anna

spreading zutoph propoganda (weird stupid) author !!requests are open!!

[zutophslut]

anna | 21 | she/her | mature content marked as 18+ only MDNI

i have so many ideas swirling around in my brain about atla (and the leaks) so i created this account to write them!!

my asks are open, so if you have any requests shoot them my way! i’m answering them in the order they come :P

[singse]

the way a lot of you treat fic writers makes me feel like you don't deserve to have fic writers and the work they produce.

there's this sense of entitlement that a lot of you seem to have. which is surprising considering that fanfiction is free and you have the option to simply not read it if you don't like it.

this is a reason why a lot of writers leave platforms like this. because readers assume they can lecture and harass writers into writing what they want.

please know that we do appreciate the support and love that is given towards us as writers but a line has to be drawn when you're being rude and disrespectful. especially when the writer has placed proper tags and made it clear about how the direction the fic is taking.

stop being so weird and sincerely get a grip.

[zutophslut]

Hiiiiiiii! can I please request an aang x reader where she's an earthbender who usually travels around the world helping with famine and drought as much as she can she uses her bending to help grow more plants and crops and she also makes good defenses for those communities and she and Aang have been dancing around their feelings for a while and because the first time they kissed was on the day of the black sun invasion and ever since then they've kinda been together but without a label so Aang plans this whole girlfriend proposal for her once she comes back from her humanitarian work trip

Dinner

Lots and lots of flowers

And a very heartfelt speech about his growing and infinite love for you and about how he's loved you since y'all were kids

and a gorgeous bracelet

And a big passionate kiss!

forever your girl

aang x reader, fem!reader, earthbender!reader, fluff, sweetheart!aang, avoidant!reader, aang confesses his feelings for you, big romantic gesture, first kiss, probably slight miscommunication, lowkey in a situationship

words: 2.1k

lowercase intended, kind of proofread

synopsis: after returning to republic city, aang takes you out for a big romantic gesture

a/n: i kinda feel like i don’t do aang justice, but this is cutie imo, hope you enjoy :P

you were in a city in the fire nation, just a little ways away from caldera. you tried to push down the memories of the last time you visited were this close to the royal caldera, ten years ago on the day of black sun as they arose. you sat on a cushion on the floor listening to the governor drabble on about the usual things he wanted you to fix; a new irrigation system, better stables for the livestock, a good beginning of the growth of their recently planted crops. as he droned on and on about the fire nation’s drought, and the detriments to their farming culture, all of which you had heard before, all you could think about was aang.

it seemed like the two of you had barely seen each other since the end of the hundred year war. he and zuko worked on rebuilding the fire nation’s relationships with the other tribes and kingdoms, and both worked tirelessly on their plans for the united republic. meanwhile, you traveled around the world with your eel hound, mula. you and mula went from struggling town to floundering city, and helped to rebuild their infrastructure with your earthbending, turning struggling crops from nearly barren land into flourishing crops that sprung from plush green earth.

but when you were away, all you could think about was aang. you wondered if he felt the same. if he thought about every time you woke up in the same bed, long limbs tangled with yours as sweat curled your hair to your forehead. you wondered if he ever considered anything more than chaste kisses with you and sharing a bed when you finally made it back to republic city.

“master,” the governor spoke, interrupting your thoughts. “are you still with us?”

you nodded absently. “yes,” you responded. “i’ll create the new irrigation system and pull the crops.”

he cleared his throat. “actually, we were saying you should just do the irrigation bending,” the governor corrected you. “we’d like to see how our crops fare without them being pulled up.”

“sounds good,” you agreed. really, it was an idiotic plan. this region of the fire nation had hardly gotten any rain for almost a year, so even with a new irrigation system, it was unlikely that their crops would even break through the dirt. yet, you managed to keep you face impassive. the sooner you got home (which bending a series of tunnels beneath the farmland took considerably less time than using your bending to individually pull each plant through the earth), the sooner you got to see aang.

maybe it was childish, to harbor the hope that you could be something more with aang. you were now both adults with incredibly hectic lives. it was impossible to believe that there was a reality the spirits had fated where you could spend lazy mornings in bed with aang and feed each other firecracker buns, and get to tell him you love him.

you weren’t necessarily avoiding him, or your feelings, but it was undeniable that it was easier to continue doing whatever it was you were doing with him than risking ruining your friendship.

you made quick work of creating the tunnels. your feet dug into the dirt and you clenched your fists together and pushed, leaning your body as far forward as your rooted feet would allow you. you felt the ground shift beneath you as you visualized the exact pattern of the created tunnels. when you finished, you walked around with a heavy step, using the seismic sense toph taught you to make sure the tunnels laid properly beneath the surface.

aang met you and mula at the docks the next morning as you offloaded from the ferry. mula hated riding the ferry, so she rolled around happily on the docks while aang pulled you into a hug.

“it’s been too long,” he said, pressing a kiss to your hair, then one to your forehead. “i missed you.”

you smiled and leaned into his embrace. “i missed you, too,” you said softly into his robes, inhaling the scent of incense and sage that clung to them like it was the sweetest perfume.

you and aang headed toward unity tower, and you caught him up in your travels, complaining about the governor you had just finished working with. aang regaled you with his stories of the travels he had made to the air temples in your absence, and the progress he, katara, and zuko were making in republic city.

“so what are your plans while you’re back in the city?” aang asked.

“i’m probably going to sleep until it’s time to go back out,” you said, dragging your hand through your hair. “i am so tired.”

aang slung his arm over your shoulders and pulled you close to him. momo and mula followed behind you guys, nipping at each other. “do you think you can make time for dinner tonight in that busy schedule of yours?” he asked.

you laughed. “yeah, i think i can manage.”

“and make sure to dress nice, okay?”

you looked at him with a fake expression of hurt. “are you meaning to tell me that i dress horribly every other time we’re together?” his face dropped and you smiled at his reaction. “just kidding! i’ll see you tonight, okay?”

you pressed a kiss against his cheek and said goodbye before heading to your family’s estate in the city while aang headed back to air temple island. though you hardly spent time here with them when you visited and hadn’t lived with them since a few years after the war, you did like to visit them from time to time. plus, your mother was known to have an array of designer dresses and tunics sent to her by emerging fashion designers, so you could get an outside from her for your dinner with aang since he had requested that you dress nice.

you spent some time with your brother and sister, then raided your mom’s closet. from it, you took a deep green dress that looked like it came directly from the earth king’s palace. it had an elegant gold sash and flared long sleeves. your sister painted a thin layer of makeup over your face, concealing your exhaustion and making your lips look extra kissable (her words, not yours).

finally, you met aang at the restaurant he told you to find him. it was a ritzy earth kingdom restaurant, one that may have been found in the upper ring of ba sing se. the maître d’ led you to the table where aang was sitting, nervously tapping his foot. on his lap, he had a bouquet of panda lilies, which happened to be your favorite.

“hey, y/n!” he greeted you, jumping to his feet to pull your chair out for you. “i got you these.”

he thrust the bouquet into your hands, vibrating with nervous excitement. you pressed your nose to the flowers and inhaled. “you know, you forgot to mention that your travels included a trip into a volcano,” you teased. “regular lilies would have sufficed.”

“but regular lilies aren’t your favorite,” he said. “and tonight should be special.”

you hummed in response. you had a feeling you knew what was coming, but you were not going to be the one making the first move. it was one thing to kiss each other on the cheek or forehead and to occasionally share a bed and to hold hands, but it was another thing entirely to ruin your good natured friendship by telling aang how you felt and risking that he doesn’t feel the same way.

your relationship with aang was like a sacred dance, performed while balanced on the blade of a knife; it was a careful motion, afraid of throwing the other off balance. afraid to plummet into uncharted waters. you two were careful; aang never kissed you on the lips and never brushed against sensitive skin. you didn’t always say what you were thinking, because sometimes all you could think about was how badly you wanted to love him.

the waiter came and took your order, giving you a time to digest the uncertainty pooling within you. when you were alone again, aang pulled something from his robes.

“and i had this made for you,” he said. he wanted to wait until after you had dinner to give it to you, but he couldn’t wait anymore. he handed you a square velvet box. you opened the lid and looked inside to find a gold bangle formed of each of the elemental insignias.

you slipped it onto your wrist to find it was the perfect size; it didn’t slip off your wrist or slide down to your elbow. it was perfect. “what’s this for?” you ask.

“so you have something to remember me by,” he said simply. “i know we don’t get to spend a lot of time together right now, but i wanted you to know that i’m always with you.”

looking down, you traced the crest of the air nomads with your finger. “thanks, aang. this means a lot to me,” you spoke softly. “i love it.”

he left the conversation there for now, changing the subject to an old airbending guru and the collection of poetry and artifacts he left behind that aang had found. eventually, the food came and you two ate happily, kicking each other under the table and laughing with full mouths.

then, aang insisted on taking a walk through the memorial gardens. “it’s a lovely night,” you commented.

he nodded. aang was biting his bottom lip the way he did when he was deep in thought. “can i talk to you about something?”

“of course.”

you watched his throat bob as he swallowed. “when i went to see guru pathik when we all left ba sing se, he told me that to open my last chakra, i had to give up all my worldly attachments,” he said. “i was supposed to give up everything i felt for the people i cared about. i was supposed to give you up.”

you blinked in surprise. “really?”

he nodded. “but i couldn’t do it,” aang said. his voice was low, nearly a whisper. “i couldn’t give you up. y/n, i know we’ve been through a lot together and that neither of us want to lose what we have? but i also don’t want things to stay the way they are now. i gave up cosmic energy for you, y/n and all i’ve ever done is kiss your head.”

“are you like breaking up with me or something?” you asked dumbly.

aang shook his head earnestly. “no, i want you to be my girl. forever.”

“your forever girl,” you said, turning the words around in your mouth. they tasted sweet on your tongue. “i like the sound of that. does this mean you’ll finally kiss me?” you asked him teasingly, toying with the bangle on your wrist.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to kiss you,” he said.

aang’s arms wrapped around your waist and his head dipped low as he pressed his lips to yours. they were soft and gentle, disintegrating your resolve like sugar. the dance you and aang had been doing, the movements you lived by, were done on solid ground. your steps were unwavering, balanced in a way they could only be when the avatar was kissing you and telling you he wanted to be with you.

it was you who deepened the kiss, driven by an insatiable desire to memorize every corner of his mouth, the way his breath felt when he exhaled as you cupped his face, how soft his lips were. aang’s big hands held the sides of you head and he tipped your head back, deepening the kiss.

it was years of unresolved tension. chaste kisses against warming skin, but eventually you both needed to breathe.

you wiped your upper lip and then smiled mischievously at aang. “you kiss like you’ve had experience.”

“i’ve never kissed anyone but you,” he stammered in defense of himself. “i never thought it was worth it to kiss anyone else.”

it was surprising that you didn’t tear up at that. it was probably the nicest thing you’d ever heard. “maybe you want to come with me on my next trip?” you suggested, thinking of aang’s body pressed up against yours on the back of mula or laying side by side in appa’s saddle.

“anything, as long as i’m with you,” he said, kissing your temple.

you turned his head by his chin and placed a kiss directly on his lips. “let’s not be diplomatic about these anymore,” you joked, tapping his lips with your finger. “and i’m forever your girl, aang.”

[gyalcapone]

22:30

my period came yesterday, needed the comfort, have this

"Babe look, I finished the-" Sokka burst into the room, only to stop short at Aang gesturing for him to keep it down. His eyes immediately find your sleeping form curled into Aang's, with the latter's right hand pressed against your bare stomach.

"Finally fell asleep, then?" Sokka murmurs, slipping his shoes off before padding quietly to stand at the edge of the bed.

Aang nods an affirmative. "About twenty minutes or so."

"So the tea Katara made finally worked?"

"I don't think so, she's had like three cups and was still in pain, she only stopped complaining about it when I put my hand on her stomach."

