#aang reader insert

[fandom-smutty-shots]

The gaang kissing their s/o for the first time

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Characters: Toph, Katara, Azula, Aang, Zuko, and Sokka

Warnings: None!! Maybe one suggestive inner monologue sentence, but that's it!

A/N: Can you tell I have a crush on Azula?

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Toph Beifong

Toph would kiss you so hard it would take your breath away.

It would last for minutes as she roughly devoured you, finally giving in to feelings she had for years, and showing you exactly how much she liked you.

Katara

Fuck would Katara be passionate.

She would realize she had feelings one day while you ate dinner by the campfire.

Everyone had turned in for the night, but the two of you had been blabbering on about random stuff all night, your meals forgotten in your hands as you chatted.

She would suddenly see how beautiful you were, how perfect every word you said was, how much your moving lips called her name.

She would lean in and hold both sides of your face, admiring your confusion only for a moment before catching your lips in hers, kissing you like it was the last day on earth.

Azula

Azula would be yelling at you when it happened. She was pissed about some stupid little thing that had nothing to do with you, and yet she took it out on you.

You finally snapped at her to stop, that you didn't deserve her anger.

She would pin you up against the wall, both you wrists in her iron grip as she would growl, "what did you just say to me?"

"I said, be nicer," you would shoot back.

And with that, she kissed you, her anger melting as she softened against your lips. When she finally pulls away, she'll tease you again.

"Nice enough for you, (Y/n)?"

Aang

You know you'd be the one to initiate your first kiss with Aang. He may be brave on the battlefield, but when it came to love, he was a bit of a wuss.

You knew it was because he had no experience; he spent his entire childhood fighting the old fire lord. He may have flirted with Katara, but you didn't think it had ever gone anywhere.

So when you pressed your lips to his for a quick, surprise peck, you were the one that was surprised as he blew a gust of wind at you, knocking you off your feet.

"Crap!" Aang swore, hurrying to help you up. "I'm so sorry! You caught me off guard!"

"Clearly."

"Can we try that again?"

Zuko

Zuko and she had finally broken up.

They'd been together for years, and you had been pining from the sidelines for just as long.

As he cried on your shoulder, you tried not to think about what you wanted to do to him, knowing it was selfish timing.

Despite this, during one of your conversations, as you were leaned in and telling him he would find someone who is perfect for him, he leaned in and captured your lips in his, roughly moving against you and pulling you closer.

You finally broke away, gasping.

"We can't do this yet, please. You're still in love with..."

"Oh, (Y/n). You have no idea who I'm in love with."

Sokka

Sokka would throw you the perfect dinner. He would plan your first kiss days in advance, determined to make it perfect.

Of course, Katara was the one who cooked it, but it's the thought that counts, right?

When the moment came, after a perfect night and a beautiful walk across the beach, he would gently grasp your waist on either side and pull you in.

He'd connect his forehead to yours before touching noses, and finally, leaning in for your lips. It would be slow and meaningful, and he would rub your back while he kissed you.

It would be the perfect end to the perfect night.

[keenzinemugstudent]

Okay okay but hear me now imagine you the reader you're traveling with Katara, Sokka and Aang along the way you get up your fortune told by Aunt Woo Who told you in the future you will be married to a great and powerful Lord, you of course don't see that happening cuz you don't really have an interest in dating let alone marriage and didn't see yourself as someone worth being loved years go by you and Zuko are friends even though it was hard for you to get used to him being part of the group you two were civil and as you guys got older and became closer to the point that the other word was involved you like Zuko he loved you and you guys hit your twenties he started giving you gifts and other stuff, Katara mentioned that he might be courting you which you were confused about then she mentioned about the time you all went to Aunt Wou and about your Fortune then you start to remember that you were to marry a Lord of course you didn't take this seriously and just shrugged it off and just told Katara that there's no way possible and that you didn't believe it but the whole conversation makes you not be able to sleep at night cuz now you're now in your room pacing that you might get married to Zuko who's the only Lord that you are well acquainted with and around your age it's to the point you start avoiding him and being awkward, and yes he is courting you and is planning to ask you to marry him in the near future when every is right and wants to ask your parents or guardians blessings

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

Scarred Beauty

Pairing: Zuko x Fem!Reader

Word count: 809

Summary: It had almost become a tradition for you and Zuko to talk after the sun had gone down, leaving the both of you wrapped in a blanket of secrecy. But after Zuko falls asleep a little too early, it leaves you to wonder.

Bingo: @eclipsingbingo with 'Tracing Scars'

When you first met Zuko, you honestly thought he was trying to kill you. The way his lip would curl up upon laying his eyes on you, or how he would single you out in a fight so he could make sure he was the only one who had a shot at you, it all made every moment between the two of you dreadful and when he decided to join your 'team' you could only think of the worst case scenario.

But now, now that you've got to know Zuko without the usual heat that came with his arrival or the scornful glare that he had to keep up, he was starting to grow on you.

It hadn't been instant, you, but probably Katara, took the longest to warm up to him. It was hard to look past all the times he had tried to capture you, burn you alive, hunt you down and even sell you out, but once you had tried, you felt your efforts rewarded tenfold as Zuko did his best to get to know you.

His mannerisms have changed a lot since the first time you met him. Instead of the brash, whiny and impatient prince who needed to get his way, you were met with a gentle, intelligent and peaceful warrior who had joined the fight against the Fire Nation.

He had grown more protective, making sure no one got hurt and always seeking you out first to check for injuries. He offered his guidance to both Aang and whoever else would take it, leading to the two of you bending together. Whenever the two of you would, due to your clashing elements, it always put on quite the show for the others as they watched fire try to wash away water.

It was how you believed you ended up here, lying beneath a sea of stars. The two of you were side by side, the others quite a distance away as they slept peacefully, getting ready for a day of adventure. Not the two of you though. You both had grown accustomed to the late-night talks that you weren't sure who had first started them.

