s like he suddenly thinks he has to do everything himself again. I thought we were past this shit, Momo.” you sink down and rest your back against Appa’s soft fur. Your head snaps up when you hear the loud shouts coming from the temple pillar, eyes wide as you see flashes of fire in the many small openings scattered through the column. 

“Well damn.” you say to no one in particular. “At least this mission will be over quickly-AGNI'S FLAME!” You gasp, getting to your feet when you see Aang leap from the upper pillar, holding an unconscious man over his shoulders like a sack. He lands right in front of you, and nearly stumbles as he places the unconscious man on the ground. You’re surprised he’s gentle about it with his sudden attitude. You dipped your chin to your collarbone, scoffing as he sweeps his palm across his uninjured shoulder. He glances at you, and attempts a smile, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Okay I know this looks bad but-”

“‘Ohhh just stay here I have it covered.’” you mock his tenor scathingly, snapping your fingers and thumb together with each word. You want to shake him when he simply narrows his steely eyes at you. “Do you see yourself?! Covered in dust, tunic shredded, and oh yeah you have a HOLE in your shoulder!” 

He shrugs, wincing at the movement. “It’s just a nick. It’s already stopped bleeding. No need to worry.” 

You tilt your head back, rolling your eyes so hard you’re sure he can see the whites of your eyes as your fingers flex, aching to grab something. Preferably his neck. “You know what? Forget it. Since you have it “handled”, Avatar Aang, I’ll just let you continue with your work the rest of your trip.” 

With that you stalk off. 

Or, you try to. Suddenly there’s a very confused, and somewhat hurt-or is that annoyed?-Air Nomad right in front of you. “Where are you going? I thought you wanted to come with me-you always like coming on these trips. And what's with the title use all of a sudden? I've told you you don't need to be so formal; we're friends.” 

Right. Friends. That's all you were. You take in a deep breath before answering.“Yes, I do. Because we do this together. I like learning more about your life and culture. But if you’re so hellsbent on doing things yourself this time, far be it from me to stop you. So move.”  

Aang blinks at you. For a moment you wonder if you’re gonna have to duck or weave around him, but he steps aside and you stride past, not even bothering to look at him. If you had, you’d see his eyes shimmer, but not with joy. 

You hadn’t spoken during the trip back to Republic City. During the meeting, you kept your report short and clipped. You needed your space. You weren’t sure what you hated more: Katara giving you concerned glances, a question of “what happened?” in her clear blue eyes, or the way Aang looked at you like some spirits-forsaken, Agni-cursed wounded animal. You roll your eyes. He wasn’t stupid. He had to know exactly what pissed you off. 

You threw Katara a look across the room that said “Don’t. Ask.” before staring straight ahead, not looking at anyone. You’re thankful to any spirit that listens when Sokka finally, finally ends the meeting. 

Good. Soon you'll be able to be alone. You need to think. Maybe once you clear your head ask Katara if Zuko gets this stupidly reckless during summer or if it’s just Aang thinking that being the Avatar means he’s invincible. But that doesn’t feel like him either. You haven’t known him long since coming to Republic City. However in your time spent with him, you knew that, while having a mischievous streak, he took being the Avatar seriously. You sigh, shaking your head. 

As people began to file out, you try to follow suit, until a hand gently grabs your wrist. 

“Can we talk?” you close your eyes. Spirits that voice did things to you and you had a feeling he knew it. “You haven’t looked at me since we left, during the ride you acted like I had a plague, and during the entire meeting you looked like you were ready to commit arson. Tell me what’s wrong.” he pauses, before adding quietly, “Please?”

“So now you actually want to use your head?” you growl out, itching to move. The air around you both crackles, and your body feels as though you were hit with lightning, unable to redirect it. And you half want to call back Sokka and Katara as they leave, and half want to just get the impending conversation over with. 

You hear Aang sigh and he lets go of your wrist. You whip around the moment the door closes with an echoing thud. “Well?” that one word drips with derision as you lean back against the table, still craving some sort of space between you and the Airbender. 

At least this time Aang has the grace to look abashed as he says “I know I shouldn’t have darted off like that back at the temple-”

You let out a harsh crack of laughter. “Could’ve fooled me. One thing I like about you Aang is that you’re smart. You don’t rush into things head on, there’s always another angle with you. But back at the temple it’s like you just didn’t think at all! What in the name of Agni got into you back there?!”

“Hold on, that’s not-” Aang takes a step forward but stops when you take a step back. 

“By Agni's fire Aang, what gives you the right to-” 

“Don't turn this into something it isn't!" Aang flares back, his shoulders tensing. "There was nothing to decide! I just acted. And better for me to get hurt than you.”

You let out a frustrated yell. “That! That right there! What makes you think you can just throw yourself into uncharted territory without any idea of what might come your way? You’re lucky I didn’t have to CAUTERIZE your wound. What about next time?!” You shriek out the word “cauterize” in the vain hope that it would sink into the stubborn Nomad.

“He was raiding. My TEMPLE-” he grits through clenched teeth. You can't help but think that the only reason he isn't full on shouting is because of his years of monk training.

You groan exasperatedly. “I know, I know how important your home is to you, of course I know! We’ve spent months on this project! And we’re only scraping the surface! But that’s not an excuse to act so foolishly! Great Spirits, what was even the point of me going? If I knew you’d act like that I wouldn’t have gone at all! At least if I'd stayed I'd have gotten work done.” 

Aang gives you a wounded look. “You always come with me on restoration missions-it’s our thing.” he repeats the same words he had at the temple. Oh, he’s so close. 

“Yes!” you yell emphatically. “Our thing! We have a whole thing-as the Fire Nation ambassador, I scope out reports of Air Nomad relics, we verify them, we go looking, we return them to your home. You hear a recurring theme in that Aang?” you spin your finger in a loose circle. “I like my work because I spend time with you. I LIKE spending time with you. You’re smart, and kind, and funny, and confident, and so eager to share your world it’s honestly adorable. But today it’s like you forgot I was there, that I could’ve helped.” you don’t realize you’re rambling until you see a flash of orange and yellow move.

There’s a glint of something in Aang’s eyes as he takes a single large stride towards you, head tilted down, an unreadable expression on his face. He braces his hands on either side of you. You glare up at him, refusing to look away from those eyes made of liquid mercury. “Could you repeat that again?” he asks, his voice quiet.

“That again,” you cut his question off with a flash of teeth. Aang’s brow furrows, but the gleam in his eyes tells you he’s trying not to laugh. “Nooo, no you were listing things about me.” he corrects. 

Avatar or not you want to grab his staff and smack him with it. A couple dozen times.

You cock your head to the side. “Ohhh that’s right. I was wasn't I? You’re reckless.” you draw out the ‘S’, and he shakes his head, looking at you fondly. You ignore the way his eyes ignite something in your lower belly. “Myopic!” He lets out an offended sound. “Stub. Born. And,” you pause, giving him a pointed once over. “Overwhelming. Besides, what’s it matter to you if I like or not if you end up six feet in the ground cause of your stupidity!”

He grins crookedly at you. “Air Nomads have sky burials.”  

Oh that little-You let out an ember filled huff right in his face. He steps back to both give you your space, and avoid the stray flecks of fire. “Above ground, below ground. It’s all the same. Don’t really see what the point of liking you is if you’re gonna end up buzzard-wasp food.”

His eyes shine like Sokka's sword caught in sunlight. “Were you worried about me?” 

You hop up on the table, sitting cross legged to create more distance. “I’m just stating the obvious, that’s all.” you sniff. 