"Cold or hot?"

"Hot."

Sokka sticks his arm out. "How hot? Lemme feel." The gears have already started turning in his head, a lightbulb switching on, a hamster running on its wheel, a brain blast if you will.

Aang falters, "You sure? She kept asking me to make it warmer and I was worried my fingertips would start smoking."

"Lay it on me," Sokka insists. "I got an idea that might help, but I need to know how much heat she can take."

"Between the two of us? Plenty." Aang grins proudly at his own joke and Sokka has to summon the will of the ocean spirit to keep the ugly laugh in. Plus, he doesn't need to give his boyfriend any satisfaction.

"That was lame."

"You're trying not to laugh though." Aang's eyes twinkle with mirth.

"Am not, now stop stalling." Arms fold across his chest in triumph when the other man's smile falters.

"Sokka, it's too hot for you, it's as hot as how she likes her bathwater."

"You sayin' I can't handle it?"

"You refuse to take showers with her."

"You're wasting time!" Sokka whispers.

Aang sighs, lifting his other hand to press against Sokka's bare chest and Sokka jumps back. "Should've just stuck her in the hearth."

"Quiet! What's your idea anyway?"

"You'll know when it's done." With a kiss to your cheek, and Aang's forehead, Sokka leaves the room after, absentmindedly rubbing his sternum and muttering to himself about hot ladies and hellfire heat.

Twenty-eight days later, Sokka is clipping a belt around your waist and as soon as he powers it on, your posture straightens as the sudden burst of heat warms your core. "That feels s'good," your words slur together, toes straightening out as the pain from your cramps starts to ease. You could cry from sheer relief, but you settle for planting a big, fat kiss on Sokka's lips.

"Thanks handsome! Works like a charm."

Your boyfriend blushes up a storm, ocean colored eyes brightening at the praise while the other one is sitting on the rug pouting up a storm.

"What was wrong with my hand?"

"Aw, sweet boy, I couldn't keep using you as a heating pad forever."

"And why not?" He deflates like a balloon and you're leaning into him to kiss away his frown. He isn't really too broken up, as realistically, he couldn't have his hand up your shirt 24/7, and seeing Sokka invent anything always leaves him feeling awestruck and unwaveringly proud.

"You did good." Aang squeezes his nape and the shorter man beams in pride.

"Heh, don't I always?"

© gyalcapone. 2026

[zutophslut]

chat i am working on requests, i am so horrifically busy, so everything is taking me a little longer please bear with me. most everything ive posted was literally written while i was clocked in working :P

[singse]

"—and i'm aang, her husband," aang introduces himself, smiling proudly as he gestures towards a rather flustered and happy you.

the group you've introduced yourselves too appear puzzled as they look at aang, brows furrowed.

"i—i mean, aren't you also the...avatar?" one person points out and aang shrugs, waving them off.

"yeah, yeah, i'm the avatar, sure," aang says flippantly before he uses the arm around your waist to pull you into his side, ignoring the weak swat you give to his chest. "but i'm her husband! which is, honestly, far more important."

all of their jaws drop while you shake your head, hiding your warm face behind a hand. but your heart is a beating a joyful beat in your chest and you're struggling hard not to smile.

leave it to aang to make everyone in the room speechless.

[zutophslut]

sugar talkin’

MDNI, 18+ only | sokka x reader, fem!reader, modern au, bartender!sokka x stripper!reader, himbo!sokka, sunshine x sunshine, aang and toph are bouncers, matchmaker!toph, does this count as fluff??

words: 2.6k

lowercase intended, kind of proofread

tw: creepy guy making a move on reader (minuscule really)

synopsis: you and sokka work at the same club and he’s had a helpless crush on you for months, but is struggling to find a way to tell you without seeming like a pervert.

a/n: no smut this time, but if you like this concept enough i’ll gladly do a second part :P

you stalked through the dark club while your coworkers danced on the stage, searching for your next customer. you only worked with a certain clientele: rich looking men who wore cufflinks and had money clips, with wedding rings (because extortion was naturally occurring at that point), and who looked like they had small dicks. you learned long ago that giving someone a lap dance became much harder to do as professionally as possible when they had an eight inch hard-on. besides, it’s not like you were going to fuck them anyways; the job was to let them look, not to let them touch.

sokka, from behind the bar, followed you with his eyes. a familiar feeling of protectiveness and longing settled in his stomach. some rich asshole hollered at him from beside the bar and he turned just as you sidled up beside him.

“hey, that’s no way to talk to my friend,” you cooed, placing your perfectly manicured hand on his arm and looking up at him with big doe eyes. “won’t you tell him sorry?”

the rich guy muttered an apology to sokka and then slipped a hundred dollar bill into the waist band of your hi-cut lace panties. “what’s that get me?” he asked, nodding to the money.

you looked at him with your brows knit together. “um, all this gets you is my hand on your arm for another ten seconds,” you said in a saccharine voice. “think bigger.”

“and keep in mind you can’t fuck the dancers,” sokka butted in, giving the guy the ugliest look he could muster. “didn’t you want a drink?”

“get me a scotch, neat,” he spat at sokka, who you shot an apologetic look to. “and whatever the lady wants.”

sokka nodded. he knew you so well, that he knew you never drank at work. whenever your clients ordered a round of shots, he always swapped yours with water. this time, he made you a virgin strawberry daiquiri. sokka slid the glasses to you and your client with a smug look.

you bat your eyes at the man who’s arm you were hanging off of. “will you tip my friend?” you asked sweetly. then you winked at sokka, “his cat is really sick. isn’t that sad? the vets around here aren’t cheap and you weren’t very kind to him earlier. so now he has a sick cat and hurt feelings.”

the man looked between you and sokka, who had plastered a forlorn look on his face. then he scoffed and threw two bills down on the counter. you led him off in the direction of the private dance rooms as toph came inside from the front of the building where aang had taken her spot for her break time. sokka stuffed the bills into the tip jar under the counter.

as toph dropped into a barstool and unbuttoned her collar, she quickly picked up on sokka’s breathiness, and the quickened paces of his heartbeat. “you’re still stuck on y/n?” toph asked. her voice wasn’t judgmental or harsh, but the tone of a concerned friend. toph had worked at the club long enough (and fucked enough of the dancers) to know that dating your coworkers wasn’t a good idea.

sokka’s head snapped over to her, finally realizing that toph had sat down. “shut up, man.”

“there’s nothing wrong with it,” toph shrugged, sticking her pinkie in her ear and twisting it around. “i just think if you want to hate yourself less, you need to tell her.”

sokka poured himself a shot and passed toph a coke. he tossed back the clear liquor and shook his head. “she deals with pervs all night, the last thing she needs is me professing my love to her.”

toph felt around for the straw in her glass. “you don’t have to be a freak about it,” she said matter-of-factly. toph drew in a deep breath. “spirits, it smells like shit in here.”

he ignored her. “so, you think i should tell her how i feel?”

she leaned back on her stool. “sokka, i think you’re an idiot,” toph said. “but i also think you’re well intentioned. and y/n would think that, too. she’s worked here long enough that she can probably separate the nice guys from the pervs.”

“you say that, but she’s cozied up to that guy right now,” sokka said, re-fixing his gaze on you and the client you were schmoozing across the crowded club.

toph leaned forward and swatted at him, somehow managing to make contact with his skin. “you dumbass, i’m blind,” she spat at him. “but if it’s the guy i think you’re talking about, that’s exactly her type. rich asshole, big wallet and even bigger wallet.”

sokka’s face fell. “you’re not helping. and how do you even know that guy is rich?”

“well, i could smell his cologne from a block away and it was not a cheap one,” she said. her sense of smell was incredibly refined, and sokka and aang liked to poke fun at her about being a fragrance snob. “plus he walked all entitled. not to mention that if he wasn’t rich as fuck, y/n wouldn’t even consider entertaining him in such a way that you’re this worked up.”

he leaned over the bar and flicked toph square in the center of her forehead. “so why are you encouraging me to confess my feelings to y/n if that’s her type, not me?”

toph finished off her soda with a loud slurp. “because that’s her *work* type. don’t you remember that guy she dated that used to pick her up?” she questioned, then let out a burp. “he drove a beat up car and worked with his own two hands. that guy probably couldn’t even by a drink in here, let alone get to talk to her.”

across the room, you sat on li’s lap and pretended to laugh at his awful jokes. “li, has anyone ever told you how handsome you are?” you flirted, a faux grin pasted on your face.

you glanced around the bar, stealing a glance at sokka, who was behind the bar chatting with toph, whom you had grown very close with over the years.

“i could stand to hear it more,” li said smugly. his hands snaked down your back. “you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

if you weren’t already in lace panties and a push up bra, you probably wouldn’t have minded his hand moving toward your ass. as it stood, you were completely uncomfortable.

you squirmed away from his touch. “aww, thanks,” you gritted. “let’s go get a drink.”

“i’m thinking we go in one of those rooms and i put on a show for you,” he said with a lewd smile. you could smell the scotch on his breath and supplemented that the drink he had with you wasn’t the first one of the night.

you jumped off his lap quickly. “umm no,” you said, praying for someone to call you over before things could get any worse.

sokka, now withdrawn from his conversation with toph, watched you closely. you gave him a helpless look and it didn’t take him long at all to jump into action.

“hey, sugar!” he called, shouting your stage name across the club. “you’ve got a call in the back. it’s your fiancé,” he lied.

you gave li a ‘what can you do’ look and darted off toward the bar, which led back to the dancer’s dressing rooms (your boss figured the bar might serve as an extra line of defense). you plopped onto the plush velvet couch, absolutely drained.

sokka snuck back to see you. “hey, you okay?”

“if you get caught back here you’ll get fired,” you anxiously pointed out, worked up from your encounter with li. “don’t get fire because of me, sokka.”

he shrugged. “nah, it’s cool. i won’t get caught, toph is watching the door.”

you blinked at him. “she’s blind.”

“gah, you know what i mean!” he said, throwing his hands up. “but seriously, y/n, are you okay?”

you nodded. “it’s just been a long night.”

sokka nudged your shoulder with his. “well, you know i’m always here when you need me. if you need me.”

what sokka didn’t say was how bad he wanted you to need him. how he wished to be the only person that could touch your gorgeous body, and how he wanted to tell you he loved you while he did. it took a lot of sokka’s waning energy and patience to not blurt everything out right then and there.

then, you elbowed him. electricity blossomed under his skin at the contact. “so, what’s this about my fiancé?” you asked with a melodic laugh, mesmerizing him even more.

“i apparently have a sick cat and crazy vet debt,” he returned. “what’s the big deal with a few little white lies?”

you giggled. “dark spirits must be at work here,” you joked.

later, after the club closed and the bar was scrubbed down, sokka walked out out to your car. you always happily welcomed the end of the shift, when you could peel off your lace panties and replace them with sensible boy shorts and a pair of sweats, and when you could go braless under a giant hoodie. you carried your large heels in your hand, a bright pink duffel bag slung over your shoulder.

as you walked, sokka continued to joke around with you, soaking up every laugh he drew from tou. when you got to your car, he opened the door for you and stood in the gap between the body of the car and the door.

“i guess i’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, a smile still playing on your lips from one of his jokes.

you reached over and slid your key into the ignition, groaning loudly when the car wouldn’t start. “are you kidding me?” you half-shrieked, careful to sound like you weren’t in any actual danger in case toph was still nearby. “ughhh, this night couldn’t get any worse. now i have to call mai.”

your roommate was probably long since asleep, and would not be happy at you calling her at three o clock in the morning. especially because she told you three weeks ago to have someone look for the cause of the check engine light, but tips hadn’t been good for the last few weeks, and you swore that your were going to take in tomorrow.