It was such a regular occurrence that if one of you noticed the other one waiting out, you would rush the night along, getting into positions like you were currently in. Even the rest of the gang had grown used to this and wouldn't question it if the two of you went off together or when they awoke they found you both laying next to each other somewhere.

The topics that you would speak about were vast, never being a copy of the night before. You had spoken about what it had been like growing up and how your childhoods had varied, though you both found comfort in one another for a feeling of isolation. Talk of tradition and training, even gossip that the other would have a hard time following along with. Whatever could be spoken about had been.

Except for the large scar that took up a good chunk of Zuko's face. You had never felt the need to ask, even now, as you had turned away from the stars above to face Zuko, the older boy asleep far too early than he would've liked to be, you couldn't bring yourself to ever ask. If it was something that Zuko would ever want to talk about, then he would bring it up himself. But since that was yet to happen, you kept any topic of conversation far from it.

That didn't stop you from staring at it now. Even in the darkness, it was a large contrast from the rest of his face. For so long you had only ever allowed your eyes to briefly linger on the scar, only ever allowed your eyes to trace the corners of it and take it in. But now, a delicate hand reached forward and with a feather-light tip of your finger, your skin came in contact with his scared.

Where others may have seen brutality or felt disgust and pity at the sight, you couldn't help but wonder how such a large portion of his face seemed to bring so much life to Zuko's being, how though it may hide the beauty that may have once been there, a new beauty bloomed with it.

Only when you were satisfied did you draw your hand away. You had done enough looking for tonight. Instead, you curled in on yourself, trying to store as much heat as you could for the night, not wanting to leave Zuko's side.

And when the others found the two of you wrapped around one another in the morning, they turned a blind eye and allowed the both of you to come to your own senses and figure out the mess you were both slowly creating.

[simps4aang]

People on here be saying how one of the most powerful benders of all time being with the avatar is too much of a power imbalance meanwhile there's me who wishes to be a plain middle class non bending village girl who the avatar falls for like- 😭

[nebbyy]

Omg I’m so excited you’ve decided to start requests!!!

I was wondering if you vibe with the idea of an Aang X f!reader. Where Aang kind of explores his anger? Maybe a little jealousy and rage but still a nice guy. Very much like Percy Jackson being a powerful rage guy but when relaxed he’s like a skater boy with no stress?

Aang x reader - That voice in his head

A/N: thank you so much for the support! I honestly didn't expect for one of the first requests I was gonna receive was gonna be of a fic for any character from AtLA, but I'm not surprised at all because I haven't interacted with this fandom in a long time!! I absolutely LOVE your idea and it was so fun writing it! 

Also really important, the pic I choose for this fic is from pinterest, I have no idea where it comes from, who made it, whether is a photoshop or a cosplayer,.... if you've got any information about who to crediti for the pic lemme know so that I can give credit to whoever made it!

Summary: you and Aang have been together for some time now, and all seems to be absolutely perfect. All, except for that little voice in the back of Aang’s head, one that made him think- overthink actually, and that made him act...

Warning: actions made out of jealousy, Aang acts in a way that might be considered as self destructive but it's nothing worrying don't worry. also the amount of fluff in this one might be considered to be a warning itself lmao

Word count: 2001

The day had started in the best of ways. Having all been so tired the night before, no one even noticed that you and Aang were snuggled up next to each other in front of the small bonfire, wrapped in the warmth of Appa's fur. And so the two of you were able to enjoy some well-deserved rest, in each other's arms.

Waking up had also been sweet as honey, as you had woken up first and had had all the time in the world to prepare a meagre breakfast to share with each other, before your friends and companions woke up as well. And even when they had joined you to eat a little something too, the feeling that reigned in the air was one of pure peace.

Or at least, it was until Sokka approached you, one hand on his hip and the other wielding a spear. "Hey Y/N, do you want to come with me to go fishing for something?" You smiled enthusiastically at your friend, not wasting a moment to follow him towards the body of water that lay not far from your temporary camp. You did not realise that you had left behind you a rather dumbfounded Aang, who watched you with slightly wide eyes as you walked away with your friend.

Aang… didn't understand what he was feeling. He didn't understand that strange twisting of his stomach, as if something was twisting him from the inside. He didn't understand his throat suddenly becoming dry, and his breath becoming heavy coming out of his lungs. He could not put a name to what was happening to him, yet he could put a face to it,….

Sokka.

It had all started a few weeks earlier, when after the umpteenth time he had been forced to call his friend's attention to himself, distracted by gazing into the distance, Sokka abruptly grabbed his friend Aang by the shoulder, forcing him to look him straight in the eye as he spoke to him: "If you don't take the first step with Y/N, I will." An innocent provocation, mainly aimed at spurring his friend to stop wasting time fantasising about the girl and get a move on declaring himself, although Sokka couldn't deny that if it weren't out of respect for his friend's crush, he would have already thrown his shot with you. Aang's face turned red, partly from embarrassment and partly from the growing jealousy within him. "H-hey isn't that cool, Sokka!!! I've liked her the longest, you can't just come and steal her from me like thi-" "Then you better hurry up, genius." And with that mischievous smile of his, which at such times makes you wquasi want to slap him, he turned away from Aang, heading to Katara.

It was not long after that little dialogue that Aang found the courage to declare his feelings, and he later thought he owed some of his luck to those very words Sokka said to him that day. Yet in that moment, as you saw him approach you, he brushed against your back to direct you into the right position to fish more effectively. At that moment he wondered if those words Sokka had said to him were really just a joke to tease him, if there was no ulterior motive, that of warning him that one way or another, he would try to make his move on you.

Aang's hands were clenched into such tight fists that his fingers were already leaving small cuts on his palms, but the strong emotions he was feeling at that moment prevented him from feeling anything other than the frantic throbbing of his head. With his head still clouded by this inexplicable rage, Aang turned away from the scene, marching towards a sort of circle formed by various rocks and trees.