You fold your arms across your chest when you see steam gently flow out of his nostrils as well. But despite the tell tale sign of a Firebender losing patience, his words are gentle. “I don’t understand-are you worried or angry? I had it covered. There was a problem; we couldn’t very well start restoring the temple with some thief waiting in the shadows. And I wasn’t about to let someone steal what’s left of my people’s culture. So I handled it, and my shoulder doesn't even hurt.”

You let out a groan, pushing yourself off and moving to the center of the room. Aang doesn’t follow you, but instead sits at the edge of the table, pulling up a leg and resting one forearm on his knee. Even as you pace, you can’t stop your eyes flicking back to his shoulder, where he had been nicked thanks to a lucky knife toss. 

“How do you think that makes me feel, when someone I’m supposed to be able to trust, just decides what’s going to happen for me?” you ask as you walk back toward him. “Relationships, of ANY kind by the way, last I checked, are built on trust. Above all else. What, you just decided not to trust me to have your back?” 

Aang blinks. “I.” For once today he seems genuinely flustered, and he looks away. “That wasn’t what I intended. I just.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I saw my home being invaded and kinda lost it.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. “That’s an understatement.” You sit down next to him, and he scooches to the side to make room, though his fingers brush against yours. 

Aang leans his head on your shoulder, and you can’t bring yourself to move away. “I feel like I should apologize, but I don’t really know what to apologize for. Cause I still don’t know why you’re angry with me. You say you feel like I came across as overriding you, or that I don’t trust you to have my back but is that really what you think of me? After all these months we’ve spent together working on the restoration project? The late hours we pulled looking over your reports for Zuko because someone doesn’t know what rest is?” There's hurt in his voice, but curiosity as well; he truly wants to hear your answer. Whatever that answer might be. 

Is..is he giving you an opening? 

The hold your anger has on you starts to crack. You press your middle fingers to your eyes for a brief moment before dragging them up to your hairline and along the outer edges of your face before letting your arms fall to your lap. 

“Well.” You hesitate. Your eyes glance to him and back to your lap. “Okay, that was unfair of me to say.”

Aang lifts his head up to look at you. “I don’t want you to apologize just because you feel like you have to. And I have a feeling that trust isn’t the root issue. So there’s no apology needed anyways.” 

You get off the table, stretching. “Oh, well. In that case, I’ll go ahead and get started on sifting through the latest reports then.” you start to head for the door, but stop when you hear your name called. 

You will your body not to turn, because if you see those eyes again today you know you’ll drown in silver depths. But your body turns around anyways, and you watch as Aang slowly stands up and makes his way to you. You have to crane your neck to look up at him. Spirits he’s tall….

“Don’t ignore this.” And no matter how hard you try you can’t look away. 

“I’m not ignoring anything. You said there was nothing to apologize for so-” 

Your words trail off when he cups your face with a large calloused hand, saying your name softly again. “I don't think you're actually angry at all. I think you're afraid.” You really wish you could look away but you're trapped in silver depths. "But why would you be so afraid?" he murmurs, tracing his thumb along your cheekbone. “You said it yourself, Firelily.” he rests his forehead against yours. “I’m not stupid. But I’m not a mind reader either. I think I deserve to know what’s going on up there,” he smiles gently at you. You close your eyes, sighing softly. How can he sound so gentle yet so commanding at the same time? Has to be Avatar related. It’s not fair. You blink, startled at your own thoughts. What were you, some petulant child? You shake your head, clearing your thoughts. 

Apparently Aang mistook your movement to mean something else. “It’s okay if you need time, it’s just that. Well, I thought-” you grab the back of his neck and pull him down to your lips. It's not exactly smooth or coordinated, and you wince when teeth clack together but you can't bring yourself to care. You pour everything you couldn't say into the action. 

When you break apart, you’re both panting for air. You grip onto his tunic like a life line. All the while Aang is beaming, still cradling your jaw like you're a precious gemstone. Neither of you look away. “Oh.” He blinks cat owlishly. “Ohh I knew-" You kiss him again before he can finish, and you let out a little exhale when his tongue gently traces the seam of your lips. You grip the back of his bald head tightly before breaking away for air. 

You nuzzle your face into his chest, smiling slightly when you feel his shoulders relax under your touch. "You’re gonna get just as dirty as me; we didn’t get the chance to clean up before the meeting.” Aang whispers.

“That’s your fault for being stupid.” 

Aang lets out an amused hum, leaning in for another kiss when you place your hand on his lips, stopping him. He gives you a questioning look. “If you ever try to leave me behind like that again the next time we do a run you better hope the next creep is a better shot than this bozo was,” you poke his uninjured shoulder and he winces, looking at you sheepishly. “Because when you come back, and you will, I’ll have you sleeping on the couch until I SAY otherwise. Got it?” 

Aang’s eyes sparkle like moonstones. “Understood.” But before he can lean in again, you wrap your arms around his neck and haul yourself up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Whoa, okay, hold-here.” He laughs against your mouth as he grips your thighs to keep you from falling. 

You smile down at him. “Hope you don’t mind. My neck was getting sore.” 

He hums again as you lightly run your fingers along his scalp, tracing the line of his arrow. “I’m not complaining.”

You rest your forehead on his shoulder. “Thanks for waiting for me to catch up.” you breathe into his tunic. 

He sits down on the table, pressing his palm onto your back, steadying you and keeping you close. “Don't sell yourself so short-Don't think I didn't notice those glances when we were going over reports."

"I thought I was going crazy when you kept brushing your knee to mine. Or when you rested your legs on my thighs." Your response is muffled.

Though you can't see it, Aang gives you a flat level stare. "You think I do that with just anyone?"

It's your turn to give him a look from the corner of your eye. "You are a very touchy person Aang." he tries his best to look offended but fails, causing you to laugh. "When did you realize then?" Aang shifts you so he's holding you bridal style in his lap. You keep your arms wrapped loosely around his neck and your eyes on his. "That first night we were validating reports of Nomadic artefacts sightings."

You tilt your head. "Really?"

He nods. "I saw how excited about the project you were. That this wasn't just part of your work or history. The more I shared about my life with you....you." his ears go red. "Somewhere along the way spending time with you felt like being home." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "What about you? When did you know?"

"You expect me to follow up after that?" You poke his good shoulder.

"Hey! You have to answer!"

"No I don't."

"I pour my heart to you and all I get is-mmph!"

Whatever had gotten into Aang today, you were going to figure it out. If it's the last thing you do.

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Can you guess which flaw of Aang's is amplified in the Summer?

[gaangsta]

[stationarystardust]

Sorry not sorry Zutara fans but THEY'RE SUCH BADDIIIIIIIIIIIES holy shit

[thecaroliner]

the biggest tragedy of his life

[stationarystardust]

And then Aang would take that week off specifically to be a human heater. Gotta love dating the Avatar-so many perks. Some setbacks, but mostly comes with perks.

[stationarystardust]

Aang x Reader - Seasonal Habits

You start putting together pieces of your personal life when you speak about it with Katara and Toph. Turns out being the Avatar and being WITH the Avatar comes with some...unforseen seasonal side effects.

This will have slight spoilers for the Aang movie but not much. Mostly just the beginning temple attack.

cw: oral, p in v, sensory play, outdoor sex, discussions of sex, some groping but nothing out of taste cause it's Aang ffs. Also first time writing smut guys give me some grace lol.

“I think you’re just describing Aang,” was not the answer you had wanted to hear. When you made your trip to the Fire Nation palace to give your ambassador reports to Zuko, you had decided to stop and ask Katara regarding Aang’s shifting traits with each season. You definitely weren’t going crazy-something was up with the Avatar and you were determined to get to the bottom of it.