“let me give you a ride home,” sokka immediately offered. his heart thumped excitedly at the prospect of spending more time with you. “it’s not far out of the way.”

if anyone else had offered you a ride home this late outside of a strip club, you probably would have insisted on calling mai. but you knew sokka, almost as well as he knew you. and sure, he might crack a few ill-timed jokes, but he was harmless. so you agreed, following him over to his icy blue sedan and sliding into the front seat.

he turned on the car and heat flowed through the vents. you were surprised, just then, at how cold you are. being nearly naked in the club was one thing, because so many people crammed themselves in there that it had to be a violation of some fire code, and you were moving around. but now, even though you were in sweats, the biting cold stung your skin.

sokka noticed how you softened at the heat. without speaking, without asking if you were cold, he reached into the backseat and grabbed a knit afghan for you. he draped it over your lap and then pulled out of his parking spot. you traced the knitted design with your finger.

“this is really nice, sokka,” you said. “thank you.”

he glanced over at you with a smile playing on his lips. “you’re welcome,” he said. “katara made the blanket like forever ago.”

you giggled and covered your mouth. “no, i meant the ride,” you corrected. “but the blanket is pretty. give katara my compliments.”

sokka’s face twisted into something you couldn’t quite understand. pensiveness, maybe. his eyes fixed on the road as his mind swirled with thoughts of every time he made you laugh, how you got the rich asshole to tip him handsomely earlier, the way you winked at him.

eventually, after a quiet ride, sokka stopped outside of your apartment. “this is me,” you said dumbly. obviously he knew this was your place, hence the reason why he stopped outside of it in the first place.

you went to get out of the car, popping the door handle and shifting out from underneath the blanket when he stopped you.

“can i tell you something?” he asked softly.

you nodded. “of course. you can tell me anything.”

like a water rushing out of a dam to the tailwater, sokka started speaking quickly. “i like you, y/n. as more than just a friend, and toph told me that it’s not a good idea to date your coworkers—well, date isn’t the word she used—but i really, really like you and i think it’s worth giving it a shot. and i won’t be like that last guy you dated who tried to force you to quit your job. i think it’s great that you love your body enough to show it off. wait, i think that came out wrong,” he rambled. “i just really like you and i wanted to let you know. it’s okay if you don’t-“

you had gotten back in the car and leaned over the center console to press a kiss to his lips, effectively ending his nonsensical rambling. “i like you, too, sokka,” you said simply. “and toph told me the same thing when i told her how i felt about you.”

“wait, toph was playing matchmaker this whole time?” sokka asked, his jaw slackening.

you nodded simply. “but she told me not to tell you how i felt,” you told him. “i think she wanted you to make the first move.”

he shook his head slowly. “that sneaky asshole.”

you paid a glance toward the clock on the car’s dash. “do you want to spend the night here?”

“i’m not having sex with you,” he said quickly, despite the way his cock twitched at the possibility. because he really, really wanted to have sex with you, but his gran-gran raised him to be a gentleman.

you shook your head with an airy laugh. “i just meant it’s late, and despite your lie earlier, this was really far out of your way,” you said. “i just don’t want you to drive home if you’re too tired.

he considered it for a moment. “and mai won’t mind?”

“no, she’ll most definitely mind,” you said with a shrug, “i just don’t care.”

sokka nodded coolly. “and for the record, i don’t find you like appalling or anything,” he said.

“i hope not,” you laughed as he killed the engine and you gathered your things off the floor of the front seat.

“i just mean, i said i don’t want to have sex with you tonight,” he said. “if we have sex, i want it to, i dunno, be special.”

you placed your hand on his arm and slid your keys into his hand so he could open the door for you. “when we have sex, it’ll be perfect.”

you both fell asleep quickly once inside, forgoing a shower and hopping straight into bed. you slept with his lumbering arms slung over your body. sokka snored in your ear all night, yet it was the most peaceful sleep you’d ever gotten. maybe because you felt safe with him or because he was your closest friend and your most reliable out.

[yourfavoritequeerfangirl]

it’s so beyond me how anyone can hate korra because the whole time she’s just a little girl who wants nothing more than to be a good avatar

[b-izus]

happy pride to evil lesbians

[zutophslut]

bathhouse

MDNI, 18+ only | toph x reader, fem!reader, earthbender!reader, wlw, biting, cunnilingus (reader receiving), fingering, top!toph, dom!toph, aftercare, porn with minimal plot

words: 2.07k

lowercase intended, kind of proofread

synopsis: toph and you get in a spat about the teaching of your students. smut ensues.

a/n: my first time actually finishing smut lol i’m kinda nervy, be nice to me pls. !!requests are open!! (but be warned smut takes me forever to write)

you tended to take a softer approach with your students at the metalbending academy than toph did. she was a harsh teacher, relying on the age old technique of laying her students down flat to teach them how to defend themselves. you, on the other hand, liked to teach them defensive maneuvers while gently encouraging them as they shaped the metal to their will.

after she finished sparring with a group of students, she stood on top of the pile of their bodies she had created, bound together by metal. “i’m the greatest earthbender in the world!”

she hopped down and you flicked your hand in the students’ direction, unbinding them from their jumbled restraints. “you guys did a really good job today,” you assured them as they rubbed their aching joints with dejected looks. “we’ll start back in the morning on the defensive maneuvers.”

across the courtyard, toph unwound her wrists of the bandages that firmly covered her wrists. “i wasn’t done with them.”

you gave her a skeptical look she couldn’t see. “you were standing on them,” you pointed out. “i think they’d had enough.”

“i’ll decide when *my* students are finished training,” she shot back at you. she hoisted her training bag over her shoulder and stalked off.

“well, maybe that’s why none of them can bend to save their lives!” you shouted behind her frustratedly, mouthing a silent ‘sorry’ to penga after, who looked back at you with a hurt look.

during the war, you and toph had an easy friendship. you were unworried about jobs or parents, and were in fact two girls freely traveling the world with your friends. but ever since you agreed to help her “wrangle” her students and accepted the assistant instructor position at her academy, things had tensed between you.

you let out an annoyed huff and gathered your things from the courtyard. you dropped them off in your room in the instructor’s quarters and grabbed your towel off the hook on the back of the door. you stomped to the bathhouse the sat behind the academy, replaying your interaction; toph’s terse tone and how she never even turned to face you. you peeled off your clothes and sunk into the steaming water of the bath.

the hot water worked out the knots in your muscles and washed away the exhaustion from the day. you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the edge of the large stone pool you rested in. the water felt charged, as if katara was there, channeling the power of the spirits through the water and healing every ache and pain your body carried.

it felt so good that you almost didn’t hear the door to the bathhouse open. your head snapped up as you rushed to cover your bare breasts with your arm. when you realized it was toph you allowed your hand to fall. it’s not like she could them anyways, you thought.

“um, hello? i’m in here,” you said, snapping your fingers as you spoke.

she shrugged. “i didn’t know you were in here.”

“right, like i believe that,” you said, rolling your eyes. “i’m willing to wager that you sensed me coming in here, and you just want to make a point.”

she hummed and started unclasping her belt. “and what point would that be?” she asked.

you shrugged. “that you can still stand you be around me.”

toph pulled off her tunic, and your gaze trailed over her chiseled abdomen and bare arms. “i never said i couldn’t stand to be around you.”

“not in so many words,” you replied tersely. you watched as she removed her pants and then put your lust aside as realization set in. “you’re not seriously getting in while i’m still in here, are you?”

she shrugged and reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her bandeau. you watched, eyes wide and jaw slack, as her full breasts fell free of the constraining undergarment. “we’re both adults, aren’t we?”

you leaned your head back, intent on not being a pervert as she stripped herself of her underwear and dipped into the water. you ignored, or tried to at least, the warmth that pooled between your legs.

“why do you insist on torturing me?” you asked, pressing your eyes closed and willing yourself to ignore the way your heart stuttered.

toph sat down a few feet away from you, but neither of you were oblivious to the electric current that seemed to consume the distance.

“why do you insist on undermining my authority?” she fired back sharply. “this whole good cop bad cop act is seriously annoying, y/n.”

you scoffed. “come on. you, a cop? i was going more for a teacher and ruthless conqueror motif.”

toph smiles crookedly at that. “i haven’t conquered everything,” she says, and you don’t miss the uneven quirking of her lips as she waits for your response.

you blink dumbly. maybe you weren’t oblivious to the electrical feeling between you and toph, but you were completely oblivious to whatever she meant by that.

“you haven’t conquered anything,” you ventured to correct her.

she shrugged, her massive arms rippling the water, a smug grin on her face. “a few girls in yu dao might disagree.”

your face twisted in confusion, then morphed into realization as it sunk in what toph had said. “don’t say that, it’s crass.”

“but true,” toph said, biting her lip and closing her eyes, head lolling back like she was fondly remembering the girls in yu dao. “and there’s something… someone i’ve yet to conquer.”

you shifted nervously. sure, you had thought about toph fucking you like this before late at night when it was just you and your own fingers toying with your clit. you imagined that she would drop you roughly onto your bed and force your legs apart, her fingers digging into your knees in such a way that was sure to leave behind bruises on your skin as she dove into your dripping pussy. but it was one thing to imagine fucking her than her saying she wanted to fuck you while you were both naked and slick with your shared bath water.

when your breathing hitched and your puke quickened, toph moved toward you. your legs parted if their own accord under the water and she stood squarely between them. her tits were level with your eyes and you greedily drank in her supple appearance before her lips crashed down on yours in a possessive kiss.

she bit down on your bottom lip and you whimpered as she began to drag her calloused hands over the smooth skin of your chest. when her fingers found your nipples, already hard and peaked, she laughed into your mouth. toph took your nipple and rolled it between her thumb and index finger, cataloging the way your back arched and your heart rate quickened.

toph’s other hand found its way to your hair, grasping firmly at the base of your head and tilting it back. suddenly, you regretted not taking in the sight of her body while you were talking, when you had the chance to appreciate her effortless beauty. now, as she licked the shaft of your throat and bit your collarbones, you were too stimulated to think of anything more than the slick pooling between your legs and the way her body felt against yours.

“toph i-“ you gasped.

“you what, angel?” toph asked condescendingly. “you want me to fuck you? you want me to destroy this pussy of yours?”

toph’s hand flexed around the base of your neck, momentarily choking the air out of you. you simply nodded, unable to speak. she smirked. “i’m gonna tell you what to do, since you seem to think you can get away with telling me what to do.”

you nodded eagerly, wanting to feel her mouth on your swollen, achy clit and her fingers working in and out of your core.

“good girl,” she said, pulling away from you completely. “sit up on the edge.”

you did as you were told, keeping your feet in the water, but smacking your bare ass against the warm stone of the bath. “okay.”

toph sunk back into the water and you watched the way her tits bobbed, how her hand ventured to the mound between her legs. “now touch yourself,” she instructed. “and remember, i can’t see, so i’ll need to hear you.”

you nodded dumbly and slid your fingers between your soaking wet folds, moaning at the friction. you kept your eyes focused on toph’s crooked smile and her full, bare breasts. your finger circled your clit and you moaned even louder, aching for her mouth to take your place.

“who’s in charge here?” toph asked, her tone harsh as she quietly touched herself.

“you are,” you managed to whimper. “you’re in charge, master.”

your pace quickened and you could feel yourself slipping, on the verge of cumming, but just as your pace quickened and you moaned loudly, toph’s hand firmly gripped your wrist and yanked your hand away.

“you don’t get to come yet,” toph tutted in that gravelly tone that drove you crazy. “you’re going to beg for it.”

her mouth covered yours again, kissing you possessive while her hand wove into your hair and tugged. she pulled away from you. “you think you’re so perfect, don’t you angel?”

you tried to object; to explain that just because you were kind didn’t mean you thought so highly of yourself. but before you could, three of toph’s thick, calloused fingers sunk into your opening and all you could do was let out a warbled cry.

toph roughly kneaded your breast with her free hand. she could feel every writhe of your body as she worked you over with her hands.