Once he arrived in front of the first boulder, he did not even have time to take a breath to prepare himself for the earthbending, when already his right fist had moved as if by instinct, planting itself on the hard surface of the rock, leaving a groove where the impact had occurred. His fingers pulsed, his knuckles, but he felt as if he felt nothing, if anything that pulsation mixed with all the emotions he was already feeling. And in that pain, which at that moment he was not even able to metabolise, he found a further drive, which made the voice in his head even louder, more insistent. Y/N is gonna choose Sokka over me..

He threw another punch, incredibly even harder than the previous one. Small red cuts were beginning to appear on his hand, but Aang still paid no attention to them. It was as if he refused to see the reality around him, that voice in his head had taken hold of him, was isolating him in a dimension where there was nothing but him, his anger and the image of you with Sokka etched in his eyes.

Another punch followed, and another, then another. One by one, the stones arranged in that sort of circle disintegrated from the force of his blows. Aang did not really know how long it had been since he had initially gone there to vent the river that was his emotions, he only knew that the sun was about to set, and that a voice in the distance was calling his name.

It was you, worried sick about the sudden disappearance of your boyfriend.

Aang could not move a single muscle, it was as if your voice had brought him out of his trance state, and now the weight of reality was falling on him all at once. He did not have the courage to answer your call, or even to turn around to look at you properly. He looked down at his hands dripping with his own blood. With the adrenaline diminishing in his body by the second, he began to feel the searing pain of his wounds, finally realising the gravity of what he had inflicted upon himself in that state of rage.

What would you have said seeing him like that? You would certainly be disappointed seeing what he had done, and why. Who knows how worried you'd been about him, maybe you'd been looking for him for hours and he'd been selfishly on his own, voluntarily away from you, as if you were to blame for him feeling that way… even he didn't know how. Or again, you had not come there to know how he was. Maybe you had come to him to tell him that it was over between you, that you preferred Sokka after all, that while you were fishing something had clicked, that he was no longer good enough for you,….

"Good God, Aang what happened?" you run in his direction, taking his bloody hands in yours. You tried to meet his gaze, but he seemed to be working hard to avoid it. You didn't pay much attention, instead throwing your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "I was really worried about you, you know? You seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth" He didn't answer, but he felt his throat tighten and his eyes become moist. How could you miss him when you had Sokka? "Come on, let's get you fixed up, I bet your hands must hurt like crazy right now, but how did you get them like that?" You began to guide him towards your camp holding him by the arm, careful not to touch his wounds. "I… I-I was training and I think I got the hang of it a bit," he replied in a voice so light that you almost didn't recognise your Aang. There was something underneath that he didn't want to tell you, of that you were certain. But at the same time you couldn't and didn't want to force him to speak, you just wanted to be there for him.

Once you had entered one of the tents, I gestured for him to sit on the stacked blankets, while you took the necessary to take care of his cuts. Your hands worked gently on his skin, the hands you had always loved to hold in yours so much.

It took him a few minutes of tension-filled silence before Aang found the strength to open his mouth, "Sorry, Y/N, I didn't mean to worry you so much. It's just that…" he interjected, swallowing the lump in his throat, "…I don't know, I just had something on my mind" You frowned as you listened to him, intrigued and concerned by his words. You said nothing, and he took that as a signal to continue.

"See, I don't know what I was feeling before, but ever since I saw you with Sokka, in front of that lake, so close, looking like you were having so much fun,… it was like something was eating me up inside, that's it." He made to lower his gaze again, but you wasted no time in gently grabbing his chin to make him look at you. "Aang… were you jealous?" if it wasn't for his injuries and the saddened look in his eyes, you would have found it funny. I mean, how could he think you would ever choose anyone over him, the most handsome, kind, funny, strong and unexpectedly wise guy you've ever met.

He hesitated for a second, before nodding slowly and lowering his head again. His voice came out weak and shaky: "You're not angry with me?" At his words you huffed, completely incredulous at his question. "Why would I be angry about that? Aang, jealousy is something normal, you don't have to feel guilty if you feel that way."

He cocked his head before continuing to speak, "It's not just that, it's… I always take so much care to control my anger, but today… I don't know, it was like I wasn't in control of my body anymore. I was so caught up in my anger that I couldn't contain myself…" A moment of silence, he looked up again to look at you, and you noticed that his eyes were red, as if he was about to cry, "…I'm sorry, Y/N, I know I must have disappointed you-"

"Absolutely not!" you interrupted him, grabbing his forearms. Your eyes were full of concern for Aang, and your tone though stern was full of love and concern for him. "Aang, for as long as I have known you, you have never allowed yourself a moment to vent your emotions. Despite everything that has happened to you, despite the losses, the physical and emotional wounds, you have always tried to keep smiling. But that is not good for you, sweetheart, you are still just a human being and you need to let go, let out all your emotions, even the ones that scare you."

As you continued talking, Aang felt his heart tighten and his chest warm. You did not stop talking, one of your hands coming up to cup his cheek. "I understand that after everyone you have lost you are afraid of losing me too. But I can promise you, you won't get rid of me so easily, you fool." He let out a shuddering sigh and let himself slip gently into your arms. You wasted no time in wrapping your arms around him, resting your cheek against the side of his head. "Thank you baby, this- it means so much to me." After Aang's words, spoken in a soft, hushed tone, a comfortable silence fell.

You stayed like that for some time, then you spoke, chuckling softly, "Maybe next time come talk to me when you're sick before you shatter a dozen rocks and your hands" He moved his head from its place in the curve of your neck to place his lips on yours in a gentle kiss, then pulled away from you to look into your eyes, smiling apologetically, "Yeah, I think you're right."

[musicalgraveyard]

A night after Karaoke

Aang x Reader Modern AU (Characters aged up) #Fluff #Smoking #Drinking #Drugs? #LightDom #Lust #Blindfolded Word Count: 1,803 Please reblog instead of sharing. Enjoy!