You groan, rolling your head back to look at the ceiling. It’s suddenly very interesting. “Noo. Nonono.” you sigh. “Okay so just recently…” 

You had heard the door to your shared home open while you were in the kitchen making your afternoon tea. It was a bit of a habit you started on your days off from council meetings. You turn around and can’t help but raise your eyebrows when you see it’s Aang-home earlier than expected. Not that you’re gonna complain-he’d been gone for nearly a week and a half. 

“Aang!” you smile at him as he crosses the threshold to you, smiling in return. “Surprise Firelily!” Before you can get another greeting in, he picks you up by the waist, and kisses you. You can’t help the squeak of surprise but smile into the kiss when he chuckles in response. He walks you both backward until you sit on the countertop. 

“Well,” you gasp when you break apart for air, only for Aang to bury his face in your neck, peppering kisses along the length. “This is certainly a surprise,” you say as you brace your hands on the counter behind you. “Not that I’m complaining but what’s with the early arrival? Your last messenger hawk said you were expected to deal with the territorial issue between the coastal cities for the rest of the week,” 

“I can’t come home early to see my favorite girl?” he teased as he nipped your ear. You let out a high pitched laugh at the action and he grinned. 

“Well I,” you attempt to say as he kisses you. “Missed,” he kissed you again and you could feel his smile against your lips. “You,” he nuzzled you. “Too.” you laugh when he nips your jaw. “But can I at least get the tea off the stove?” 

Aang pretends to think. Then, surprising you with his boldness, he hoists you up and you have no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist and grip his shoulders for purchase. He walks backwards towards the stove. In one smooth movement, he put the teapot on a cool part of the stove, used his airbending to put out the flames and started to make his way to your bedroom. 

His mouth never once leaves your skin; he kisses you, the corner of your mouth, nips the crook of your neck.You were sure to have some marks you’d be unable to hide later. Not that you’d really mind. And when he lays you on the soft sheets, his normally silvery eyes have transformed to those of storm clouds. 

“Never would’ve pegged Twinkletoes to be a biter,” Toph snarks and you throw a pillow at her. She sticks her tongue out but you laugh when she does so at empty air. 

Katara looks thoughtful. “He wasn't...aggressive was he? He didn’t hurt you or anything?” she asked, sounding genuinely concerned. 

“No, no.” you shake your head emphatically. “Even in the Avatar State he never-” your eyes went wide as you realized what you let slip. 

Toph’s blind green gaze feels like they’re staring into your very soul. “Ohhhh DO tell Firecracker. What EXACTLY is Twinkletoes like in bed when the Avatar State activates?” 

“No, no no.” You fire back, laughing. “Absolutely not, and that’s NOT what I’m asking here! Can we please stay on topic?” 

Toph snorts. “You brought it up, but sure. Hate to break it to you toots, but it sounds like this is just Firebender stuff.” 

You roll your eyes. “I’m a Firebender Toph, and I’m not nearly like that during the summer. I feel more energetic and I get up early but that’s almost every day. Firebenders rise with the sun, everyone knows that.” 

Katara hums. “If he isn’t being aggressive I’m not sure what the issue is.” 

You hum in thought. “Okay okay he isn’t aggressive but…” “Spirits, Aang I-Oh!” your hips nearly buck, but his hold on your thighs is like a vice grip as his tongue once again swipes through your folds. You’re panting now, close to a high only Aang could ever bring you to. “You’ve been at this for…all night now, I can’t…”

Aang hums, nuzzling your clit gently. “Yes you can. You always doubt yourself, but you always prove yourself wrong. Because you’re incredible and wonderful. You can give me one more.” 

You really had no idea how you had ended up flat on your back with Aang between your thighs, drinking you in like a man dying of thirst. You had both been sparring; you always wanted to try and incorporate his Airbending katas and movements to your Firebending. Aang, being the master Airbender, had pinned you. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but he had this look in his eyes, almost like molten mercury and before you knew it he was kissing you. Gently, but firmly. 

Things escalated. 

And now he was kissing you elsewhere. And he wasn’t stopping, despite the fact that he’d already made you come twice now. You grip the top of his bald head for some type of purchase and his moan reverberates through you. You let your head fall back and throw your other forearm over your eyes. 

“Don’t do that,” his voice distracts you and you can’t help but look down at him. You gasp when you realize his eyes are open. Staring directly into yours. And absolutely smoldering.

“Were…were you looking at me the entire time you’ve. Well.” You were a bit speechless at the idea, blinking like an owl cat.

Aang’s eyes reminded you now of thick dark clouds before a storm unleashed. Soft, yet intense. “Why wouldn’t I?” he rested the side of his face on your inner thigh, sighing. “You’re beautiful like this,” 

Spirits his voice… “Like..,” you gulp. “Like what?” He grins, kissing your clit. “Mm…You just look beautiful is all,” and with that he takes another slow flat tongued lick of your folds, before plunging his tongue in as deep as it could go.

“Aang!” you cry out, your back arching.

He slowly pulls-no, drags-his tongue out, flicking your clit gently. “If you really can’t handle it, you’d have tapped my arrow three times five minutes ago,” was all he said in response to your cries. He then gently blows cool air right on your clit. He chuckles when you scrabble at the training mat. 

“Oh come on-Ah!” your back arches to the point you half wonder how your spine didn't snap as he continues his relentless assault on your cunt.

Katara blinks. “Was he really that direct? Or is insistent the better word?” 

You nod, blushing. “I mean, I kinda just figured that might have been his Earthbender side coming out but,” Toph cackles. “About time he finally learned what head on means-” 

Katara waterbends a splash of water at her and she sputters. “Oh real funny Sugar Queen,” 

“Is Zuko like that at all during the summer?” you question Katara. She looks thoughtful. 

“Well, with Zuko during the summer he just gets a lot more…intense. We haven't exactly done it in a place anyone could walk in. Zuko's...” Katara murmurs. 

"Possessive?" you tease. She flicks water at you just as she did to Toph and you cough shaking your head.

"Private." she corrects.

You lounge back on the couch and think. “If it were just Firebender stuff then wouldn’t I be just the same way? I’m not jumping him every chance I get though I would really love to.”

Katara shrugs. “Maybe summer affects every Firebender differently. Aang is also playful too, so it might just amp up that side of him?” 

Toph snorted, rolling onto her stomach. “Playful? That sounded like Twinkletoes outright told you “here’s what’s happening and you’re gonna like it but I’m gonna be real sweet about it so you can’t argue with me.” Got any other juicy tidbits? You gotta have more examples than THAT.”  

“Well, there was one time we were visiting the Southern Air Temple…” you mused. 

“Have you ever thought about having sex outdoors?” Aang asks abruptly one night while you stargaze resting against Appa. It had been a long day organizing relics Aang had found and you were both taking a well deserved rest. 

You choke on your tea. “I’m. Oof. I’m-huh?” 

Aang shrugs. “It can’t be any different from when we have sex in bed right? Or sitting down? Which is my favorite position by the way, I love being able to just hold you but….” he looks up at the stars. “I think there’d be something really special about being that close under the skies.” 

You turn slightly to look at him with an eyebrow raised. “Are you suggesting anything in particular while we’re here? “Hey Firelily let’s have sex in ancient ruins,”? I dunno if that would go over well with Air Nomad spirits and whatnot,” 

Aang throws his head back and laughs. “No, no no not in the temple! Well. Maybe once it’s fully restored, but…” he glances at you sideways. “I…know a spot…” 

Both Katara and Toph are staring at you with eyes wide as saucers. “No way,” Toph was the first to speak. 