“you’re taking me so well, angel,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips. she quickened her pace inside you, then dipped her head and licked a languid line through your center. “mmm, you taste so good.”

her tongue flicked over your clit quickly, in short lapping motions. you cried out, your eyes closed and your head back, mouth open in a perfect ‘o’ as moans ripped from the back of your throat.

you roughly pulled her face deeper into your pussy by yanking on a fistful of your hair.

she obliged, but her strokes against your clit got slower, and her fingers stopped moving.

“please, toph. i need to… i need you,” you whimpered, still pushing her face into your pussy.

“say it,” she muttered against your clit and your back arched as the vibrations met your sensitive bud.

“make me cum, toph,” you cried out. “please master, please make me cum,” you pleaded.

she resumed her ruthless pace, fucking you with her calloused fingers and greedily sucked on your clit, like she was trying to pull all of the disobedience from this sensitive spot on your body. you wound your hand in her hair, sharply yanking it with every convulsion of your body which made toph moan against your clit, driving you over the edge.

as you came, you screamed her name loudly enough that, despite the distance between the bathhouse and the academy, most of your students could hear you. your body convulsed and twitched, and your juices pooled messily over toph’s palm as she kept sucking, determined to draw out every last tremor.

“spirits, toph!” you cried as she fingered you through your climax.

once your body relaxed, she pulled her fingers out of you with a pop. she roughly grabbed your jaw and squeezed it to open your mouth, stuffing her fingers in your mouth.

“suck,” toph instructed and you did as your were told, lapping up your cum from her fingers. she watched you as if she could actually see you. “good girl.”

toph sunk back into the water, pulling you onto her lap easily. she peppered your chest and collarbones with soft kisses, ran her fingers through your hair, traced small circles on your hips.

you giggled as toph’s fingers trailed up your spine. “what, so you make me orgasm and then you get all soft?”

“would you prefer i bent you over my leg and spanned that pretty little ass of yours?” toph asked, her sightless eyes boring into yours.

you stifled another giggle and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, which still faintly tasted like you. “maybe some other time.”

[quattt-art]

Toph Beifong

[tanukiace]

I have done a paragraph explaining how Roku is trash and Korra is 10000x times better than him when I was talking on discord with friends. Here goes.

Roku didn't kill the guy who said "I'm gonna kill all airbenders" just because "oh he's my best friend"

YES, he gained wisdom from that. But he was an absolutely trash Avatar who had the easiest life. Because before he was the Avatar, he was probably nobility too, since bro was best friend with, oh, idk, the prince of the fire nation. And then he went around the world and studied without any pressure, but when his best friend said "I wanna make war" he was like... "Eeeh, he's not gonna do it, he's my best friend !" And just went to live on his stupid volcano, and died because of his own. Fucking. Stupidity.

Whereas Aang had to learn all elements in the span of, not a year, but I think only six months. But before that, he was revealed to be the Avatar at 12, because the elders feared for the state of the world, and he had that pressure put on him so suddenly. A pressure that kept existing when he woke up, because they learned of the comet of Sozin. Imagine being 12, and having to learn all elements in six month because your trashy predecessor didn't have the balls to kill his best friend for the sake of the world. So here's another reason why Roku is absolutely trash.

Then Korra had to go through so. Fucking. Much. I do not know if she went through worse things than Aang, because their pain isn't comparable anyway. But Korra : lost her bending, lost the connexion to her previous lives, and so much more, but the point is that she always got back up. Yes she lost her connexion to Rava, but she was young and came from a culture that valued the elders. Unalaq was her uncle, and presented himself as a guide and helper when she was at her most vulnerable, only to take advantage of her later on, and take away Rava. Which is awful. But Korra still got back up, and still won BASED ON HER SKILLS ALONE, she didn't have bending, only herself, and she fucking won and brought Rava back, and protected the world for 10000 years of Darkness.

SHE IS BETTER THAN ROKU IN EVERY WAY CUS SHE TRIED TO SOLVE PROBLEMS HEAD ON.

Don't get me wrong, you can love Roku, but you have to acknowledge that he was the worst Avatar to ever exist.

People who hate Korra while loving Roku though. Y'all are misogynistic, sorry.

[zutophslut]

Can I please request an aang x reader fic where the reader is Sokka and katara's youngest sister and they are all adults here and aang and the reader are married with 1 kid maybe a 7 or 8 year old and

Gran- gran passes away and reader and her siblings are heartbroken and comforted by the gang but the reader has a bit of a delayed grief, it doesn't fully hit her that gran gran is gone until she sees them lowering her body into the ground and that's when she breaks down and feels everything and Katara holds her as she cries and it's just very angsty and aang confortd his wife aswell and it's just them feeling the loss

the chasm of grief

aang x reader, fem!reader, non-bender!reader, angst, established relationship, hurt/comfort, mentions of slight childhood trauma, slight domestic fluff, implied zutoph, katara x haru

words: 2.8k

lowercase intended, kind of proofread

synopsis: your family rallies around you after the loss of gran-gran, the only consistent parent you’ve ever known.

a/n: i regret to inform you, i am not a zutara shipper, but i do unfortunately love her with haru, so im living my truth. also hakoda and bato are together because i said so.

it was a bright morning on air temple island when you got the news. your brother, sokka, had sent you a letter via his old messenger hawk. you were spending time with the air acolytes in the temple, discussing with them the he progress aang was making in assembling a council of representatives for the city.

your daughter, suni, hurtled into the room on an air scooter. “mommy! hawky brought us a letter. it’s from uncle sokka!”

standing up, you crossed the room to where suni stood with hawky perched on her shoulder, removing the rolled up parchment from the tube attached to him. “thanks, baby,” you said to suni as you waved hawky away.

you unrolled the letter and read it silently. once, twice, a third time. your face morphed from the expression of polite interest you maintained while speaking with the acolytes to an expression of profound sadness that even suni picked up on.

“what does it say?” suni asked you.

“gran-gran is sick,” you told her gently, trying to keep all the sadness out of your voice. “really sick.”

suni’s lip quivered and tears pooled in grr big grey eyes. “is gran-gran gonna die?”

pulling your daughter in close, you pressed a kiss to her head. “i hope not, baby. i hope not.” but deep down you knew.

when aang got home that evening from the city, you told him about the letter from your brother and you, aang, and suni loaded onto the back of appa, setting off toward the southern water tribe.

as the youngest of hakoda’s three children, you had almost no memory of your mother, who had died when you were five, and soon after your father had left to fight in the war, so you didn’t remember much about him until he joined back with you, your siblings, and aang during the war. gran-gran had raised you entirely, for the six most formative years of your life, gran-gran was your caretaker and your driving force. to imagine a world without her was like forcing all the air out of your lungs: impossible and painful.

you traveled in silence. aang, was quietly hopeful that gran-gran would hang on just a little longer. suni airbent a few stray pebbles that had gotten stuck in the treads of her shoes in a circle as she remembered the last time she had visited the southern water tribe. you tried not to think about anything at all.

when you landed in the south pole, aang helped you off appa’s saddle, then lifted suni out effortlessly. your seven year old, now scared that she was nearly face-to-face with loss, clung to your husband’s robes desperately, scared to be put down in the snow. scared to lose gran-gran. sokka and katara greeted you solemnly.

“how is she?” you asked anxiously.

before answering, katara gave you a puzzling look, then she shook her head as if she were clearing away her thoughts. “not well. haru and the boys are in with her now,” she said, referring to her sons and husband. “i don’t think she has much time left, she’s very weak.”

you turned around to aang and suni. “do you want to see gran-gran?”

suni nodded slowly and aang followed you into the hut where gran-gran was lying. her gaze shifted from your brother-in-law and two nephews, to you and your small family.

gran-gran smiled tiredly and motioned for you to come closer to her bedside with a slow wave of her hand. “my special girl,” she said, her voice barely a hoarse whisper.

you knelt beside her bed and took her old hand into yours as haru and the boys excused themselves. “hi gran-gran. how are you feeling?”

“like an old woman,” she said, coughing out a laugh. she stared at you the same way you stared at her, memorizing every slope of each other’s faces, committing to your memories every line on her face and the deep blue of her eyes.

then, she reached out her hand and placed it on your belly, like she knew something you didn’t. “i’ll always be with you,” she said, then her eyes scanned the room. “where’s my granddaughter?”

suni meekly stepped forward. “i’m right here, gran-gran.”

“promise me something,” the old woman started. “always be brave, suni. like your mother, and be kind like your father. this is the best way to be.”

your daughter nodded sadly, then nestled her head against gran-gran’s bony rib cage. suni stayed like that for a few minutes until gran-gran’s breathing started to get more ragged and labored. you nodded to aang, who gave you a supportive nod.

“suni, say goodnight to gran-gran,” aang said softly, bending down to scoop her up.

she laid her hand gently on gran-gran’s face. “goodnight, i love you.”

aang left the room with your daughter and katara and sokka came in, their faces slick with tears. you ran your hand through gran-gran’s tangled grey hair.

“it’s okay,” you said softly. somehow you weren’t crying and deep down, you knew it was because you had detached yourself from this moment, almost as if you were watching it from outside your body. “you can go, gran-gran. we’ll be okay.”

katara nodded and wiped at her face. “we’ve always known how to take care of each other.”

“we’ll really miss you, though,” sokka added.

you laid your head on her chest, as suni had done before you. you could feel her chest rattling as her last breath entered and left her lungs. the room was still. no one moved or spoke. the only sound was katara’s sobbing and sokka’s feeble attempt to offer you both reassurance.

later that night, once your siblings had managed to compose themselves, you all gathered at sokka’s house for dinner. katara had spent the rest of the day there, cooking through her sudden onset of grief. the same onset you had yet to feel the brunt of. she made steamed sea prunes and smoked seal meat that sokka had been storing.

“what did gran-gran say to you?” katara asked you. her face her puffy, her eyes bloodshot. “before, i mean.”

you swallowed hard. “that she’d always be with me.” your hand hovered above your stomach like gran-gran’s had before.

katara’s eyes widened knowingly. “oh, y/n. you’re pregnant.” she crossed the room and placed her hand squarely in the center of your stomach, then she nodded. “yep, you’re pregnant.”

aang crossed the room quickly, pulling you into his arms. “did you know?”

you shook your head earnestly. “no, i had no idea. i wondered why gran-gran did that, and why you looked at me weird,” you said to katara.

then, suni air scootered to you and aang, and katara’s two sons came running over to you. “mommy, you have a baby in your belly?” she asked, dropping her hands and releasing the ball of air she raced around on.

“i guess i do.”

seven years ago, when you found out you were pregnant with suni, you had shed tears of joy. aang had swept you off the ground to spin you around, laughing all the while. now, it just felt sad, veiled by the loss of someone so integral to your upbringing, that you could hardly feel happy about it.

aang leaned over and kissed you on the cheek. he was very in tune with your emotions and he knew that this news, along with the passing of your beloved gran-gran, would begin to take its toll on you soon, since it hadn’t already.

you all sat to eat, though you were much too overwhelmed to stomach anything but the broth of the steamed sea prunes your sister had made. dinner was silent, thick with sadness and, in your case, numbness. suni and katara’s sons chatted around mouthfuls of food, the sadness not sinking in so deeply for them. you were happy to see that your daughter seemed to be okay.

it was customary, in the southern water tribe to wait three days to lower the body of a lost loved one into the ground. this was the time to prepare the body, cleanse their house, and to connect with the spirits. on the third day, you gathered with your family by the tribe’s icy gravesite where your mother was also buried, bundled tightly against the wind, tears freezing on suni’s cheeks. haru had bent into the earth a deep hole. zuko and toph had come from the fire nation to pay their respects and offer their help in your family’s time of need.

a part of you still didn’t believe that gran-gran was dead. it was easy enough to separate yourself from reality, to pretend you were just visiting the south pole while gran-gran and pakku visited your sister tribe in the north. but then, you saw her. her frail, old body was wrapped in sealskin and she was getting lowered into the ground by haru, sokka, bato, and hakoda.

your eyes swam with tears for the first time since gran-gran took her last breath. from the back of your throat came a guttural sob, one that had been building up every time someone said something that reminded you she was dead, every time you walked past her now empty house, and every time you looked at your daughter and saw how sad her wide eyes looked. your knees buckled and you dropped into the snow, aching to crawl toward the hole and be with her one last time, to feel her arms wrap tightly around you.

aang dropped down beside you, wrapping a big arm around your quivering shoulders. you turned your head and buried your face in aang’s robes, sobbing as they covered her with earth. you pleaded with the spirits to bring her back, to just give you five more minutes to tell her you loved her, and that she meant more to you than you could ever put into words. aang, who knew this outburst was coming, cradled the back of your head with the hand suni wasn’t clinging onto.

after the ceremony, aang sent your daughter to stay with haru, katara, and the boys. he took you to the home you were staying in and sat down on the floor, his broad shoulders resting against the stony wall. he cradled you against his body the way you did with suni whenever she had a nightmare.