The group of young adults exited the Karaoke bar and enter the parking lot, grouping together by their cars. You all concluded your conversations and were planning to leave, putting an end to the night. "I'm gonna head home guys, good night." You said as you resigned from the group. "Ya ready, Suki?" Sokka asked his girlfriend. "Sure, goodnight, guys!" She waved to Aang and Zuko. "Alright, see ya tomorrow. Katara, Toph, let's go." Sokka concluded, giving Aang a fist bump and waving to Zuko. "Uhh, Sokka, I'm actually going with Zuko tonight." Katara said. "Alright."  Katara’s brother couldn't say anything. His sister was an adult and could make her own choices.

Zuko and Katara said their goodbyes, and headed for Zuko’s car, as Aang went to his. Sokka left the parking lot first as Zuko followed, leaving Aang the last to leave. Instead of going towards his apartment, he turned the opposite direction.

You were walking down the sidewalk in the dark evening. Your legs felt fuzzy, and you wore a pleasant smile on your face from the alcohol you had consumed during your night out. A white car came up beside you and was matching your pace. The windows were down, and a voice spoke out, "Did you want some company on your way home?" The familiar voice asked in a relaxed manor. You stopped walking and his car copied the action. "Sure," you blushed, then entered the laid-back atmosphere of Aang’s car. The 2 mixed drinks and 2 shots gave you immense euphoria and happiness.

On the ride home Aang had music on to add to the nice vibe that paired well with the alcohol and you two chatted about your time out with the group. He pulled off to the side of the road in front of your apartment, putting the car in park. He turned the car off to signify he wanted to have a little more time with you before he left. You shifted in your seat, leaning back into the fabrics. There was silence between the two of you. Aang stared at you in his lightly intoxicated state, admiring your features that he could see as the street lights shown in through the windows. "You know, you're a really sweet guy, Aang." His lips crashed into yours when you turned your head to face him, causing you to mutter a soft moan from the unexpected impact. He pulled away from the kiss, lust lacing his face. As he opened his eyes, he realized what he did. “I’m so sorry (y/n), I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me…” Aang rambled on apologizing looking around trying to explain himself. As you came back to reality, you blushed hard and couldn’t help but smile. "Did you wanna come in and hang out?" You offered him into your home. Aang wore shock and surprise all over his face. "Sure." He shyly musted in almost a whisper. You and Aang exited the car and entered your apartment, removing your shoes at the foyer level and dropping your jacket on the couch. You picked up the remote and tossed it to Aang as he sat down.

You went off and grabbed something stashed away as Aang flipped to a music channel, allowing you two room to talk. On the coffee table in front of the couch, you placed a small bong, a glass jar with cannabis in it, as well as a grinder and a lighter. You began opening the jar and placing the herb into the grinder, going to work for the smokable product. You opened her up and pinched the ground substance, placing it in the right location on the bong. After this, you picked it up, put the rim to your lips, with lighter in hand. Aang watched all this as the alcohol from his two shots and his mixed drink worked on his mind and body, settling him down again after the incident in the car. He followed the glass rim to your lips as they softly parted and pressed against it. He traced your face with his eyes, yet again admiring your beauty in the mildly lit apartment.

The lighter was struck, igniting a spark. The flame was drawn to the herb as you pulled the air through. Thick white smoke began to fill the glass, bubbling up through the water and into your mouth. Your smooth lips pulled away from the glass and you blew out a cloud of smoke. The aroma grazed Aangs nose. "Do you wanna try?" You motioned the device to him. "I've never smoked before," he informed, hesitating to take it from you. “I think you’ll be alright, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Aang was curious about the effects and wanted to feel what you were feeling too. You knew he was contemplating it, so you decided to take another hit while he made up his mind. The boy motioned for the bong and lighter, soon repeating your steps and inhaling the smoke. Before he could blow out the smoke, he coughed violently, causing a laugh to escape your lips. He had taken too big of a hit for his first time.

After he had cleared his lungs, you handed him a bottle of water you grabbed from the kitchen. He took a swig, and you took another hit. “Here, let me help you this time.” You said, turning the mouth piece to face the boy before you. He put his lips up to the rim again and began to suck in as you lit the herb again. After the flower seared for two or three second, you pulled the removable piece that held the weed and allowed for Aang to clear the smoke from the glass pipe. “Now blow,” the words rolled of your tongue, and he did as he was told. “Better?” You beamed and Aang smiled at you in response, “yeah.” The two of you finished off the bowl and listened to the music.

Aang felt the effects from the ganja mix with the alcohol and it felt good. The feeling of relaxation hung high in the air, as the excitement from the new experience settled. You noticed this as Aang leaned back into the couch. You guys relaxed a few minutes listening to music before Aang started.

 “You’re so cool, ya know (y/n).” Your chuckle made him turn his head and smile to you. “It’s true, really.” He said sincerely. “Oh, and why do you think that?” “Well, for starters your fun, you like to enjoy life and are always surprising me. You make me laugh, like at karaoke when you were singing those songs and acting goofy. The way you sang that one song was beautiful though. You’re really smart too! I overheard one of the professors talking and they said that you were the only one in your (insert) class that passed the mid term finals and the class!” You blushed softly, hearing the boy say such nice things about you. “What else?” You asked curiously, seeing what else he had to say. “Well, you’re a really good person. Your there for your friends when they need someone to turn to,” Aangs smile faded a little, “like when I found out about Katara and Zuko.” Aang’s expression showed that he was still hurt from the situation, but you were silent because you didn’t know what to say. After a moment of silence, Aang smiled again concluding his thoughts. “And your really pretty too, (y/n).”

Your eyes made contact. Aang smiled sincerely and lovingly at you, as you blushed harder and turned your gaze down to the hymn of your shirt, as you fiddled with it. “What about me?” Aang asked how you felt about him, but noticed your eyes widen a little as your blush didn’t go away. He reposition himself on the couch, now sitting up with his leg under his body, now facing you. Ditching the original question, he asked a different one, “Do you trust me?” “Of course!” you shot back quickly. Aang hummed pleasantly and looked down before looking back up at you.