From your spot lounging half off the couch, you press the back of your hand on your forehead. “I swear to you I’m not lying,” you say keeping your eyes on the ceiling.

“He never struck me as the super adventurous type to be honest...” Katara continues to stare at you in disbelief.

"Tell me about it." you mutter. "During fall specifically he figures out some new position to try every single time we get together. But it's never anything too far out there either so I can't put a pin on what's going on." 

“Sooo….did you end up doing it outside or what?” Toph’s blind eyes would be shining with demented glee if they could. You’re thankful they can’t. It’s bad enough Katara can see you’re as red as Zuko’s dragon.

“I’m not answering that,” you grouse. 

Toph’s grin is downright maniacal. “So you did,” 

“Shut. Up,” you put emphasis on the ‘P’.

She cackles. “You just told us he ate you out like a man on a mission and you can’t tell us the rest of THAT story? Come on, don't be so lame!” 

You sigh. Well you had already dug yourself the hole. If you can’t climb out, you might as well dig to hell. Besides, Aang will never know about this. You’d make sure of it. “Okay, okay…” 

Settled with your back against Aang, you can’t help but marvel at the waters around you. Even as they slowly roll with every thrust, they perfectly mirror the sky above you. It’s like you’re both swimming in stars. You sink further into Aang, lightly playing with the surface of the starry water.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Aang’s soft gentle tenor whispers in your ear. He kisses the shell of it gently. 

Unable to speak when another deep thrust renders you speechless, you nod. Aang hums, nudging the side of his head against yours. “Can I try something?” he whispers. 

“What…what did you have in mind?” you manage to gasp out as he palms your breast with a just lightly heated hand. His calloused fingers add a distinct contrast to the warm waters around you. 

“Close your eyes,” he tells you. You do so, your curiosity piqued. His hand leaves your breast and cups your chin. You can’t help but relax in his hold as you feel him tilt your head back so it rests gently against his collarbone. “Good,” he sounds pleased. “Can you still find my arrows?” he asks. You have to slide your hand up his arm that gently cups your chin. But once your hand reaches his you tap the back of his it three times. He lets out a soft gasp. “Funny. I used to think of my arrows as nothing but sacred; a sign of my mastery in Air and that’s that. And they still are sacred but…in a bit of a different way now. Because of you,” there’s something like awe in his voice as he kisses you gently. 

You can’t help the small giggle that escapes you when you break apart. “Well I had to think of something the first time my mouth was full of you; can’t exactly ta-ALK!” the last word morphs into a squeal as you feel him reach down over your shoulder to your folds. The water where his fingers meet your clit, rubbing in slow circles feels suddenly chilly.  

His next words leave you wishing you had never accidentally let slip that you had discovered you were attracted to the sound of his voice. “Tell me what you feel,” the words are like rolling thunder. The water below the surface remains cool against your skin, but the mirrored water around you grows steadily warmer. And the hand cupping your face moves to your neck. Not applying any pressure, rather simply resting there. Your hand follows and grips his wrist for some sort of purchase. 

“I feel…warm.” you manage. Aang nods, humming and even that hum echoes with power. “I feel you.” “How so?” You can hear a smile in that layered voice. 

“You’re….oh spirits it’s like you’re everywhere.” you whisper.

You suddenly wish you hadn’t agreed so readily to closing your eyes-you want to get lost in liquid starlight. Your eyes nearly fly open when he rolls his hips up, all the while thumbing your clit in time to his movements. 

“I also feel like I’m about to lose my mind if you keep going at this pace!” you cry out. 

You feel him nuzzle you as he replies, “Patience is a virtue,” in a sing-song voice. Not once picking up the speed. “We have all night,”

The room was so silent you were sure you’d be able to hear even Aang’s quiet footfalls from across the hallway. “Katara I will light your favorite dress on fire if you don’t stop staring at me like that,” you grumble. 

She blinks and recovers herself. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She's trying so hard not to laugh. You have to give her an A for effort. “It’s just…Aang? This is the same Aang who couldn’t even ask you out without a literal shove from Sokka during the spirit festival a few years ago?” 

“Right?” You get up and start pacing. “I mean it’s not like I’m complaining, everyone needs to have some variety it’s just that…” you groan sitting down again. “I feel like I’m missing something super obvious and it’s driving me nuts. Cause it isn’t even just the sex that’s suddenly different…” 

“You sound mad,” Aang observed from his spot where he was meditating in the pavilion. 

You let out an annoyed huff. “I’m not mad.” 

Aang peeks an eye open. “Yeah, and I’m not the Avatar,” he slowly starts to get up to his full height. “What’s wrong? Council members giving you a hard time? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staying up later looking over paperwork regarding the temple reconstruction project,” 

You start to back up towards the doorframe. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m fiiiine!” 

He narrows his gray eyes at you. “I think you need a hug.” 

Your eyes go wide. “Noo, nononono.” you insist. “Nah, I’m, I’m so good.” 

He raises an eyebrow. “Well now you’re just lying to get out of the hug. Now I’m obligated to give you one.” 

You bolt before he can make another move, taking the stairs two at a time. “Oh, making me work for it?” he calls down to you as you hear his footfalls follow yours. “Not everything has to be the hard way you know,” 

You make it to the living room and stay poised ready to make a run for it as he comes up to the other side of the couch, grinning roguishly at you. “It’ll make you feel better!” he laughs as he attempts to get to you only for you to run around to the other side of the couch. 

“I don’t wanna feel better!” you snap back, determined to stay in your irritable mood though you’d forgotten what had pissed you off in the first place. 

“You know it’s only a matter of time before I catch you!” he makes another attempt but you’re quick enough to get around the couch again. 

You stick your tongue out and manage to duck around him to the courtyard where Appa rests. But before you can run around the bison to create some distance, you feel a force tackle you from behind. 

“Gotcha!” Aang cries as he twists his body so he collides with Appa’s side. The sky bison lets out a low rumble at having his nap disturbed by the clingy Air Nomad. No matter how much you squirm you can’t get out of his hold. 

“Aang, let me go.” you complain. Aang burrows his face into your neck as he settles into Appa’s plush fur. 

“You feel better?” he asks, sounding genuinely concerned. You huff. 

“No,”

“Then it hasn’t kicked in yet.” and not only does he wrap around you somehow tighter than before, but Appa, the traitor that he is, curls up around you both, still asleep and not moving any time soon. “See? Even Appa knows you need a hug.” 

“You’re both the worst,” you mutter, but there’s no real malice in your words. 

Aang nuzzles your hair, grinning. “You love us anyways,” 

“Well see, that doesn’t help us at all,” Toph rolls her eyes. “This just goes right back to the main issue-it all just sounds like Aang, he’s always touchy.” 

Katara shakes her head. “No, there’s a pattern here for sure,” she glances at you. “Would you mind sharing other…intimate moments with him? That helps paint the picture a bit more.” 

Toph snorts, “Paints something alright,” 

You roll onto your side to reach into the jar containing lychee nuts and toss a nut at her head. “You just wanna hear about my sex life with Aang,” 

Toph grins. “Yes, yes we do. Spill it Sparkles. What else is he like?” You grab a pillow and groan into it. “You’re both awful friends…” 

Something is wrong the moment you hear his footfalls get closer to you. They sound heavy, nothing at all like the light airy ones you’re used to. You turn to look at him and can’t help but gasp. 