“i’ve got you,” he said quietly, rubbing your hair as you screamed.

it felt like someone was ripping your body apart, every inch of you burnt, sharply feeling the absence of the woman who had raised you. this chasm of grief was so deep and your husband, the great bridge between your world and the spirits, now bridged you to reality.

“i can’t…. i can’t believe she’s gone,” you wept, handfuls of aang’s red and orange robes fisted in your hands. “im never going to see her again, ill never tell her i love her…” you cried harder, “she’ll never get to meet our new baby.”

aang understood what you felt; he felt the same way when you found out you were pregnant with suni, when katara told you the baby’s energy was strong, like a bender’s. he wanted nothing more than gyatso’s advice on how to raise his child in the ways of the air nomads and on how to be a good dad.

he smoothed out your hair, wiped your nose on his sleeve, and held you while you cried. “as long as you remember kanna, she’ll always be with you,” aang said softly into your hair, unsure if you could even hear him.

at some point, katara came by. she sat on the floor with you, held your hand, told you she understood. you shifted to sit between her and aang on the floor. you rooted yourself to your family, your head resting heavily on katara’s shoulder while your fingers interlocked with aang’s. zuko and toph had agreed to help haru watch the children, so sokka could come sit with you, katara, and aang.

he laid on the floor in front of you, splayed out with his head resting on your knee. your fingers combed through his short hair. “everything is going to be okay, y/n,” he said every now and again.

eventually you stopped crying and a raw feeling set in, like your skin was freshly burnt and washed with salt water. pain and grief still swirled through you unceasingly. haru knocked on the door to your home.

“she wouldn’t go to sleep,” he said, ushering suni into the house.

she slowly walked over to where you, aang, and her aunt and uncle sat. she laid across yours and aang’s laps, her nestling against your stomach and grabbed tightly onto the edge of your deep blue robe.

as you stroked her hair, suni fought sleep, wanting to stay up with all the adults. you tiredly leaned your head back against the wall. “how do things go on without her?”

new tears flooded your eyes as you remembered gran-gran. how you had accidentally called her mommy a few weeks after your mom died, how she taught you how to braid your hair and how to pin a diaper, how she always used to splash water on you while you did laundry together. you fondly remembered how she had encouraged you to follow aang, to follow your destiny. gran-gran was your driving force. and imprinted in your mind was the look on her face when she held your daughter for the first time, a look you wouldn’t get to see the second time around.

“we stay together,” sokka said. “maybe we all come stay at air temple island for a little while.” his voice was slow, sad.

katara nodded. “gran-gran would want us to stick together now more than ever,” she said. “she always told us our destinies were intertwined. maybe we’re supposed to come back together now.”

her fingers twirled in your hair absently as you ran your finger down the slope of suni’s nose, expertly lulling her to sleep. “i always thought we’d have more time with her,” you said quietly. “we got extra time with dad, after the war. i guess, a part of me always thought we’d get longer with her. like the spirits might repay us for what we did.”

aang leaned against you, resting his arm on suni’s legs. “she left her mark here,” he said. “this tribe probably wouldn’t be what it is today if it weren’t for kanna, and you all get to carry on her legacy.”

you were all quiet for a while, then sokka laughed quietly. “do you guys remember when gran-gran took us penguin sledding for pipsqueak’s birthday?” he asked lithely.

you rolled your eyes and leaned forward just enough to flick him on the head. “i told you to stop calling me that,” you hugged, then you wiped your face dry and laughed. “remember when she threatened to banish you if you didn’t help hang the clothes out to dry?”

katara laughed, “that was hilarious! what about that time she chased us around the village with snowballs?” she said around her laughter. “i think that was the best any of us has ever slept.”

“kanna told me that if y/n and i got married at the southern air temple instead of the aouth pole, that she would come to the wedding just to object,” aang said with a laugh of his own.

“wait, is that why you had two ceremonies?” sokka asked dumbly. you all laughed together and you worried that the shaking of your body as you did would wake suni, but she stayed asleep and you began to feel like a shred of your soul had returned.

over the next seven months, katara and her family, and sokka and suki spent their time on air temple island. suni blew up the boys robes with her bending to get back at them for the boulders they often liked to hurl in her direction. the air acolytes pleaded with the spirits that your second child would be an airbender, and you forbid katara from telling you until you gave birth.

when your sister finally placed your baby in your arms after seven long months of pregnancy and grief, love persevering, she said cheerily, “it’s an airbender! and it’s a baby girl.”

aang looked at you, so proud of what you had done and feeling hopeful for his nation. “go on, tell her what we decided for the name.”

you called sokka and waited for him to bring suni in to announce the baby’s name. suni cuddled beside you on the bed, cooing at her new baby sister excitedly.

“her name is kanna.”

[zutophslut]

Hiiiiiilove! Can I please request an aang xfirebender reader or a zuko x firebender reader fic where they are fighting in battle and the reader has some childhood trauma so while she’s fighting the bad guy they pull her hair and that triggers her and she gets so angry and blinded by rage and she starts bending white fire and she’s kinda going out of control so zuko or aang basically reach out to her kinda like rea ch ing out to aang in the avatar state, so one of them grounds her and comforts her saying it’s okay

a white-hot rage

zuko x reader, fem!reader, firebender!reader, fluff, angst, established relationship, hurt/comfort, childhood trauma, slight domestic fluff

words: 2.8k

lowercase intended, kind of proofread, mentions of the leaked movie plot

tw: contains mention of physical abuse and sexual assault

synopsis: during a battle, your past trauma is triggered and the gaang finds out just how powerful you really are

a/n: nonny, you did your big one with this request. this is probably my favorite thing i’ve written so far. requests are open!!!

it wasn’t often that aang asked his friends to abandon their lives and responsibilities to help him with something, at least not since the end of the hundred year war. only once before had you received a messenger bird from aang, asking to help you find sonam’s scepter and fight against the denied. you had agreed without hesitation then, but now you wished you had thought about his second request in more depth.

a week ago, you received a messenger hawk to the fire nation palace, addressed to you and zuko. aang wrote about an uprising of earthbenders from the outer ring of ba sing se led by an former dai li agent named pili that was intent on taking down republic city in the name of their new queen, hoping it would get them out of poverty. aang asked you to join him in the fight for peace and unity. of course, you agreed.

you chased the rebels away from republic city and the fight led you to the si wong desert, where toph had flattened the sand into bendable earth that none of you would lose your footing on. you and zuko fought side by side, hurling fire at the eartbenders trying to kill you.

you lunged forward, shooting a line of fire in the direction of one of the earthbenders. you turned your head toward zuko, pulling your arm back and sending a fireball in the direction of a rebel coming at him from behind.

“if we don’t make it out of this,” you started, “your mom should raise zumi, not anyone from the palace.”

zuko gave you a scrupulous look. “we’re going back home,” he shouted over the chaos of the fight. “izumi is staying with us!”

while you were turned around, talking to zuko about your daughter whilst firing at the rebel benders behind him, one of them gained on you, moving in complete silence.

“y/n, watch out!” toph hollered across her makeshift battlefield.

zuko turned to face you, intent on holding off the earthbender until you could gather your bearings to fight him off yourself. but he was too close for zuko to get a clean shot without hurting you.

just as you turned, the earthbender, who you recognized as the rebels’ leader, pili, grabbed your hair and gave it a sharp yank. you lost your footing and then,

suddenly, you weren’t on the battlefield anymore. your family, noble and they may be, had dark secrets.

as pili yanked you down by your hair, you were transported into a darker time that smelt like liquor and felt like the suffocating weight of a flying bison pressed on your chest. you could feel repressive hands forcing you against a thin mattress, cold chains wrapping around your wrists so you couldn’t fight back with your bending, finger nails ripping into your scalp, yanking you back by your hair so the hands could grasp onto more of you. you felt something foreign press into you, and the powerlessness you felt in that moment, returned tenfold.

you weren’t sure when the battlefield came back into view, but you were twenty feet above it. flames came out of your feet, propelling you upward.

you weren’t that same girl you were all those years ago. now, when you cried out, a white flame erupted from the back of your throat. it scorched the sand that had shifted onto the battlefield, leaving behind little shards of glass.

katara’s voice sounded warbled as she warned toph about the glass. “be careful!” she shouted to the blind woman.

you tried to focus onto the battlefield, locating pili’s hulking figure and his buzzed hair. he wasn’t a rebel fighting for what he thought was right, he was equated now in your mind with your father. just another man who believed he could take pieces of you he wasn’t entitled to, that he could mar your skin with reminders of his presence. pili, like your father, believed that he was in control—and right now, he couldn’t be more wrong.

the others stopped what they were doing. in fact, the whole battlefield seemed to freeze as your white-hot flame located pili. zuko was the first to realize what was happening: that you were about to kill pili.

he pushed him out of the way. “y/n, don’t do this.”

you paused, realizing that it was your beloved husband who now stood in your line of fire. you stopped immediately, because zuko was a different man. he held you when you couldn’t bear to see anyone, not even your own reflection. he spent the entire twenty-six hours you labored when izumi was born telling you how beautiful you were, wiping your head with a cool cloth, and reminding you how strong you were.

zuko knew almost everything about your past, but the entire truth hid behind thin veils. he knew that your family hit you, demeaned you, called you worthless. and he did his best to undo the damage they did, replacing every harsh touch with a gentle kiss, uttering affirmations in the dead of night when he thought you were asleep and loudly professing his love for you. but he didn’t know what happened when the lights went down and the liquor started flowing, you kept that to yourself.

when you looked past him, you saw pili. he was still on the ground where zuko had pushed him. the rest of his rebels had been captured by katara when they took pause to watch you rise with your white-hot rage. she had frozen their feet and hands together with the water from her waterskin. pili was the only rebel left.

you pushed yourself forward, ignoring zuko’s pleas for you to stop. you aimed your fingers in pili’s direction, summoning a current from the sun, sending a bolt of white lightning hurtling toward him.

again, zuko stepped between your wrath and pili, using the redirection technique his uncle had taught him all those years ago to send the lightning into the sand just outside of the battlefield.

“stop!” you shrieked, hurling fireballs past zuko, raining them down on the earth surrounding pili. “let me do it, please!”

zuko stood firm and tilted his head to look up at you. the earth under his feet was burning hot and he could only tolerate it because he was used to the heat by nature. everyone else aside from zuko and pili had stepped into the sand, watching you with mouths agape in surprise.

“come down and we can talk about this,” zuko tried to reason with you.

your face felt hot, tears streaking through the layer of dust that had blown up and stuck to your skin. “just get out of the way, zu! this isn’t about you,” you yelled back.

he tried again. “do you want to go home and face our daughter after you kill this man?” zuko shouted to you.

“i don’t want to die,” pili whined, clutching to zuko’s robes. “please, spare me.”

zuko kicked him off and shot him a harsh look. “you’re at her mercy, not mine.”