He got up from the couch and walked over to your bed in your personal area of the apartment, and grabbed the pillow from your bed, removing it from its case. He came back over to you on the couch and sat in his previous position. “Can you prove it?” He questioned slyly. (Y/n) looked down at the pillow case that he had creased onto itself, laying in Aangs hands. She looked back up at him. “Okay.” The word fell from her lips softly. She didn’t know what he had planned up his sleeve.

Aang smiled and placed the pillow case over her eyes and tied it in the back. “Its not too tight right?" "No." "And you can’t see anything right?” “No.” Aang loved hearing her soft voice; especially in this moment, it was so sweet. He got up off the couch, taking her hand in his. “Come on.” He helped her up and navigated her through her apartment, “Watch your step.” Aang walked her over to her bed and had her sit down. “Here,” he stated aimlessly before you felt an arm across your back and the other snake under your thighs. He lifted you bridal style before softly dropping you back down on the comforter in the middle of the bed. A small gasp escaped your lips and Aang chuckled. “You trust me right?” He asked again. You nodded your head.

You felt cool air graze your skin as the hymn of your shirt was pulled up, Aang’s hand going under the fabric. His warm skin rubbed across your abdomen, before he began to straddle you. He admired your soft skin, looking down onto your figure. Your cheeks were burning hot as you ever so slightly arched your back, yearning for more of his touch.

His endearing smile graced his handsome features before he removed his hand. He sat still for a moment, examining you to see what more you would do and how you would respond in this predicament. But you laid still.

His long pale fingers brushed the few strands of hair out of your face before resting easily on your cheek, his thumb stroking the skin ever so gently. Aang blushed as he looked down onto your perfect features. His thumb strolled over the corner of your bottom lip as he slowly closed his eyes inching closer, closer, closer…

His soft lips rested on yours, his arms on either side above your shoulders. He pulled away slowly, leaving a space as thin as paper between the two of you.

“(Y/N)?” he asked barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Aang?” you responded.

“I think I love you…”

[glitch-games-stories]

Where... Am I?

Warning(s)!

► Unintentionally, some gifs may affect photosensitive readers and have strobbing affects!

► Fighting

► Light 'cursing' (ex: hell, heck, crap)

Detail(s)!

→ Isekai Trope! → Avatar the Last Airbender! → Optional Pairings: Zuko, Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph!

As in who you go through the game with. They are MINORS.

→ You are 12-14 years old (up to you which age specifically)

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It was a quiet night and I was standing on a bridge, watching the water flow, just, thinking. 'Life is so sad, plain, and boring, I wish I was in a movie or show or something. Oooo! What about Avatar?! That'd be cool!'

😉

SPLASH!💦

I was pushed over the railing and into the water. I try to swim but I can't move! My body slowly turns, facing towards the sky. 'Who did this? Why?' All I can see is a black figure on the bridge run away before my vision goes dark.

"AHHHHHHH!"

You know when you're just about to fall asleep and your body pretends like you're falling? Yeah. This is it. Except, I'M ACTUALLY FALLING!

"HELPPPPPP!"

With every second I get closer and closer to the ground until I'm right about there. "AHHH! NO NO NO NO NO!" I brace my face for impact but my body ends up flipping and I'm about to land on my butt instead.

THUNK💨

'OWWWWW! MY BUTT! Wait. My Butt? My Butt! I can feel it! I'm not dead! WOOHOOO! Now, where the heck am I?'

Select! ◄

(This will give you your bending powers, unless you choose none and determine who you meet first.)

○ Northern Water Tribe - Sokka & Katara

○ Earth Kingdom - Toph

○ Southern Air Temple - Aang

○ Small division of The Fire Nation - Zuko

[tangerinenotions95]

Golden Heart - Introduction

"I would think twice about putting your hands on my grandmother" Y/N shouts at the boy with the ponytail making her way through the crowd.

He pushes gran gran back towards the crowd where Katara makes sure that she's okay before turning to face you. You notice his façade falter for a split second obviously not expecting someone his own age but he can tell by the way you hold yourself that you are in charge around here.

Pulling himself together just as quickly, "I know you're hiding him" he roars again while blasting fire just above the villagers head.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, "We're not hiding anyone or anything so I suggest you turn around and get back on that boat to wherever you came from" you tell him.

Before he gets a chance to reply, your brother comes charges at the fire nation boy who easily deflects Sokka's advances. Before Sokka even has a chance to get back up from the snow, Zuko's knocked off his feet by a gust of air and you can't help the smirk on your face seeing Aang has come back to help.

Aang and Zuko go back and forth before Aang asks if he will leave our tribe alone if he agrees to go with him. The grumpy teenager agrees.

"Aang you do not have to do this" you say stepping forward to put a hand on his shoulder so he'll look at you and you hope he can see on your face that you mean it.

He refuses much to Katara's dismay.

 ***

Gran gran and I walked over to where Sokka and Katara were gearing up.

"What do you two think you are doing?" She asked catching them by surprise as they looked at her stunned and trying to look like they were completely innocent.

She smiles at them. "You'll need these" and she holds up their sleeping bags. They smile before looking in my direction, "Y/N.." Katara starts.

"Don't worry, I've already packed mine" I tell them with a grin.

"What?" Sokka looks at me confused.

"You didn't think I was going to let you two have all the fun now? Besides, gran gran can keep an eye on the village for a while". A second later both of your siblings have engulfed you in a hug.

"Okay okay, we better get going if we're to catch up to that ship."

Katara looks over at the small canoe in the water before her eyes notice something else, "Appa" and she runs over to the bison.

Sokka sighs, "You just love taking me out of my comfort zone, don't you?" You chuckle and grab your brothers arm pulling him along after your sister, "all part of the adventure little brother" you tell him with a smile before getting onto Appa's saddle.

