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Hello! I would like to request a scenario or one-shot about the wedding of a Fire Nation reader to Aang. I wonder what differences there would be between the two cultures.
I Promise| ATLA
Adult Aang x Fire Nation Reader | Fluff
โฐโโค Two nations, two cultures, and two lovers. United on a special day to get together.
Tags: fluff, wedding celebration, light hearted, cute wedding vows, playful remarks, author feels lonely, author didn't proof read this one
The differences between your two cultures were beautifully stitched into every corner of the ceremony. The Fire Nation elements brought an intense, structured elegance to the beach. Deep crimson silks lined the aisle, and your family sat in quiet, dignified posture, dressed in sharply tailored ceremonial robes. On the other side, the Air Nomad customs breathed a sense of fluid freedom into the space. Soft yellow and orange drapes fluttered wildly in the ocean breeze, wind chimes sang from the wooden beams of the pavilion, and Aangโs guests sat cross legged on comfortable cushions, ready to enjoy the rest of the late evening once the sun sets.
The afternoon sun beat down on Ember Island, casting a golden glow over the sandy beach where the wedding pavilion stood. The ocean waves rolled in with a gentle, rhythmic crash, their salty spray mixing with the sweet, heavy scent of tropical hibiscus. It was a picture perfect day, bursting with an infectious, lighthearted energy that made it impossible not to smile. The entire venue felt alive, humming with a sweet, dizzying romance that perfectly captured the feeling of a love so bright and joyful, it simply swept everyone up in its wake.
Aang stood at the altar, looking sharp yet distinctly soft in his formal saffron robes, his blue arrow tattoos peeking out proudly. The moment you stepped onto the aisle, his breath caught entirely. He didn't look like the stoic, legendary Avatar in that moment; he looked like a man who was completely, helplessly captivated by the sight of you. A massive, goofy grin spread across his face, his gray eyes crinkling at the corners with pure delight.
As you reached the altar, your hands met. His palms were warm, his thumbs immediately rubbing gentle circles over the backs of your knuckles to soothe any lingering nerves.
"Wow," Aang whispered, his voice shaking just a fraction with an emotion so vast it rivaled the ocean behind you. "You look absolutely incredible. I mean, truly beautiful. I'm trying really hard not to just pull us both out of here so I can look at you in peace."
You let out a soft laugh, the tension instantly melting out of your shoulders at the sheer warmth in his gaze. "You don't look too bad yourself, Aang. The formal robes suit you. Though, I think your cape is catching a bit too much of the sea breeze."
"Is it?" Aang glanced back, giving his cape a playful little twitch that made it flutter perfectly into place. "See? Total control. But honestly? I had a whole speech prepared. Monk Gyatso always taught me that a wise man knows exactly what to say, but looking at you right now... I think I've completely forgotten every single word of what I'm supposed to say. My brain is just entirely blank."
"The great Avatar, defeated by a bit of silk and fire embroidery?" you murmured playfully with a soft chuckle at the end of your sentence, stepping a fraction closer, your heart doing a happy little flutter at the adoration in his eyes.
"Completely powerless against you," Aang confessed, his voice dropping into a warm, intimate tone meant only for your ears. "People always ask me how I maintain balance in a world that's constantly changing. The truth is, I only truly found it when I found you. You're fiery, you're beautifully stubborn, and you keep me grounded while somehow making me feel like I'm flying higher than I ever could."
A soft murmur of laughter rippled through the crowd as Aang leaned in a bit closer, completely ignoring the stiff, regal posture expected of his title. In the front row, Sokka was already wiping away a dramatic tear, while also still side glancing at the buffet table every now and then, guess he still got priorities. The lighthearted, joyful atmosphere felt less like a high profile political union and more like a vibrant, spontaneous celebration of a love that had simply grown until it filled every corner of your lives.
"You brought a spark into my life that I didn't even know was missing," Aang continued, his smile softening into something deeply earnest, his eyes locking onto yours. "I promise to always keep up with that spark. I promise to listen, to laugh with you through the easy days, and to hold you close through the stormy ones. I promise to love you through this lifetime, and every single one we're given after."