“i am not powerless!” you screamed, tears streaming down your face harder.

“no one said you were,” zuko returned. he was beginning to realize that pleading with you wasn’t going anywhere. “my love, please just come down.”

you shook your head, your resolve as hot as the white flames erupting from your feet. realizing that negotiating wasn’t fruitful, zuko propelled himself up to you, using fire of his own.

level with you, his voice was softer. “please, y/n. come down. the fight is over.”

“you don’t understand,” you cried, “it’s never over.”

zuko moved closer to you slowly. “i’m going to bring you down,” he said softly. his arms extended and effortlessly lifted you away from the flames you were creating. “you’re alright, my love. i’ve got you.”

you wiggled and squirmed against zuko as you descended back to the surface. once you were on the ground, pili shrunk away from you.

you tried to firebend at him, but you energy was depleted and all that left your fingertips was a puff of smoke. realizing you were now defenseless, pili moved to bend a boulder in your direction, but zuko stopped him with a flick of his wrist, whipping him back down with a flame of his own.

as he led you away from pili’s slouched form (not dead, just unconscious), you could hear the others chattering.

katara spoke quietly. “that was incredible. terrifying, but incredible.”

“i didn’t know white fire even existed!” sokka exclaimed in a hushed tone.

“i don’t even know white fire looks like,” toph returned, waving her hand in front of her glazed eyes. “all i felt was hot.”

aang’s eyes were wide, his jaw completely slack. “she should’ve been my firebending teacher.”

zuko shot your friends a disparaging look, and led you onto the airship that had been anchored in the sand nearby. you leaned on him heavily, unable to support yourself. your body felt weak, but your mind was inexplicably weaker. you were having a hard time separating the past and the present, unable to decipher what was happening and what was just replaying in your mind.

you stumbled on the bridge of the airship. “i’ve got you, my love,” zuko uttered, stabilizing you against his body.

once in the cabin, zuko laid you down on one of the benches. he could hear the trudging steps of your friends and the rebels boarding the airship.

“how are you feeling?” he reached out to brush your hair away from your face.

you winced at his touch and his hand quickly fell away as he realized. “there was more, wasn’t there?” he asked.

“zu… ‘m sorry,” you managed. “zumi..”

he nodded. “we’re going home to see zumi,” zuko said gently. “i’m gonna go get katara.”

zuko left you in the cabin and rushed down to the hull where your friends were loading pili and his rebels into a makeshift cell toph had metalbent together. “katara, i need you in the cabin.”

“is it y/n? is she hurt?”

zuko nodded, then shook his head, unsure of exactly what was going on. “i just think she needs help, from well, a woman.”

katara nodded understandingly and followed zuko to the cabin, instructing the others to go wait in the cockpit. once in the cabin, katara knelt beside the bench you were laid on. she hovered her hand above your head, then your chest.

“her chi is weak,” katara told zuko. “she just needs to rest.”

you looked at katara silently pleading with her to ask what was wrong. “give us a minute?” she asked zuko.

he nodded and left the cabin, but he lingered just outside the heavy door, hoping to catch any of what you say. zuko knew it was wrong, but he was desperate to help you, and if that meant eavesdropping, then he would certainly stoop to that level.

katara’s hand ran through your hair. “what’s wrong, y/n?”

your voice stuck in your throat. “my dad- he,” you started to say, but your voice came out like shards of glass. “hurt me

“he hit you?” katara asked.

you shook your head and pointed toward your legs, your hand hovering over where your tunic met your pants. katara’s face softened and she grabbed your hand.

the smoothed out your sweaty hair. “you’re okay now,” she whispered. “no one is going to hurt you, y/n, okay? try to get some rest, sweetheart.”

you watched warily as she pulled water out of her waterskin, charging it with her healing current. zuko came back in, you could hear his boots against the metal. your eyes fluttered closed as she circulated water over your chest and head, attempting to recenter your chi.

when you awoke, izumi was sitting on your feet at the end of the bed. “mommy!” she shrieked excitedly as you opened your eyes. “‘mommy, i missed you!”

it took you a second to adjust to your surroundings but as you did, your breathing evened out and any trace of fear fell away as you set your eyes on your four year old daughter.

“hi baby,” you said slowly. your mouth was dry and your eyes still watered from the dust you had kicked up during the fight. “where’s daddy?”

“talking to auntie katara and uncle aang,” izumi said happily as she crawled up to your chest and nuzzled her head into your neck. “daddy said i had to go to bed, but i wanted to wait for you to wake up.”

izumi was surprisingly well spoken for a four year old—maybe it was all the time she spent in the palace, heating everyone talk so officially to one another.

“is it night time, zumi?”

the toddler nodded. “way past bedtime.”

you scoop her up and hold her like a baby against your barely clothed chest. “why don’t you go to sleep, firefly?” you suggested. “mommy won’t let go of you as long as you sleep.”

it didn’t take long for her to drift off once she was securely in your arms. when zuko didn’t hear her usual chaos, he came to your bedchambers to look for her, instead finding you awake and holding your sleeping daughter.

you looked at zuko warily. you couldn’t remember much, just the way that sweat curled your hair to your forehead and the immense fear and rage that swallowed you whole. “what happened?”

“we were fighting pili and his rebels,” zuko explained, taking the spot beside you in the bed. “he pulled your hair and you… flew up and were throwing white fire at him. you tried to kill him, y/n.”

the memory flooded back all at once, the root of your hair pulling against your scalp at pili’s hand, the heat lapping your face as zuko tried to reason with you, zuko carrying you down from your high ground.

zuko leaned his head gently atop of yours. “y/n, what happened?”

“my father,” you said, tears brimming against your lashes. “they hit me, you know that. but they also…”

you trailed off, the words caught in the back of your throat. you had never said it out loud before, not to zuko or to anyone. but you didn’t have to. katara didn’t tell him anything, but when she didn’t say anything, he pieced it together.

“oh,” was all zuko said. “and when pili pulled your hair-“

“it was like i was back in that house, chained up and- and powerless,” you explained, now crying. “zuko, im so sorry.”

he shook his head and cradled your body against his. “don’t apologize. nothing happened to me, and pili is fine for a man spending ten years in prison.”

“i shouldn’t have lost control like that,” you insisted. “i mean, zumi pulls my hair all the time and that’s never happened. i’m normally in control.”

zuko nodded. “yes, love. but it’s different when our thirty pound daughter pulls your hair while she plays and when a two hundred pound man yanks it to get the upper hand are two different situations.”

you traced the slope of izumi’s face. “what if i lose control like that again around her?” you asked and she stirred in your arms.

placing a kiss on your head, zuko reassured you, “you won’t.”

“how do you know?”

“because i know you,” he responded simply. “and i know how much you love izumi, and what happened today was an isolated incident.”

you stared into your daughter’s perfect face and wondered how anyone could hurt their child, the one thing they were supposed to love unconditionally. you couldn’t imagine ever hurting your daughter and you knew, deep down, that despite the unpredictability of your flashbacks and their effect on your bending, that it wouldn’t happen around izumi.

“it wouldn’t be an isolated incident,” you said quietly, “if i saw him again. i think i would kill him.”

zuko, unsure what to say, held you closer to him and kissed your head again. “and h will be tight there to carry you home after,” he said finally. “i know who you are and you’re so powerful.”

you nestled into his chest, izumi still cradled into you, clutching the edge of the robe that separated the skin of your chest from her soft cheek.

you spent the night like that, slumped against zuko’s chest, izumi slumped against yours. his inner flame pooled in his stomach, fueled by anger toward your father, hatred for you mother for letting it happen.

zuko canceled the rest of his meetings with the grand council and invited katara and aang to stay at the palace in case you ended up needing a healer. all week, the palace staff brought food to your chambers, izumi’s teachers did her lessons from the foot of your bed, and all of them allowed you to remain in your bube with your perfect little family; the family that taught you love doesn’t have to hurt.

[zutophslut]

Hey there. Can I request an Aang x reader fic where the reader is in denial about her feelings for Aang but at the same time is yearning for him, maybe she's the one who finally kisses him first?

more than friends

aang x reader, fem!reader, firebender!reader, fluff, light angst, friends to lovers, childhood(ish) friends, (allegedly) one-sided feelings, love confessions, first kiss, implied kataang (brushed over), best friend!kyoshi warriors

words: 2.3k

lowercase intended, kind of proofread

synopsis: on a trip to kyoshi island with aang, you confess the feelings you’ve been denying for years.

a/n: this was so fun for me to write :P requests are open!!!

you and aang just finished sparring. sweat trickled down your forehead, pooling at the collar of your tunic. you watched from across the courtyard as aang wiped his own sweaty face on a towel, biting your lip as you concentrated on his tall, muscular build.

“what do you think about ditching training tomorrow and going out to kyoshi with me?” aang asked, turning around to face you.

you stammered, afraid he may have caught you staring at him. “who, um me?”

his face broke into a grin. “yes you, y/n. i promised you forever ago i would take you to ride the elephant koi,” aang said. “as the avatar, i have an obligation to the people to keep my promises.”

you giggled and nodded. “okay, we can go to kyoshi. for two days, and that’s it. we really should keep training.”

“it’s a date!”

you watched as he turned back, pulling his tunic and robes on. you could watch the way his skin pulled taut over his muscles all day, you thought. which was weird, because you couldn’t exactly pinpoint when your attraction started.

you had learned, many years ago, that the spirits tricked fate quite well. growing up in the fire nation, you should never have met the avatar. everyone hate him, he was wanted as a traitor of the fire nation, as a criminal of war. but then, he showed up at your school and called himself kuzon, and invited you and your friends to a dance party in the cave he was staying in at the time. it was easier than you thought; running away from home to travel the world with the avatar, intent on helping him end the oppressive rule of your motherland.

the relationship between you and aang was easy, unencumbered by the war which raged on around you. you taught him the basics of firebending until zuko, closer to a master than you were, joined the group. aang dedicated himself to mastering firebending and taking down the fire lord, but unbeknownst to you, he silently dedicated himself to you. after the end of the hundred year war, aang decided to continue training his firebending with you under the guise of allowing zuko peace to rebuild the fire nation.

now at twenty, aang was still a little ways away from mastering firebending, and you had feelings other than friendship festering in the pit of your stomach for the boy who had been intentionally dragging out his training to spend more time with you.

you couldn’t like him as anything more than a friend. he was your student, you were his master. besides, you couldn’t picture a world in which aang would have feelings for, well, you. it made much more sense for him to take an interest in katara; she was the one who discovered him in the iceberg, and they both shared, in a sense, the loss of their cultures. plus katara was gorgeous, and you didn’t think you measured up to her beauty, aside from the fact that your people were directly responsible for aang’s lost culture.

as you readied yourself to leave for kyoshi island, you decided that nothing would happen between you and aang. there was nothing there anyways, you convinced yourself.

the next day, aang helped you up into appa’s saddle and took the reins.

“have you ever been to kyoshi?” he asked as appa ascended into the sky.

you shook your head. “no, but after all the stories suki has told me, it sounds like a great little island,” you said, smiling around your words. “is it true you rode the unagi?”

he nodded cockily. “yea, i’m something of an adventurous avatar, if i do say so myself.”

cocking your head to the side, you shook him a jokingly wary look. “i think kuruk might have you beat.”

“well, he’s technically me and i’m technically him.”

you laughed. “fine, whatever you say,” you conceded, “but i am not getting on the unagi. i am drawing the line firmly in the kyoshi beach sand, i’m only riding an elephant koi.”

he turned back to look at you, earnestness coating his smooth features. “y/n, i would never make you do something you don’t want to do.”

your eyes met his, locked together in an unbreakable gaze as appa kept his own course toward kyoshi island. it was moments like these that made your resolve falter. moments where warmth pooled in your stomach at the prospect of something more with him, anything more with him.

but you shouldn’t have had feelings for him. you couldn’t have feelings for him and you knew you weren’t going to. at least, you prayed to agni above that you had the strength to hold your resolve.