"One year Y/N, you're only older by one year" 

[laetussunflower]

TBD

(TW, the following has descriptions of some violent scenes and scenarios, viewer discretion is advised)

First time writing please enjoy, sorry if my English is bad, feedback is welcomed 🙏 and if you have ideas for a title please do suggest I’m at a blank here lol

“Aang! Aang!” You yell out between coughs, gasping for air. The screams deafen you as you ram your shoulder into your little brother’s bedroom door, desperately trying to get it open.

Flames lick at your skin, your hip already festering and beginning  to blister, hot tears streaming down your face and you bang your bloody knuckles against the door, smoke drowning your senses

”Aang!” 

You gasp once the door gives way, you rush in only to find the room empty. No little boy with big brown eyes in sight, you let out a shuddering breath, blinking back the burning sensation that the smoke causes 

“No” your lips tremble, shaking your head 

“No, no, … no!” 

you fear the worse. 

They already have taken him

he’s gone

Your thoughts deafen you, clutching the sides of your head, grabbing fist fills of your hair 

“Aang..” you whimper softly 

Heavy footsteps echo into the room. Shouting, barking orders. Your hands fall to your side. You feel numb. All that grief and pain turns into a raw, painful, bitter anger. The soft gentle winds replaced with a raw, burning fire within you. And there you stand, not moving as the Fire nations soldiers file in and surround you, ready to set ablaze. Stances wide and low, feet grounded and steady, fist up ready to conjure the fire within them. 

The monks, raised you to not fight. To believe in peace, but, that didn’t matter now.

You only stare at the ground, you feel the air of their movements, their shaky breaths and heavy breathing. 

The monks taught you that all life is sacred 

One raises a fist. You feel the wind shift against your bare flesh. 

Oh, how they lied to you. How were these lives, of these men sacred? 

How can the spirits watch this slaughter, and still deemed that the people surround you deserve any glimpse of mercy?

The soldier doesn’t move an inch more before you send a roundhouse kick, manipulating, bending the wind around him to send him into his other men.

they shout and send more flames but you merely send yourself up, bending the wind current to place yourself behind them. Moving your hands like the tide of the sea, you bend the air in the small room towards the men. It’s hits them like a heavy wave, some men fall back down the stairs, you hear them fall, their bones snapping, breaking at the contact. 

You flinched when your people screamed, you flinched at the stench of burning flesh, but you didn’t flinch now. 

Nor did you when to turned to the last man, who now cowers before you. Eyes wide and frantic. He was no older than you. Still had a face of youth, eyes that belonged to a new soul. 

You didn’t care.

You left the wind change.

You felt it shift when he lifted his fist.

you felt it in his lungs.

the air he breathed.

And so you took it away.

At that moment, you uttered an oath to yourself. Alive or not. You’d find your brother.  And protect him no matter what he faced. Your soul was bounded to his the moment he was born.  bounded by a duty. To guide the Avatar to greatness. 

[on-leatheredwings]

lrb makes me think of many more fandom pet peeves, and a big one i encountered today is: m/m fanfic of two male charas but one is genderbent into a girl so they can be shipped without it being Big gay

[fandom-smutty-shots]

The gaang's fav positions (18+)

Request

Masterlist

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Characters: Toph, Katara, Azula, Aang, Zuko, and Sokka

Warnings: p in v sex, f on f sex if you squint, uhhh other sexual like things so read at your own risk!!

A/N: Haha, I'm going to try a ~fun~ version of these imagines. Enjoy!!

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Toph Beifong

Toph would be a pillow princess.

She likes whatever can get her off the quickest while feeling amazing.

After all, at the end of the day, she knows she's more than worth being pleased.

Katara

Katara would love the shoulder holder.

She'd want to look you in the eyes, but she'd want her legs pushed all the way up so you could hit those better angles.

And you'd love doing it, the sounds she made when you did were like nothing else.

Azula

Azula would top you every time.

Her control issues would shine through as she handcuffed you to the bed, followed by tying your legs apart so she could have all the access she wanted.

"Aw, is my little slut feeling good?"

"You look like you're having too much fun, (Y/n. Should I spank you?"

You would cum of course, but only after she did. Two or three times.

Aang

Aang, of course, is a missionary kinda guy.

He wants to see every expression of pleasure you make as he makes love to you.

He'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear while playing with your nipples, squeezing and rolling them between the pads of his fingers.

"Is that how you like it, baby?" He'd ask as he hit each and every spot you needed.

Zuko

Zuko would want you in doggy every time.

He loves pushing your head down while using his free hand to slam your hips into his thrusts.

"Fuck, right there," you'd be moaning in seconds.

He could last so long like that, just watching how your ass jiggled with every stroke.

He made it worth your while when he'd reach around and toy with your clit, always making sure you finished all over him before he even got close.

Sokka

Sokka would be happy with any position.

But, if he had to pick, his favourite would be lazy, sloppy, sideways sex.

He's be spooning you and playing with your clit, making you drip for him. You'd twist forward so he could position himself, and he'd slowly slide inside.

His thrusts would be slow and lazy, just enough to make you finish right around the same time.

[raginghomosexual4ever]

Part 2 of my fav Wattpad fanfics list.

(Credits go to the owners)

1. I see you (Jack Frost x reader)

2. The flower kind (Atla reader insert) [AANG x reader( I think )]

3. Obsidian (zuko x reader)

4. A second flame (Zuko x reader)

5. Water lily in a sea of fire (Zuko x reader)

6. The girl no one knew (Zuko x reader)

7. The girl he won’t remember (Zuko x reader)

8. The girl they won’t forget (Zuko x reader)

9. Reborn in water (Zuko x reader)

10. Carved in rock (Zuko x reader)

11. Forged in fire (Zuko x reader) [ongoing]

12. Opposites (Sokka x reader)

13. Infinity (Mark Grayson x reader )

14. Rock on (Dee x reader metal family)

15. Complicated love (Dee x reader)

16. Betrayal (Jason Todd x reader)

17. As it was (Dean Winchester x reader)

18. The devil’s little game (dean x reader)

19. Tragedy (dean x reader)

[kidcaroline]

🤮

-this post is written by a grown ass woman who still can't get over her childhood crush on zuko (16 in the series, mind you)

-this post is the epitome of self insert. Read Zuko x Reader and leave Katara alone omg

-zuko is not a dreamy charming boy in canon, but a loser

-lying about aang and katara and acting as if he's 5 and she’s 30 will not make your crack ship better. It's still a dumb crack ship

-this ship started with the pirate scene where Katara was an hostage, tied up to a tree and her mother's necklace was used for extortion. This ship is for the girls who want better for ZUKO. Not Katara

Anyway she loves Aang. Stay salty ❤

[eponastory]

Antis need to stop posting things like this so I don't have to get excited about proving them wrong...