You felt a warmth bloom in your chest, your heart thrumming happily beneath your skin at his words, a playful spark igniting in your eyes. "I promise to be your anchor, Aang. Even when you're blowing through life like a cyclone, I'll be right there to catch you. I promise to handle your goofy jokes, to share my memories with you, and to love you exactly as you are. I love you."
The priest stepped forward, raising his hands to signal the blending of traditions. From your side, a flame was kindled in a beautiful bronze brazier, representing the passion and bright future of the Fire Nation. From Aang's side, a gentle gust of wind swept through the pavilion, swirling the smoke from the ceremonial incense into a perfect, peaceful ring above your heads. The fire and air didn't clash; instead, the wind fed the flame, making it burn brighter, purer, and more vibrant than before.
"By the alignment of the elements and the love you share," the priest announced, "I declare you bound in spirit and life."
Before the priest could even finish the sentence, Aang caught you by the waist, pulling you flush against him. His laugh was breathless against your lips as he kissed you, a sweet, lingering warmth that felt like absolute home. The crowd erupted into loud cheers Toph let out a booming whistle, and Zuko actually smiled, clapping warmly from his seat.
When Aang finally pulled back, he didn't let go of your waist. Instead, he leaned his forehead against yours, his hands resting on your hips as he looked down at you with that same helpless, completely infatuated grin.
"hey, husband," you whispered, the word tasting sweet and exciting on your tongue.
"hey, wife.." Aang beamed, his eyes practically sparkling. He gave you a quick, playful squeeze, lifting you just an inch off the ground with a micro burst of air. "We're actually married. Come on, let's go get some of that wedding cake before Sokka eats the entire thing, I saw him moments ago looking at it."
Hand in hand, you both turned toward the aisle, Aang proudly raising your joined hands into the air as your family sent bright, harmless fireworks of red and gold spiraling into the sky, celebrating a new love.
Author's Note
Whoaaaa this is actually my first request!! I'm so happy (โ โงโ โฝโ โฆโ ) tysm for requesting anonymous ^^
I really liked this concept I just get so giddy when I write or read fluff, I like silly readers or goofs like my boy Aang
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Slight Yan! Tahno x Rival! Reader | slightly suggestive
โฐโโค After another frustrating match saved by the clock, you hurriedly get out of the ring in a bit of butter frustration. While you were storming off, a familiar set of footsteps catches your hearing before you could call out you were instantly pulled into a dark room
Tags: suggestive implications, almost got caught, slight arguing, rivalry, Tahno being ignored lol, frustrated kissing, mixed feelings, teasing, pro bending, tension
The damp, dimly lit corridors beneath the Pro Bending Arena always smelled of stagnant water and pungent. For months, these halls had been a battlefield of a different kind. As a pro bender for an up and coming team, you had spent the season trading public insults, cold sneers, and brutally aggressive arena plays with Tahno, the famously arrogant captain of the White Falls Wolfbats. To the media, you were bitter rivals. To the fans, your mid match clashes were the highlight of the tournament. But behind the stadium lights, the sharp edge of that rivalry had begun to warp into something heavy, suffocating, and entirely unprompted.
Tonightโs match had been a disaster of flying water disks and near misses, leaving your adrenaline spiking and your nerves frayed. You hurried through the back passages, trying to shake the unsettling feeling of calculation filled eyes burning holes into your back. You knew his footsteps without even looking.
A hand shot out from a darkened room, grabbing your wrist and pulling you sharply into the shadows, away from the passing footsteps of the stadium crowd.
Back pressed against the cold stone, you gasped, your knuckles instantly coming up to bend the moisture from the humid air before you recognized the sleek, perfectly coiffed hair and the mocking smirk. Tahno leaned over you, trapping you between his arms, his sharp eyes glinting with a dangerous intensity. The scent of his expensive cologne was entirely too close, clogging your senses.
"Let go of me, Tahno," you hissed, shoving hard against his chest. He barely budged, his frame surprisingly solid for someone who moved like silk in the ring. "The match is over. Go out there and bask in your own ego, your fans are waiting."