“you’re a good friend, aang,” you said, willing the point to drive itself firmly into your mind.

he was just a friend.

aang smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. he turned back to face the landscape in front of appa and a tense silence settled between you, laden with longing and regret.

why had you said that? did you really need to call him a ‘good friend’?

what felt like hours later, you finally landed on the shore of kyoshi island. the kyoshi warriors met you on the beach, ty lee happily in their ranks.

“sorry avatar,” suki drawled. “we’re borrowing y/n for a little bit before you go showboating your elephant koi riding skills.”

you linked arms with suki and the other warriors, and they yanked you toward their training barracks. “you’re going to ride the elephant koi?” ty lee asked incredulously.

laughing, you nodded. “i’m a sucker.”

you all settled onto the floor of the barracks in a circle. “tell me about it,” suki said. “i have gone to the south pole four times in the last two months. and these uniforms are not impermeable.”

“how are things with you and aang?” ty lee cooed. she practically clung to you, you had gotten close after the end of the war, bonding over the deconstruction of your fire nation upbringing. “have you told him how you feel?”

you flippantly waved your hand in ty lee’s face. “i don’t feel anything that warrants telling him!”

one of the other kyoshi warriors snickered. “you were all ga-ga eyed at him when he helped you off of appa.”

“no, we’re just friends. i was not ga-ga eyed, nor slack jawed, so don’t even say it suki,” you butted in. “we’re just friends. i’m his teacher.”

suki shrugged. “do you want me to tell you about the last time he came by kyoshi to ride the unagi?” she offered smugly. “well, he came by and said he needed an adrenaline rush. then he disrobed and got in the water, you know all shirtless and wet, and riding on the back of a gigantic, murderous fish like it was nothing.”

your heart thundered against your chest, picturing a shirtless aang dipping into the water on the shores of kyoshi, mounting the back of the unagi, and dominating it like it was nothing. briefly, somewhere in the back of your mind, you questioned whether riding the unagi and elephant koi was animal cruelty, but logic was quickly overruled by the image you were conjuring up in your mind. and what a good image it was.

“oh, for spirits’ sake, would you just tell him how you feel?” ty lee exclaimed, gripping your cheeks and turning your head haphazardly so the other girls could see your face. “you’re in love.”

you brushed ty lee’s hands off your face. “no, i’m not. now, aang is waiting for me and i’m done entertaining this conversation.”

suki nodded towards you. “make sure to lose a few layers first, eh?”

you walked back toward the beach, cursing the spirits and agni that you were so expressive around everyone but him. maybe if he know of your true feelings, he would make the first move so you wouldn’t have to. but then, you were still trying to negotiate with your heart because it was true that no feelings were easier to manage than the ones you had for him.

aang sat on the edge of the beach, staring into the water. he could sense the unagi far out in the water, elephant koi circled each other closer to the shore. he could feel your footsteps against the shifting sand. as you got closer, you knew suki was right (and you figured riding elephant koi in your robes probably wasn’t a good idea), so you undid the clasp of your maroon robe and slid out of your pants and tunic as you walked down the beach, leaving behind you a trail of clothes and shoes until you were just in your undergarments.

“let’s see this avatar promise keeping,” you said, stopping behind him. “i’m ready to ride the elephant koi.”

aang smiled and pulled you close to him, happy to feel your skin against his. he waterbent the two of you out to where the elephant koi were. he showed you how to coax them to the surface and how to mount it.

he demonstrated a few times before turning to ask you, “are you ready to try it by yourself?”

you shook your head. “i’m starting to think that maybe i’m just supposed to watch you ride it.”

“i won’t make you do it if you don’t want to,” aang started, “but i can tell you want to. here, i’ll ride with you.”

he called one of the koi to the surface and hoisted you unto its back before he mounted it himself, sitting in front of you. “hold on!” he shouted.

cocky, you thought you could manage without wrapping your arms around him, but as the koi bucked under the weight of you two and you faltered with the sudden jerking motion, you quickly snaked your arms around aang. you tried not to think about the contour of his muscles, or the way they felt under your fingertips, but you knew you could stay like this forever.

eventually, after you rode an elephant koi by yourself, you two made your way back to shore. aang propelled you forward with his bending as you paddled back to shore.

“i didn’t think to bring any towels,” aang said, his eyes taking over your soaking wet frame, admiring the way your hair curled up from the water and the way your undergarments clung to your skin. “sorry.”

you shrugged. “i’m sure the girls can scrounge some up back at the island.”

a silence settled between you and aang’s gaze shifted from admiration to one like a puppy who had just lost his favorite toy.

“why did you say that earlier?” he asked, his voice not much louder than a whisper. you almost didn’t hear him over the roaring waves.

you blinked in surprise, almost flinching. “say what?”

he huffed. “come on, y/n. you know what i’m talking about. don’t make me say it.”

“i- i don’t know,” you answer honestly. the answer feels like a cop out, but you genuinely can’t think of another reason why. “i’m scared aang.”

aang moved closer to you, placing his hands firmly on your arms. “what are you scared of?”

his genuine tone and your fear, your crumbling resolve swirled together intoxicatingly. leaning forward, you bridge the small gap between you and press your lips to his.

the kiss starts off slow and gentle, then deepens as his hands make their way to your hair, angling your head back to give himself a better vantage point. one of your hands cupped his face, the other wrapped around his neck, caressing the back of his head.

when you two finally pulled apart, you leaned back to look at him. aang’s cheeks were pink, his lips were swollen, and his eyes remained unwaveringly locked on your face. “what were you scared of?” he asked again.

“of loving you,” you whispered. if the waves were any louder, they would have drowned you out entirely. “i’m scared of loving you because i can’t imagine losing you. and i never thought that you would-“

“that i would love you too?” aang asked, pulling you in again and planting a kiss on your forehead. “why do you think i stopped training with zuko? or why i even bothered with firebending after i hurt katara?”

you smiled weakly. “because you’re the avatar?”

“because of you,” he said softly. “it’s always been you.”

you shook your head. “stop.”

“why?”

“i don’t want to lose you because i was too- too stupid to stay in control,” you said slowly. “because i’m an idiot who can’t keep her feelings to herself.”

aang shook his head and pulled you in for another kiss, tame in comparison to the one you shared before.

“you’re never going to lose me,” he said. “will you just say it already?”

you scoffed playfully and rolled your eyes. “fine, i love you!”

he smiled and kissed you again and again and again, peppering your face with kisses. “i love you, too!” he said, laughing between his words, incandescently happy.

you walked back to the island together hand in hand. as suki passed you towels and a sidelong, ‘i told you so’ look.

you rolled your eyes at her, then looked up at aang, smiling so widely, you were sure your face was going to get stuck like that.

it felt nice to no longer be in denial about your feelings for him, freeing in a way you had never felt before, even when you ran away from the fire nation.

you were in love with aang, and a part of you always had been. you would love him for his entire lifetime, and his next one after that.

[zutophslut]

what's easy is hard

sokka x fem!reader, earthbender!reader, fluff, pregnancy, stubborn!reader

words: 2.07k

lower case intended

synopsis: sokka is a doting father-to-be and you are a hyper-independent earthbender struggling to accept sokka's help.

a/n: this is longer than i thought it was going to be, but cest la vie, i think it's really cute and entirely self-indulgent

you remember the day you met sokka as clear as the days in the south pole. it was after he stormed into your five-seven-five society meeting with all the confidence of a platypus bear and tried to one up your teacher. despite his error in the poetic structure of his last haiku, you thought it was funny and found him outside covered in clay colored dust after the bouncer threw him out.

“looks like someone else got rocked, huh?” you asked with a laugh, extending your arm to help him out of the dirt.

he sheepishly raked a hand over the back of his head. “i’m starting to gather that we can’t all be winners,” he said. “i’m sokka.”

“pronounced with an ‘okka,’” you said, referencing his disastrous last attempt at a haiku. “i’m y/n.”

you could remember how it felt to burst into the house he and his friends were staying in in the upper ring, only to find it completely deserted after they fled from the dai li and princess azula. you felt just as empty as the upper ring guest house was.

after the war and fire lord zuko’s coronation, sokka came back to the five-seven-five academy hoping to find you. he looked war torn and earnest.

“i almost just died and the whole time, all i could think about while i was hanging from the ledge of a war ship was how i didn’t say goodbye to you, y/n,” sokka said breathlessly. “i don’t know how many syllables that was, but i really hope you’ll let me start over because i missed you so much.”

wiping a tear from your eye, you threw yourself at sokka. “i never cared about the syllables, all i cared about was you.”

now, eleven years after the end of the war you found yourself married to sokka, living with him in the southern water tribe. you never envisioned yourself as the wife of a chief or nobleman, especially not one from a nation that only experienced one season: frigid, barren winters. but katara and aang came to visit often, and you had made friends with girls in the village, so the fact of your relocation to the southern water tribe wasn’t as horrible as you once thought it might turn out to be.

besides, now you were starting a family. katara, aang, and a toddling bumi temporarily relocated to the southern water tribe for the duration of your pregnancy. katara helped you alter your traditionally earth kingdom green, fur lined tunics to fit the swell your pregnant belly. she shared with you all the little tips and tricks for managing pregnancy that she learned while pregnant with bumi; which herbal teas helped ebb the constant morning sickness, how to sleep comfortably with the added circumference, and where to find the best ointments to apply to your belly so the skin didn’t stretch so badly.

at night, sokka laid his head on your lap and caressed your belly, whispering to the baby like they had private jokes already.

“what do you want for dinner?” sokka asked, standing in the kitchen like a man on a mission.

you looked at him, your face flat. “sokka you can’t cook.”

he shrugged. “i really don’t mind it,” he said. “can’t have my girl and the mom to my offspring slaving away in the kitchen.”

“no, i mean like you physically can not cook,” you said, annoyance slick in your voice. “the last time you insisted on cooking for me, the waterbenders had to drench the rafters.”

you threw your hand in the direction of the charred rafters exasperatedly. “why don’t you just let me cook?”

“because you shouldn’t be exerting yourself,” sokka stated like it was obvious. “you’re growing a child, you shouldn’t have to worry about having to feed me too!”

you stood up from the table and went into the kitchen. “sokka, you can’t cook!” you shouted. “spirits, help me. i am pregnant, sokka, not an invalid.”

suddenly, as if the rest of the village heard your tiff, there was a knock on the door. katara invited herself in. “bumi is going through a stubborn eating phase,” she ventured gently. “i made steamed sea prunes and aang smoked some fish. we would love to have you guys over so we don’t have to keep all this food our son won’t eat.”

you nodded grudgingly. “that sounds nice,” you said, forcing yourself to smile at katara. “i have a meeting with the earth kingdom council tomorrow, so there’s really not time to deal with a fire tonight. are you sure aang doesn’t mind me bringing appa to gaoling?”

“not at all!” she said cheerily. “appa will be happy to get out of the cold for a while.”

sokka pulled you back gently by your hand. he was rubbing his hand on the back of his head and smiling the way he did when he knew he screwed up. “what on earth did you do, sokka?” you groaned.

“i canceled your meeting with the earth kingdom council,” he said sheepishly.

he braced himself to be yelled at but instead, you buried your head in your hands and started sobbing. pregnancy hormones were most certainly not being kind to you.

sokka reached to hug you, but you swatted his hands away, sobbing so hard that you were certain your tears would freeze to your face. “why would you do that?”

“well, i heard that it’s not good for ladies to travel by air when they’re, you know, with child,” sokka explained. “and to get to gaoling any other way wasn’t suitable to your condition either, so i canceled your meeting until the earth council could come here to meet with you.”

you rubbed your face on the sleeve of your warm tunic, streaking it with snot and tears. “the earth council doesn’t travel, sokka! i was supposed to meet with them to improve our trade relationship!” you cried in his direction. “now they’re not going to think a new trade agreement is worth it!”

sokka looked past you to katara who was watching your interaction with your husband with bated breath. “i don’t get what the big deal is,” he said to his sister, who rolled her eyes in response.