“Aang, honey, what-” you rush up to him, placing your hands on his chest. He lets out a ragged breath and practically collapses into your hold. Staggering backward from his weight, you quickly lower both of you to the ground. You don’t even make it to the bed. He gathers you into his arms so you’re sitting in his lap as he sits cross legged. You have to wrap your legs around his waist to get better situated. 

His mouth is instantly on your neck, placing slow open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. “Aang, talk to me.” you whisper. You feel like you can’t speak loudly for fear that you might spook your clearly rattled Nomad.

He nuzzles your neck before answering. “I know I have to leave tomorrow but…” he shakes his head, looking frustrated with himself. With a groan he buries his face in your chest and you place a hand atop his scalp. Your thumb traces the curved line of his arrow and he shudders. 

“Talk to me Aang. I can’t help you unless you tell me what’s wrong,” you repeat, getting more than a little worried. 

His eyes are like smoldering charcoal as they bore into your own amber ones. You understand at once what he needs. “You know…you don’t have to leave tomorrow.” you murmur, cupping his face, smiling gently at him. He leans into your hold, pressing a kiss to your palm. 

“I have to,” he groans into your hand. “The reports keep coming in that there’s some rogue spirit up north. I’m the Avatar; I’m the only one who can check it out.” 

“You haven’t even packed yet,” you reasoned, looking around the bedroom. 

He lets out another ragged moan. “I know, I know,” he looks at you, really looks at you. “But every time I start I think about being away from you and I…I can’t,” his eyes start to shimmer. “I don’t know why but I just can’t bring myself to leave. What kind of Avatar does that make me?” he buries his face in your chest again. His thumb gently traces along the underside of your breast. Nothing insistent, but instead it’s like he just soothe something within himself. Besides, you aren’t about to complain. It’s not like it feels bad.

“How many times do I need to tell you that you aren’t just the Avatar, but Aang?” you whisper, tracing the pad of your thumb under his eyes. “I’m sure the world can spare you for at least one extra day. Whatever you need from me tonight, tell me. I’ll be more than happy to oblige." 

Aang shakes his head. “I can’t just…order you around like that. Wouldn’t feel right,” 

You roll your eyes, giving your monk a fond look. “You wouldn’t be ordering me around. Like I’d take orders from you anyways.” he lets out a watery chuckle. “Think of it more like…” you try and think but it’s hard when his calloused thumb occasionally brushes your nipple. But his continued tracing gives you an idea. 

“Get on the bed,” you say firmly but gently. Aang looks at you startled. “Go on,” 

“Can’t leave you,” he whines. “I don’t know why but I just. Can’t,” You hum sympathetically. Whatever was going on with Aang tonight you could handle it. He’d just have to work with you. 

“You’re a strong guy Aang, I’ve seen you crack boulders the size of Appa with your staff. You can’t pick me up and carry me to our bed?” you tease. His eyes get flinty at the challenge and before you know it you’re desperately clinging to your very tall boyfriend as he walks backwards to the bed. 

You let out a yelp as he unceremoniously flops back onto it, looking up at you expectantly. “Now what?” he asks simply. You can’t help but laugh as you lean down to kiss him. You shiver as his large hands splay across your back. 

“Now,” you say against his lips when you pull back for air, “You. Stay. There.” you emphasize the words by taking his hands from your back and placing them on your hips. Almost upon instinct, his thumbs trace circles into your skin as you take your night shirt off, tossing it somewhere else in the room. “The world will have its share of the Avatar when you leave,” you say softly as you grind down on him and he lets out a choked gasp, bucking up into you instinctively. “Tonight I’m gonna remind you it’s okay for you to be Aang every once in a while. That it’s okay for you to be taken care of.” you cup his face and he blinks up at you, looking at you like you’d just plucked Yue herself from the sky. “You always tell me I’m wonderful and deserve to be loved. So do you.” you lean down and kiss him, feeling his tongue trace your bottom lip in response. 

Katara and Toph groan. “You can’t just stop there!” Toph complains as you laugh. It’s good to get them back every once in a while. 

“Oh come on, I think you can get the picture of what he was like without me getting into ALL the details. You really don’t need to know what that entire night was like anyways, trust me.” You grin cheekily at your friends. “You’d never look at him the same again.”

Katara’s shaking her head, smiling. “So, you’ve gone over summer, fall, winter…what’s he like during the spring?” 

You look at her. The pieces are starting to come together now that you’ve been telling your friends your stories. “You don’t think this is….?” you ask. 

“What? “This is what?”” Toph demands-she was never one to bother with Aang’s spirituality aspect of being the Avatar, and to be honest you had not really given it much thought before now. It was just a part of who he was so you didn’t have much reason to stop and think about his spirituality. That was until you’d gotten together with him. And then you got to learn about him. You got to understand sides of him only you’d see. But surely stuff like that was only for romance novels right? 

“Well…it’s hard to deny the pattern you’ve laid out in front of us.” Katara reasons. “In the summer, he’s more energetic, he’s more confident, though you could also argue he’s just gained that as he ages.”

You nod. “In the fall he’s a lot more….uhhh. Experimental? Is that the word? You wouldn’t believe some of the positions he’s willing to try then.” 

“Not to mention you just told us he’s so clingy in the winter he’d give a koala otter a run for its money.” Toph states bluntly. 

“Which leaves spring. What’s he like then?” Katara pesters good naturedly. 

You toss a lychee nut up and down in your hand. “Mmm…. it's hard to describe. But it's like we're just solid...” 

You can’t help but smile as you take a look around the circular room filled with Air Nomad artefacts. It didn’t take a lot of convincing for Zuko to let you go on this expedition with Aang. As the Fire Nation Ambassador it was part of your responsibilities to see that the restoration of the Air Temples went smoothly after all. But Zuko didn’t bother hiding his grin when he noticed Aang’s fingers interlacing yours as you both left the Fire Nation palace for this trip. 

“Not a bad haul,” Aang muttered half to himself, grinning. He starts to whistle as he starts to unpack his bag.

“Not bad at all,” you smile as you recognize the little tune, looking at the statues. “It’s crazy how different they all are.” you observe. 

Aang nods. “They’re all different Air Nomad Avatars from the past.” He hands another statue to you and you look at it closely. “Avatar Sonam?” you read aloud. “Who’s that? Have you spoken with them?” Aang shook his head.

“No idea. Must be really ancient if I can’t reach them.” he places a large vase down on the shelf and stiffens suddenly. You perk up, immediately on the alert when Aang of all people goes still. You suddenly get the feeling you’re being watched. Still standing close to you, Aang whistles quietly. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye when Momo flies off. 

Oh. Well, if Momo needs to go then you aren’t just gonna stand around doing nothing until Aang gives the say so, You think to yourself as you quickly propel yourself up to one of the lower rafters with a triple staccato whistle, ignoring when Aang whisper-yells your name. 

“Every time. Every. Time. She does this.” Aang hisses to himself as he watches you land on the upper rafter. He wastes no time following you using his own airbending to keep up. 

“Okay, whoever you are, come on out!” you call out as you balance on the beams. “Sneaking up on an Airbender and Firebender in an AIR TEMPLE? How fucked up is that? Don’t you know the history of this place?” you keep your fire daggers at the ready and your center of gravity low, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. 

Aang snorts. “What my partner meeeans is we just wanna talk. No need for this sneaking around stuff.” Aang matches your stride on a parallel wooden beam just above you. 