Okay okay... I'm a little too excited over this because it's

So wrong, it's hilarious.

I have been part of this ship since 2005 and I have never, not once, seen anyone ship it for the reasons given above by the silly antis. The show will literally be 20 years old next year. And it's been almost 20 years since I've graduated high school. In all of that time, Aang being bald was never a reason I've seen for not shipping Kat*ang. Or that he was short.

The main reason why we don't ship Kat*ang is because of the writing. At its core, the ship is fundamentally flawed. I mean, there are plenty of metas out there that will explain it from well-educated writers and readers who know a thing or two. I'm not going to say that anyone shouldn't like a ship because of x and y, it's all subjective to a point and it's canon.

But self inserting is not the reason we like Zutara either.

At least not the core reason. It's on the very top of the Zutara Iceberg of reasons why we ship, making it pretty shallow. Again, self-inserting is a universal thing. EVERYONE does it. That means Kat*angers do too. Which is why they defend it so much. Sorry antis, you aren't going to escape my wrath on this very therapeutic way of dealing with your internal struggles.

Appearances do not make a ship what it is. I tend to think that Zutara shippers have a more right brained way of thinking compared to Kat*angers. Zutara shippers generally put a lot of logic in with emotion when talking and writing about the ship vs the other camp that don't seem to think as hard on it. I mean, they don't really have to because yes, the ship (and it is a ship you dummies because it's a relationship) is canon. There is not reason other than that to really put any logic into it other than

It is written!

Like God came down and made the ten commandments of AtLA shipping.

Thou shalt not ship any other character except Canon being the first one.

Excuse me while I take a chisel to that stone and fuck it up.

Thou shalt not tell other people what to ship.

Everyone is free to have their opinions, but assuming that people do what they do because of 'self inserting' and 'attraction' being your main reason to go after a creative group without actually talking to them on a civil level is just...

Well it makes you look like an idiot.

I mean that with the deepest of respect (even though I understand why people ship Kat*ang and don't single them out for it) and humbleness.

But stop making posts that don't make sense. I have way too much fun with them.

[hererafjastori]

I got inspired by @captainkirkk 's writer!Zuko AU, so have a thing:

The premise would require Aang to know about Zuko moonlighting as an author.

I imagine Zuko coming up to Aang one day and going: “Hey Aang, I … have a proposal. I know this might seem insensitive, and you have every right to shut this idea down but…” “Just tell me.” “I was thinking that I want to write a book about the fate of the Airnomads.” “Go on” “You know that in my search for you I researched a lot about what happened to your people, and I learned a lot about your culture. And having that knowledge I can’t stand to see the way the last 100 years of propaganda have mischaracterized your people and twisted their teachings. I am in the unique position of knowing a lot about the happenings back then, having the resources to learn more, and in Dante’s fans the assurance that this story will have a large platform. I want to portray your people in an accurate, sympathetic light and reach readers in a way no museum will be able to replicate. I want to tell a story that accurately portrays not just your people’s suffering, but also the rich culture, philosophies and traditions. I want to raise awareness both of the horrifying betrayal at the hands of the fire nation, but also for the Airnomads as a distinct people, beyond ‘those who’s genocide marks the official start of the war’! But I am also well aware that as Fire Lord and descendant of Sozin, I might be the last person who should tell that story. So I have two questions: 1) Are you ok with the concept of me writing this, and 2) if you are, if you would be willing to advice me in writing it. Because this is your story more than anyone else’s, and I am not writing a single line without explicit consent. What do you say?” “Let me think about it?” “Of course.”

Aang does some thinking, and comes to the conclusion, that Zuko knows his stuff better than most others, that this is a great chance to educate about his lost culture, and that Zuko is very aware of the responsibility he has in writing this and treat it accordingly. He will ask, Aang, rather than making assumptions, taking “creative liberties” or filling in the gaps with misinformation. He will respect the subjects of his writing.

And so, he says yes. So Aang and Zuko start meeting regularly, and Aang tells him stories lost to time. Of holidays and sacred days nobody remembers to celebrate. Of a culture build around communal life, change and an active separation of one’s roots no other nation is able to understand with their respective cultural upbringing. Of the philosophies of airbending and the typical schooling a monk would go through. Of elders who led those communities, and the faces they made when hit with a well aimed fruit pie. Of games played in the courtyard, bison bonding, typical topics of the gossips interest. Of both, the official order of things and the actual social dynamics of his people. Of the various ways people reacted to him being a prodigy and the avatar. Of music, and dancing, and stories, and legends, and crafts, and recipes, and colloquialisms and proverbs. Of whistle tongue, a language spoken purely through whistling, that was impossible to reproduce for non-airbenders, that would sound through the Temples at all times of the day. Of being able to travel freely between the nations, and being encouraged to learn other cultures and their perspectives. About befriending the prince of Omashu. Of traditional southern waterbending dances he can’t remember in detail and Katara never got the Chance to learn. Of being shown hospitality in the earth kingdom, and being seen as a good omen. Of Dragons and of Kuzon’s parents being shunned for housing a *insert slur against airbenders* because the propaganda machine had been working for a while. Of tsungi-horns and the camelafant strut. From both the Airnomads and the other nations, the good, the bad, the ugly, the mundane and everything else that was lost to war.