“the big deal is that i’m a dignitary now since you had to go take over as chief!” you shouted. “that was an important meeting!”

katara came forward and wrapped her arm around you. “sokka, why don’t you go have dinner with dad and bato tonight?” she suggested. “there’s supposed to be a storm blowing in, so y/n will stay with us.”

“you really just expect me to—”

katara glared at him as you cried. “just go!”

she led you back to her home with aang, and you barely managed to compose yourself before entering. as soon as he saw you, bumi crawled furiously to you and pulled himself up with the ends of your warm robes.

"ga ga ga," he babbled, stuffing the fur lined corner into his toothless, gummy mouth.

you reach down to scoop him up and press a big kiss on the top of his head, your nose lingering for a second to take in his sweet, sweaty baby scent. holding the little boy made you all the more ready to welcome your own child, who was a short month and a half away from making its entrance into the world.

finally, addressing the elephant in the room, you turn to katara. "you've known him longer than me," you start. "what is his problem?"

"he's just worried about you, that's all," katara said. "granted, it's a little misguided, but he really does care for you."

"but i'm not dying, i'm not sick," you return. "i'm just pregnant."

katara shrugged and started dishing out dinner for the four of them, ladeling out a bowl of only broth for bumi. "i went into labor on the back of appa and aang went ballistic," she said with a ghost of a smile.

he came into the room and smiled. "well, when your wife starts screaming in pain and breathing like there's an unextinguishable flame, it's a little hard to remain levelheaded."

you all sat down to dinner and bumi dumped his bowl of broth on you and tried to stick his grubby little fingers into your bowl. he pulled out a sea prune and gummed on it happily.

across the village, sokka ate stew with hakoda and bato. "she just doesn't let me help her or do anything," he complained between hearty slurps of his meal. "she is just so.... so.... stubborn!"

"well, she is pregnant," bato said obviously. "if i had to gain twenty pounds and go through labor, i probably wouldn't be receptive to much of anything, let alone being the wife of the chief."

"but i'm just trying to help!" sokka continued to complain. "like, i went out of my way to correspond with the earth council to rearrange her meeting for her, and then she cries and yells at me for it. i did it for her, not to trap her here or something."

hakoda's even voice cut through his thoughts. "when your mother was pregnant with you, sokka, i tried to make her life as easy as possible. i did the laundry, i built onto the side of our home, i cooked dinner."

"and i'm sure mom was super appreciative."

hakoda shook his head. "if she could waterbend, she would have frozen me solid she was so sick of me," he said with a laugh. "because all that help i tried to give her just made more work for her. i stripped the clothes of their color, i ripped just about all of my pants while building the extension on the house, and i gave her food poisoning at least twice."

"and you also have to think about y/n being here," bato pointed out. "she's not from our tribe, she's from the earth kingdom. there's more to do there, her family is there, and all of her friends from during the war all live there. she's sacrificed a lot to be here with you, the least you could do is let her cook dinner for herself."

sokka sat quietly. "so you're saying that i need to ease up because it's all just gonna be more work for her anyway?"

both of the older men nodded, and sokka finished his bowl before setting off to find you at katara and aang's. the wind whipped around him and snow was beginning to flurry down from the sky as he ran through the snowbanks.

he burst through the door, expecting to find you still upset and talking to katara about him, but instead the sight he found warmed him up from his chilly trip to katara's house. on a sofa in the main room of the house, you were curled up with a hand-stitched blanket thrown over your legs. baby bumi was cuddled into your chest, refusing to go to sleep with his own parents, instead settling into the crook of your neck.

he walks through the house and knocks gently on katara and aang’s door, frightened of waking you. “how is she?”

“still pissed, but you better thank the spirits i have a cute and needy baby,” katara said with a laugh. “seriously, sokka. you need to lighten up about her pregnancy. and for the love of the spirits, please fix what you did with the earth council meeting.” 

sokka nodded. “i know, i messed up.”

aang propped himself up on his shoulders, nudging katara with his leg. “she really loves you man,” he said. “and she loves doing things that will help your tribe become closer with her people. let her help.” 

“thanks aang,” he nodded. 

“now let me spend some quality time with my wife while someone else has our baby,” he said. 

sokka shuddered and closed the door. “i’m spending the night here with y/n, so keep your noises to a minimum.” 

he came back out to the main room and sat in the empty space beside your head. you shifted as his weight settled into the sofa and your body readjusted unconsciously, your head fitting perfectly in the space between his hip and his leg. bumi cooed and he placed a hand on your belly. 

“i’m gonna fix everything,” he said quietly. “i promise.” 

[zutophslut]

ZUTOPH??? IN THIS ECONOMY??? okay. i love you. and i have a request: zuko telling toph he’s blind in his scarred eye and her asking him what it’s like to be able to see anything at all. what colors are like. if… if she’s pretty… oh im a slut for them too in all the ways there are…

nonny i love you too thx for the request!!

no prettier sight

toph x zuko, fluff, vacation on ember island, lowkey situationship, blind4blind-ish romance

words: 1.4k

lowercase intended, not proofread

synopsis: after a beach day, zuko finally tells toph that he’s blind in one eye. fluff ensues.

toph flung herself down on the sofa in the main room of zuko’s ember island vacation house. she’d spent enough time in the house to know the exact position of all the furniture and decorative greenery. it was hot—no, it was boiling—outside, and toph and zuko had just come back from the beach. she had sand, it seemed, in every crevice of her body. she was hot and tired, and the sofa was all too inviting.

zuko watched from the entryway, astounded at toph’s abilities. he’d always loved her seismic sense, but the way she moved with confidence and familiarity stunned him.

“are you just gonna stand over there, sparky, or are you gonna come join me?” toph asked, her blank gaze fixed in his direction.

zuko shrugged off his robe, only in shorts and his sandals, and moved across the room. he stretched his long body across the sofa, his head resting in toph’s lap, as if it were the most natural thing for him to do. zuko’s long hair cascaded down his back and curled at the base of his neck, slick from the heat and the water of the beach.

toph shifted under the weight, her feet rubbing on the marble floor in a smooth, frictionless manner. “i don’t know how you can bear the heat,” she griped. “it’s like a million degrees outside.”

he shrugged, then snaked his arms around her waist. “it’s nothing like the heat of caldera was when my father was fire lord.”

a silence hung between them, the mutual understanding between the children ot neglectful, yet overbearing parents. toph ran her fingers over the slopes of zuko’s face, tucking hair behind his ear, tracing the charred flesh of his scar. she silently cursed the spirits for making her blind, or for never giving her the temporary gift of sight, because she could tell that zuko’s beauty was worth seeing.

he melted into her touch. “you’re amazing,” he said quietly, his good eye focused on toph’s gentle face.

“i know,” toph said as nonchalantly as she could manage, but her heart pounded in her chest.

zuko shifted, his hair falling away from his face, giving toph better access to his skin. “you know, i’m blind too.”

she scoffed, “yeah, right. it’s not nice to lie to a blind girl, sparky.”

he laughed lightly. “no, really.” zuko guided toph’s hand to his left eye, which was permanently squinted. “when my father challenged me to an agni kai and scarred my face, he damaged my eye.”

“can you see at all?” toph asked, feeling around his eye.

“i can make out shapes, but i can’t see anything more than that,” he said. “it’s a shame, because i’d love to see you with both eyes, to take in all your beauty.”

a blush crept across toph’s cheeks. “don’t say that, you dunderhead.” she swatted at his face, hitting his wrist as he reached up to touch her face.

zuko smirked, his hand getting lost in toph’s long black hair, which she hadn’t bothered to style that morning. “what would you like me to say instead?”

“tell me about colors.”

he twirled her hair around his fingers as he thought. “well, red is the color we have the most of in the fire nation. it’s hot, like fire, but it’s also sweet like fire lilies,” he explained. “blue is the color of the ocean and the sky during the day. katara and sokka wear blue. i think it would smell like salt.”

toph snickered. “colors can have smells?”

“well, it’s more like a smell is associated with a color,” zuko offered. “like panda lilies smell like my mother’s perfume, and red smells like panda lilies.”

he took in toph’s features. she was enthralled by what he was saying. she’d never known colors to be this versatile or important. toph had never even known colors.

as she caressed the side of zuko’s face, she leaned back against the sofa and closed her eyes, propping her head up with her free hand. “what else?”

“pink is the color of blush, when that heat settles on your cheeks. it would smell like cherry blossoms,” he said. “and brown smells like soil. a lot of the earth you bend is brown. your tunics are mostly green, they smell like sage and earth. and yellow, yellow is my favorite color. it’s like the sun, all warm and happy.”

toph imagined what all of the colors he described might look like, but she had no frame of reference. she hadn’t seen the fire nation robes, or the sun, or fire lilies. toph, frustrated, took her hand away from his face.

“did you mean it?” she asked abruptly.

he sat up, turning around to fully face her. his hand still tangled in her hair, cupping the back of her skull. “what do you mean?”

toph sighed and brushed her bangs away from her face. “nevermind, it’s stupid.”

“tell me,” zuko said in earnest. he unwound his hand from toph’s hair and tracing her jaw. “i want to know.”

she pouted. it felt stupid to say out loud, to ask if she was pretty. of course he thought she was pretty, or else she probably wouldn’t have been sitting on the sofa in his ember island house with a healthy coating of sand covering her body. she had never cared about being pretty before, she had always shrugged it away when katara told her she was pretty, but now, sitting in front of zuko, toph was unsure.

he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to toph’s lips. “tell me,” he said again.

toph sighed, head now swimming with a distinct lack of inhibition. “do you…” she trailed off. zuko kissed her again, then looked at her expectantly. “gah! do you think i’m pretty?”

zuko’s hand cupped the side of toph’s face, his eyes bore into her skin with the heat of a thousand suns, and he thanked the spirits for putting toph beifong on his couch, at this time, so he could tell her what he thought.

“toph,” zuko started. his voice carried that same earnest tone. “i don’t think pretty is the right word. no, you’re something more than pretty. you’re… you’re breathtaking. there’s no prettier sight than you, toph.”

she let out a sigh, and leaned into his touch, softening entirely. “will you tell me what i look like?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “

toph suddenly felt exposed, sitting in front of zuko in her fire nation maroon swim clothes; a tight bandeau and a pair of short shorts.

“you’re pretty short. you only come up to my elbow,” he started, “you have long black hair, like me, but yours is usually up in a bun with a headband that matches your tunic. your skin is pale, but when you blush it gets all pink. your eyes should be green, but they’re glazed over because, well, you know. you are very muscular, which is probably why you win every time we spar.”

toph laughed. “or maybe i win every time because you suck.”

he couldn’t help but laugh. “way to ruin a tender moment,” he teased. “but, toph. you’re really, really beautiful.”

she leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. “thanks, sparky. now tell me what you look like.”

“i’m so much taller than you,” zuko said with a laugh. “i have long hair, like yours. mine is black, too. i usually wear half of my hair in a bun, with a fire nation emblem pinned in it.”

toph reached back out toward his face. “what does your scar look like?”

zuko took her hand and placed it against his face. “it’s red, lighter on the outside and darker on the inside. my eye is squinted, like it’s half shut.”

“and i know you’re muscular,” toph said, moving her hand down his arm and giving his bare bicep a squeeze. “otherwise, i might not be sitting here listening to you yap about how gorgeous you are,” she teased.

he leaned forward and kissed her softly. “you know, you’re prettier than i am.”

“i should be so lucky,” she managed between kisses.

zuko pulled back, holding her face in his big hands. “you are the best view i will ever have, even if i won’t ever fully see you.”