You hop up to another beam, balancing precariously when you land on the thick wood suspended by rope to the ceiling of the temple. “Naah nah nah. What I mean is what I said. Gotta be super fucked up to try-and keyword really is TRY-an ambush at a place where a genocide happened.” you quickly glance at Aang to gauge his reaction-there were some days where it was just best not to mention his massive loss so casually. 

“If you wanted to explore you could just ask,” turns out this is a good day for him then. 

“Fuck asking the AVATAR for PERMISSION!” a male voice suddenly snarls from behind Aang. Just as he whips around to face the accuser, you launch yourself at the male before he can fire off an arrow point blank at Aang’s face. You collide bodily with him and plummet down towards the ground, hearing Aang shriek your name in horror. 

You twist your body, trying to grab one of the beams. You’re plummeting too fast to grab hold of one properly. When Aang sees you flailing, with a blast of air he shoots up to the topmost mobile beam and kicks his feet out sharply with a grunt of effort. The entire structure begins to move and rotate with certain beams moving clockwise and others counterclockwise. The different movements give you the opening you’ve been looking for and you grab onto a rope holding a beam towards the bottom and then the hand of the man who had nearly killed your boyfriend. 

“I know asking for permission sucks but wanna tell me what the hell that was about?” you gripe as he struggles against your grip. 

“Fuck you!” he spits. “All you benders are alike. Thinking you are the ones who run everything. We’re gonna change that.” there’s a glint to his eyes you don’t like. You hear a soft whistle and look up just in time to see Aang lightly land on the beam you hold onto, crouching with a hand reaching out to you to pull you up. You’re glad to see that Aang is just as confused as you are when he says, “What are you talking about? I’m best friends with a nonbender-I hold a lot of respect-” you gasp as the man torques his body yanking you with him towards the ground. It’s closer, but it would still have a hard landing. Aang torpedoes after you, quickly using his airbending to create a cushion for you to soften your landing, before softening his own landing. It isn’t exactly graceful as you all crash land in a heap, but you’d take it over having broken ribs.

You quickly kick out with your foot, fire arching between you and your would be captor. He scrambles backwards and Aang hurries to his feet and to your side. He stands at his full height, shoulder to shoulder with you. Or, well. Shoulder to head given you only reach to his chest. His normally gentle eyes are sharp as steel.“I suggest you leave. Now.” 

“Oh now you’ve got him piiiissed.” You stick your tongue out at your pursuer. He sneers at you, baring his teeth.

“Not till we get what we came for Avatar,” another voice, female this time sneers and fires off another arrow from shadows nearby. Aang quickly raises a section of the floor with his Earthbending to block the attack. You jump up on the pillar for a better vantage point and gasp when you see two more figures slink out of the dark. You turn around-three more appear next to the man who had first attacked. You look up. Three more figures loom on the beams you had just plummeted from. 

You look down at Aang and give two short whistles. 

He raises an eyebrow at you, grinning. With a grunt he leaps up from a standstill, launching himself at your attackers lurking above, kicking his feet out to make the giant mobile move again. While the attackers scramble for purchase as the beams swing, he perches like a gargoyle, eyes always tracking the assassins. The minute Aang went high, you jumped down from the pillar. When you land, you land on the balls of your feet, and trace the floor in a perfect arch, honey colored fire licking the floor and flowing outwards towards anyone close by. 

“Whoa whoa whoa is that why Aang had broken ribs?!” Katara yelled. You nodded, wincing. 

“He saved one of these The Denied people from an exploding arrow close to the top of the temple. The entire thing came down before I could get to him.” You explained. “Aang had to hold up the entire pillar with the Avatar State to keep it from crushing us.”

“Is that why Aang wanted all of us to be here?” Toph asked. “He’s not the paranoid type.” 

“I think Aang is just being cautious and wants to have some sort of plan of action. They seemed particularly hostile towards me which he really didn’t like.” you answered. "Plus I had my reports to give so it made sense to send out the notes for a group meeting really."

Katara hummed. “Well, let’s look over what you told us. In the summer he’s more confident.”

“Fall he’s more experimental.” you add. 

“Winter he’s clingy as fuck.” Toph states. 

“Spring he seemed entirely zeroed in on my movements, but he wasn't overbearing, more like we were in total sync….ohhhh spirits.” you groan. Katara laughs. 

“Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring. Fire, Air, Water, Earth. IT IS Avatar bullshit I’m dealing with! I fuckin’ KNEW it!” you yell. Toph rolls over onto her back laughing. 

“Wh-what like he goes into different CYCLES during the SEASONS oh for the love of Omashu that’s too good!” she cackles holding her sides.”You are absolutely fucked when the Vernal Equinox happens.” 

You give the Earthbender a pointed look. “Don’t say it like that!” 

Toph grins, looking right at you as if she really could see you. “You need to tell us if he starts going on about having a bunch of kids the next time you have sex. And don’t forget, I’ll KNOW if you’re lyiiiing.” 

“I’m not-why would you need to know that?!” you peek out from your hiding spot. You see Katara really trying her best to hold in her laughter. Traitor. 

“We all have bets about which one of you asks for a kid first. From what you’ve just told us, it sounds like it’s gonna be Twinkletoes begging and PLEADING to start a wittle family." The last two words Toph says are in a baby-like voice just to grind your gears. “Oh I can hear him now. “Please Firelily? I can’t imagine anything better than to have a baby who looks just like YOOOU.” Oh if you think he’s clingy now during winter, good luck once you’re pregnant.” she roars with laughter. “We’ll know in a couple days who’s right!” she nearly falls off the couch laughing.

You blush. “Even with the Vernal Equinox coming up kids probably won’t happen for a while, don’t be stupid.” 

“What won’t happen for a while?” 

You bolt up from where you’d been laying on the couch to see Aang leaning casually on the doorframe. “Hi Aang! You all done with the meeting with Zuko?” you ask trotting up to him. Aang nods, hugging you close, and groaning quietly when he does. “Ribs still hurt?” you whisper. 

He shakes his head. “I’ll be fine thanks to Katara. What were you talking about?” You turn pink. “Nothing, nothi-” 

“We were just discussing when the best time to have kids would be.” Katara smoothly interrupts drinking her tea. 

Aang absolutely beams down at you. “Really?” his eyes are shining. “Could you excuse us for a bit guys? I wanna talk with my Firelily in private.” 

You groan when you hear Toph bust out laughing. “I hate both of you.” you yell as Aang, grin and all gently pulls you down the hallway to your private room in the Fire Nation palace. 

You were going to have to have a long talk with your Nomad. Turns out dating a monk so closely linked to four elements comes with some side effects. You nearly halt your footsteps as another thought comes to you. 

What if it was just…instinctual and not spiritual? Maybe Toph was right. 

Maybe you’d find out in a few days. Or maybe, there really wasn’t much difference when it came to Aang.

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14 pages. This was 14 pages in my google docs. I couldn't stop lol.

[stationarystardust]

me: man I wish I knew how to write smut cause I'm so tired of seeing the same type of Aang smut all the time on this site. But I'll stick with fluff cause I don't know how to write smut sadly.

Also me every five minutes even just writing little vignettes of Aang and the reader's sex life with my headcanon that he would have different behaviors during different seasons cause of Avatar stuff (nothing too outlandish, just...certain aspects of his already esxisting personality get enhanced-it'll make sense when you read it) :

how do I stop giggling like a school girl while writing him eating you out? Any tips? I'M A GROWN WOMAN I'M BETTER THAN THIS lol.

fuck.

[stationarystardust]

SPOILERS FOR THE LEGEND OF AANG MOVIE.

You guys ever stop to think about how the gaang as adults would react to the Unanimity project? I mean obviously it's still around given they had to deal with Sparky Sparky Boom Man.