And Zuko sits, asks, writes, and most importantly: listens. On top of that, the whole Gaang regularly meets to go through all the stolen stuff stored in the fire palace like it’s the British museum and working to bring everything back to it’s original owner. While they do this, they all explain the cultural significance behind each item, so that everyone gets a better grasp of each others culture.

Afterwards Zuko begins to write, with Aang as a sensitivity reader. He tells the story of an average Airnomad called Sanna, about 7 years older than Aang. They grow up in the southern Airtemple. He writes about philosophical debates, schoolyard games and quarrels, important holidays, traditional foods, common jokes, and Airnomad humor. About wise teachings, annoying teachers, cultural norms, traditions, pets, language and writing. But all of that is in the background, given enough explanation that ignorant readers can follow, but the narrative treats it as the everyday life of the protagonist, seamlessly interwoven with the story that it doesn’t feel like a textbook or lecture, but simply like it actually takes place there. Because the reader learning the Airnomad alphabet and gaining a better understanding of Airnomad culture is goal, but the heart of the story is the protagonist growing up into this increasingly hostile world.

Of the Sanna being faced with more and more adversity, the farther they venture from the temple, the more aware they grow of negative sentiments against them, the more vicious the propaganda becomes. Of the night of Sozin’s comet and Sanna trying desperately to survive afterwards. Of the inner conflict between the Airnomad’s teachings and doing what they have to do to survive. Of dealing with being uprooted in a way that never should have happened. And of all the friendship, betrayal, small kindnesses, prejudice, companionship, trauma and precious memories made, lived and suffered along the way. A lot of it is drawn from Aang’s dealing with the destruction of his culture and his confrontation with Ozai, but a lot of the feelings of displacement and flitting through a world that is unwelcoming towards you, are taken from Zuko’s banishment.

When Basco’s book is published the dedication reads: “To my friend

, your advice in creating this was invaluable, and without you I never would have dared to write something like this. May this live up to your hopes and expectations.” Once the readers of the book have gained a vague understanding of the airnomad Alphabet, and learn that

translates to Aang, pandemonium breaks loose. Aang claims that he and Dante only corresponded through letters and he doesn’t know his identity, but that he got to fact check everything, and that every mention of airnomad culture is accurate. This book goes on to define the widespread understanding of pre-war Airnomad culture, and even scholars sometimes relying on Aang’s assurance of the accuracy of this book to gain a better understanding of culture and context of their topics of research.

[jackatlas]

commission info!

hi, i'm kay! i'm an english BA & creative writing MA graduate who is opening fic & poetry commissions via my kofi! i have a few different tiers:

fics/original prose is priced at the following: 200 words - £20 1000 words - £50 2000 words - £100 5000 words - £150 (please message me regarding any alternative lengths)

poetry is priced as below: short form (2-3 stanzas/one prose paragraph) - £10 long form (4+ stanzas/two prose paragraphs) - £20 (please note that rhyme schemes are an additional £5)

please send a message with any questions or requests; i'll do my best to accommodate!! see below for extra information.

if you do not see anything on this list, please ask about it! i probably haven't thought of it lol. feel free to message regarding anything i will write with limitations too. please see here for fandoms/ships i will not write for.

here are some things i am happy to write:

prose, poetry, lgbt content (especially sapphics!), romantic ships, platonic & familial relationships, horror, mild gore, smut (with limitations), kink (with limitations), fics with your ocs (includes oc/canon), self-insert (not x reader, sfw only), any pov, letters from a fictional other (sfw only), mecha (sfw only), fantasy/sci-fi, monster of the week concepts (includes original monsters), vampires, werewolves (sfw only), genderbends (trans headcanons, cis-swaps - please specify), historical fiction (with limitations), fics based on songs/albums, age gaps (adult/adult only), mild violence, angst, dubcon (nothing too intense though), characters from media i don't know (please provide info!!), polyam ships, AUs, crossovers, pregnancy (sfw only)

things i will not write:

incest, underage smut, adult/minor ships, noncon, suicide, dead dove, smut for minors, aging up minors for smut, zoophilia, rpf, hard gore, hardcore kink (please ask if you need clarification), furries, mecha nsfw, x reader, nsfw self insert, hard violence, major character death, over 1000 words, multi-chapter (with exceptions), human/non-human (excluding vampires), omegaverse, zombies, prison aus, royalty aus, sex worker aus, slavery aus

some fandoms i will write for:

yugioh (duel monsters, gx, 5ds, zexal), the x files (seasons 1-3), death note, doctor who (seasons 1-4 of reboot), superstore, how i met your mother, madoka magica, fire emblem (sacred stones, awakening, fates), legend of zelda (botw/totk), marvel (mcu up to phase 3, + dsmom & wandavision), howl's moving castle (studio ghibli movie), classic literature (rebecca, wuthering heights, sherlock holmes), pokemon (most familiar with gens 1 + 5 and original anime run), avatar (atla), twilight, five nights at freddys (no ships), sabrina the teenage witch (seasons 1/2), stardew valley, + more as i think of it

ships i enjoy writing:

my faithshipping, mulderscully, doctorrose, lawlight, gx rivalshipping, matsuda/misa, peachshipping, violetshipping, scoopshipping, amy/jonah, lily/marshall, barney/robin, zelink, howl/sophie, chrom/robin, chrom/frederick, bella/alice, leo/takumi, bella/rosalie, bella/edward, ironstrange, stevetony, peppernat, tonynat, pepperony, palmerstrange, homura/madoka, frostiron, strangefrost, wandavision, doctor/jack/rose, misa/rem, doctor/jack, matsuda/light, mello/matt, gameshipping, mastershipping, fianceshipping, chaseshipping, puzzleshipping, thiefshipping, sherlock holmes/professor moriarty, dragonshipping, wishshipping, heathcliff/catherine earnshaw, edward/jacob, katara/zuko, katara/aang, sokka/zuko, + more as i think of them