I kinda wish the adult Aang movie dealt with something like that vs what we got. A political thriller in the world of a fledgling peacetime era? Now that's some stakes. We know the Air Nomads aren't gonna be brought back until Korra's time anyways. Having that be a key plot point feels moot.

But IMAGINE them getting thrown into human trafficking, systematically sanctioned torture, kidnappings etc? We really could've had a major thriller mystery type movie and I think Aang's leadership would've actually shined here. Not to mention EVERYONE would've had something to do; Sokka is all about logistics and planning, if this is happening in the fire nation we could explore more of that and see more of Zuko as Fire Lord for years now. Imagine his reaction to this happening right under his nose. Toph's Metalbending would've had a huge role and of course Katara with her healing stretched to the max.

Could've been sooooo fascinating to see them grapple with their ideals as adults too. Cause you know Zuko would want the death sentence for anyone involved in such horrific acts but then there's Aang and his POV. The debates would've been fascinating.

Plus it would be able to have near direct ties and continuity to Legend of Korra cause there's a combustion bender there too. Which would suggest Aang wasn't able to fully dismantle the project. Which then thus causes problems for Korra. Continuing that endless cycle of "no matter how much an Avatar might try, mortality catches up and there's only so much they can do in a single lifetime".

I dunno. The more I think about the Aang movie the more I'm disappointed in it. And the more I think there's definitely a reason they all look so hot. Cause they knew the plot was kinda mid.

[artyphex]

People keep asking for my take on the Michael Kovach and Ashley Nichols video so here goes

White people making “teehee I’m ALMOST being racist but I’m NOT” jokes will always be deeply unfunny because it relies on acknowledging the history of harm while people have done to black communities throughout centuries and your own power to commit that harm, and somehow finding that funny. It’s like fake out punching. The joke is “I could be hitting you! But I’m not! But the fact that you’re scared is hilarious!”

That being said, to the best of my knowledge this is not a pattern, and making twitter threads about your outrage over a single clip that is seven years old feels deeply performative especially if you are white yourself. Activism is not a competition of outrage. It is action.

Lastly, I am the whitest white person you have ever met. That you are coming to ME to absolve you of any guilt for continuing to like a TV show or an actor is ridiculous. My follower count does not give me that right, nor is it my responsibility. You have to deal with the knowledge that someone you admired is capable of shitty actions. There is nothing for me to do about that

My voice will never come before black fans in fandom, regardless of my social media analytics. Black fans are horrifically mistreated and ignored in fandom spaces and this is one more example of why. Jokes that rely on laughing at the idea of black people being unsafe are unfunny, and that’s as true today as it was seven years ago.

[stationarystardust]

It's actually soooo concerning that people can't think for themselves anymore and it's gotten to the point people need to ASK "hey can I watch this show still?" like.....I've always said this but WHERE is the critical thinking?

We're not in a literacy crisis in America we are in a fricken intelligence crisis.

[stationarystardust]

Aang x Reader - Migraine Mitigation

fckin migraines are the fckin worst whoever decided they can exist deserves to listen to "Friday" by Rebecca Black on repeat for all eternityyyyy cause fck you. Here's some self indulgence fellow sufferers of these fckin nonsense headaches times ten I'm done with my rant now bye.

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The first thing Aang noted when he walked into his home was that it was dark. The second thing he noticed was that it was quiet. The third, and most important, in his opinion, was that you weren’t right there rushing up to greet him as you always did when he came back from long missions away. 

It had become part of your routine when he had to leave for long periods on Avatar business. It was how you both decompressed-wrapped up in each other. His face buried in your neck, your arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. He’d somehow stride towards either the couch or the bed where you’d get reacquainted with each other. Sometimes he’d simply lower himself into his favorite meditation position and you’d just sit for a while curled up together, with your foreheads touching and his large palms anchored to your shoulder blades.

From where he sat perched on his shoulders, Momo’s tail tip flicked uneasily and his ears flitted up and down. Aang reached up to scratch the lemur behind one ear. “I know buddy,” he murmured. Momo chittered in response before flying off in the direction of the bedroom. “Hey, Momo! Get back here! You need to stay quiet!” Aang hissed.

Before he could follow the lemur, a solid weight barreled into his legs and he looked down to see Bumi. "Hey kiddo," Aang greeted his preteen, bending down and hugging fully. "Where's your mom?" he asked.

Bumi looked at him, worried. "In bed," he said. "She wouldn't get out after putting Kya down for her nap. But don't worry-I kept an eye on her,"

Aang grinned, ruffling his son's hair. "I bet you did a great job; I know I can always count on you to look after your sister. Now, can you do me a favor and continue to keep an eye on Kya for me? I'll check in just a little bit but-" Bumi waves his hand like he's swatting a fly.

"You wanna check on Mom, I get it." Bumi teased, his eyes shining. His grin quickly faded the longer he looked up at his father. "She's...she's gonna be okay right? I can't remember her ever just...NOT getting out of bed. Dad she's all curled up and everything."

Aang sighed standing to his full height. Of course Bumi wouldn't know of the recurring headaches that seemed to render you immobile, given they were sporadic and they had happened when he was far younger. And he wasn't about to let his son fret over it now.

"I'm sure she's just tired," Aang assured with another pat on Bumi's head. "Why don't you go and hang out with your sister, and like I said I'll check in on you both in a bit okay?"

Bumi nodded, looking brave. "Got it Dad." With that he was off to his shared room in the temple with his sister.

Exhaling softly, Aang quickly but quietly followed to where his lemur had flown off to. 

When he made his way into your bedroom you shared with him, his heart just about broke at what he saw. Momo was circling at the foot of the bed, purring quietly and occasionally glancing in your direction, his ears down. Aang quickly but quietly made his way to your side of the bed, discarding his long orange cloak as he did so and resting it at the foot of said bed before kneeling down. Along the way gave Momo a pat on the head, silently promising him some lychee nuts later.

“Hey, honey.” He whispered to your still form. His hands ghosted over your shoulder. When you didn’t make any sort of protest, he gripped it gently through the covers. “Not doing good huh?” he sighed sympathetically. He always hated seeing you like this. He could fight angry spirits, speak to just about any past life he wanted to thanks to his spirituality, he could take you to heights most dreamed of. But this? He shook his head in silent frustration. 

It was an ailment in which you had to battle internally. In these cases, he couldn’t come swooping in to save the day, but was rather your support beam. A role he took great pride in.

All you could manage was a low moan in response as you ground the heels of your hands to your eyelids. Maybe if you pressed hard enough that awful pressure would go the hell away. Usually being in a dark space helped, but being under the covers did nothing to soothe the tension that seemed to seep into your very skull. 

“I know, I know,” Aang whispered. He glanced around, noting the still steaming tea on your nightstand. Another feeble moan drew his attention back to you.

“I’ll get the hot bath ready honey, and then check on the kids.” Aang said softly. As he rose to get up, you fumbled around and grasped his wrist, halting his movements. He turned to look down at you with a soft smile. 

“Stay, please?” you rasp. Aang smiled and nodded. 

Without a word, he shucked off his outer layers so he wore nothing but his loose pants, and got onto his side of the bed under the covers. Momo flew off the bed once it was disturbed, flying around as Aang got himself situated behind you. The lemur landed at the foot of the bed again once Aang was settled. 

Before he could pull you back against him, you turned in his arms and buried your face in his chest. As if trying to burrow yourself into any darkness you could access. Aang lightly ran his hands down your back, fingers gliding on your skin underneath your night gown. You sighed at the added warmth. "Kya's alright isn't she? I had just put her down when the pain...." you trailed off unable to finish having to squeeze your eyes shut at the sudden onslaught that came again. You felt Aang nod.

"Bumi's keeping an eye on her, and I'll look in on them later," he promised, not keen on letting you go any time soon. He trusted his son to come get him when Kya woke up. And he never held these episodes against you-even when you'd feel horrible about them the next day.

“Aang?” you whine, your voice muffled by his skin. Aang hummed in response, always aware of his own volume on days like today. “You love me right?” 

“Of course I do,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss on top of your head, not stopping his ministrations. 

“And you’d do anything for me if I asked?” you question, placing a palm over his heart to feel the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat. 

“You know I would,” he responds softly. 

“I need you to break your oath of nonviolence and put me out of my misery,” you moan as you wrap your hands around his back, mindful of his scar though it would hardly hurt all these years later. You dig your forehead into his sternum as if that would make the pain go away.

Aang chuckled softly. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” he said as he placed his chin on your head, tucking you further to him. 

You groan in response. Whoever had thought up of these stupid pains that make it feel like your skull is about to burst deserved nothing less than the Fog of Lost Souls. 

Aang shushed you gently, continuing to rub your back gently. Had you said that out loud? It was hard to think through the pain. Aang nudged his nose along your hairline, humming softly, his gentle tenor reverberating through you. The vibrations within his chest soothing you just as much as his massage did. 

“I’ll tell the council you won’t be able to make it to the session tomorrow,” he whispers. “You’re taking the day off. In fact, so am I.” He kissed your head again. “And don’t argue; I know what you’re about to say. You’re never an inconvenience to me. I can’t think of anything better than to just…spend the day with my family,” I'll tell Bumi the plan once she's asleep, he decided to himself nodding. Been a while since we've had a family cuddle pile.

Sometimes you wonder what you did to deserve this man. But as another wave of pain overtakes you, causing you to let out a little cry of agony, and Aang hugging you tighter in response, you decide it’s best to just not think at all. 

Spending an entire day curled up to your Air Nomad and children? You wish it were tomorrow already. 🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂 Aang is meant to read as in his 30s here.

While he would struggle to be a present father because of Avatar business, you'll never convince me he didn't love his ENTIRE family. That's just nonsense.

Also fck migraines man.

[rubyys-domain]

aang would definitely learn how to style your hair.

Aang definitely plays with your hair.

It starts absentmindedly, just the little things.

HIs fingers combing through the ends while you lay beside him. Gently separating strands when you rest your head in his lap. Slowly undoing tangles with surprising patience whenever you’re sitting in front of him.

He finds it very soothing, almost like painting without a goal, just doing to so to put his attention on something.

It is perfect to focus on while he talks to you or just listens or thinks.

And because he grew up around air nomad monks, where even something simple as touch was always soft and careful, there’s something very comforting about the way he handles you.

He treats your hair with the same attention he gives his staff or prayer beads or Appa’s fur.

Sometimes you’ll be half asleep and feel his nimble fingers fidgeting through your hair, and you'll wake up with tiny braids through a section of your hair.

Each braid better than the one before it, stating evidence of his gradual improvement.

Other times he’ll gently scratch at your scalp while you read, not even noticing he’s doing it until you go completely limp against him.

“You stopped talking.” He would state once he notices your forgotten book and dozing state.

"Mmm, because i’m ascending...”

He smiles a little at that and keeps going.

And he gets oddly fascinated by different hairstyles too.

He wants to try everything.

Different braids. Buns. Flowers woven between your strands.

And he is not particularly good at it—he’s actually kind of messy—but he likes the intimacy of it.

He likes sitting close to you for long stretches of time with his hands occupied.

Sometimes he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder while doing your hair and get so relaxed that he nearly falls asleep halfway through.

Which means you’ll occasionally walk around with one finished braid and the other side completely abandoned because Aang dozed off on you.

masterlist :: atla masterlist

[stationarystardust]

I'm actually gonna melt

[krossan]

When you remember he's "aggressively efficient".

[stationarystardust]

I just know Canada and Poland be lookin' at Dan like "should we tell him about the Geneva Suggestions? I feel like he would LOVE to know all the ways he can add to that list" lol

[stationarystardust]

I think one of my favorite things about writing for Aang in the short time I have been writing for him is how tactile he is. Aang is always gonna have his hands on you. It's my favorite headcanon for sooooo many reasons but mainly cause it just makes sense for Aang to be that way.

And NOT in a pervy way just....it's just natural for him. It's part of his psychology to his bones. And of course it all depends on the mood but like 90% of the time it's innocent lol.

Cooking in the kitchen? Yeah he's gonna come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder and his hands on your bare stomach. And if you're sensitive? best to just stop cooking lol.

Having a lazy day in? Depends on the position in your bed, but he'll have his hands somewhere on you lol. If you're tucked to his side with his back against the bed, he'll have an arm around your shoulder, squeezing lightly as he traces the exposed skin. If you're the little spoon that's ample opportunity for him to wrap his arms around you and tuck you close. Even if you're the big spoon he'll have his hands over yours or resting on your forearm. Or your legs will be tangled together. And if you're both against the headboard with you resting between his legs with your back to his chest he'll have his arms around your shoulders and his hands on your tummy.

If you're sparring? Yeah he'll find some way to sneak in a little hip check, but the red ears don't fool you. Or if he's feeling extra sassy he'll pull off that famous tactic of getting behind you, placing his hand between your shoulder blades, not letting you spin around to see him, laughing like the menace he is every time you try. But he'll be in a prime spot to kiss your cheek just cause he can and cause he loves you.

But he'll have moments of almost subconscious touch too which is interesting about him. Like if you're both sitting together in council meetings he'd naturally brush his knee to yours, or have his hand on your thigh. Something to ground him almost amidst political bs he has to deal with. He'd probably be rather clingy after long missions away too, with his head in your chest or stomach and begging for head scritches. Almost bordering on oppressive, but not quite, like a weird balance of "this is...a lot we're probably gonna have to talk about this, but I don't have anywhere else to go soooo meh okay head scritches it is."

Do I even need to mention him during festivals? He'll either pull you to the dance floor by your hands, offer a hand to you like a little "Do you trust me?" Aladdin moment, have his hands on your hips, or shoulders as you move. Even if you're just wandering through the streets of Republic City he'll have a hand on your waist or fingers laced or an arm around your shoulder.

It's kinda fun coming up with all the ways Aang would want to feel physically connected to someone on the fluffier side. I can tryyyyyyy with a smuttier version of this but. Iiii. dunno if I have that talent lol.

Sensual? I can do that lol.

BUT on the subject of smut...something that annoys me regarding most smut regarding Aang is that he's always in the same positions each time, mating press, mating press, mating press, your legs over his shoulders, full nelson, you really think he wouldn't be into the lotus position or regular missionary? Where he could see your eyes, hold onto your back, dig his fingers into your shoulder blades or slide them down your chest and waist and dance them along your hips to get that little laugh out of you?

Lotus just makes the absolute most sense and yet I've seen like...NO fics with the lotus position.

This is what I mean when I say writing shouldn't JUST be about wish fulfillment but about studying the psychology of the character. It's no wonder a lot of the fics I've seen all start to look the same....

[kataangoogie]

drew them again wearing outfits of each other's culture! 🧡💙

[stationarystardust]

Man I wish we saw Aang wear Water Tribe colors-we got to see him in every nation outfits but Water Tribe.

This confirms he'd look soooooooooo good in his girl's colors lol