"Oh, I don't care about them," Tahno murmured, his voice a low, smooth purr that vibrated right through the narrow space. He tilted his head, a stray strand of dark hair falling perfectly over his forehead as his gaze dropped to your lips, then locked back onto your eyes with an unsettling weight. "I care about you. I care about how you spent the entire post game interview acting like I don't exist. Like you didn't look right at me from across the arena floor when the cameras stopped rolling."
"Because you don't exist to me," you snapped, narrowing your eyes to mask the sudden, erratic skipping of your heart. "You're arrogant, you cheat, and overly annoying. I owe you absolutely nothing, least of all my attention."
Tahno laughed, a sharp, bitter sound that echoed softly against the stone. His grip tightened on your wrist, not enough to truly hurt, but completely, terrifyingly unyielding. He leaned in until his breath fanned across your cheek, his usual smug composure slipping into something much more unhinged, desperate, and dark. The mask of the playful rival was disintegrating right before your eyes.
"Don't lie to me," he whispered fiercely, his eyes wide and fixed on yours with a terrifyingly sharp fixation. "You love the chase just as much as I do. If you hate me so much, why did you pull me into the training room last week? Why did you let me touch you? You give me just enough to drive me insane, just enough to make me think you're finally mine, and then you step right back out into the crowd and look at other benders like I'm a ghost."
"That was a mistake, Tahno! We were caught up in the adrenaline of the tie breaker," you argued, your breath hitching as his free hand came up, his fingers gently tracing a line up your arm. The tenderness of the touch was a stark, jarring contrast to the volatile anger rolling off him.
"It wasn't a mistake," he snarled softly, his voice trembling with a toxic mix of adoration and pure, unadulterated frustration. "You've completely ruined me. I can't sleep, I can't focus on the matches, because all I see when I close my eyes is your face. You've lit a fuse in me, and now you want to walk away and pretend we're just rivals? No, no, no. I won't let you lead me on. I don't care how messy this gets, or how much we destroy each other in that ring."
He pressed closer, his chest flush against yours, trapping your hands against his jacket so you could feel how violently his heart was hammering. The sheer, overwhelming weight of his fixation was intoxicating, pulling you right back into the dangerous, chaotic cycle you had spent weeks trying to escape.
"Say it," Tahno pleaded, his voice cracking slightly with a manic impatience as his gaze burned into yours, searching your expression for a crack in your armor. "Tell me you want me every single day. Tell me you feel this exact same sickening, beautiful madness."
You stared at him, your defiance wavering under the sheer force of his persistence. You hated himโyou really didโbut as you reached up, your fingers trembling as they tightened around his collar, you didn't push him away. Instead, you pulled him down into a fierce, breathless kiss, proving you were just as addicted to the chaos as he was.
For a moment, the world narrowed down to the bruising pressure of his lips and the desperate way his hands locked into your hair, holding you as if you might disappear if he let go. It was messy, angry, and entirely toxic, but it was yours.
Suddenly, the heavy metal door at the end of the corridor groaned open, casting a long streak of bright light down the hallway.
"Hey! Anyone down here? The clean up crew is locking the lower levels!" a security guardโs voice echoed, his flashlight beam cutting through the darkness and sweeping slowly toward your alcove.
Tahno broke the kiss instantly, his breathing ragged, his eyes dark with a wild, irritated at the interruption. Before the light could hit your face, he spun, using his wide shoulders to completely shield you from view, his hand gripping your waist with a bruising intensity.
"Don't move," he whispered, his voice dangerously low against your ear as the footsteps drew closer.
The heavy footsteps of the guard thudded against the concrete floor, growing louder with every passing second. The beam of the flashlight bounced off the moisture slicked walls, drawing closer and closer to the shadow where Tahno held you pinned. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic rhythm that mirrored his own. If anyone saw the captain of the Wolfbats hiding in the dark with a rival especially after the brutal display in the ring tonight the rumors would ruin everything you had worked for.
"Stay still," Tahno breathed, his voice barely a vibration against your skin.
His fingers dug into your waist, anchoring you to him as he subtly shifted his weight. He didn't look afraid of getting caught; he looked furious that anyone dared to interrupt him. With a swift, silent motion of his free hand, he drew upon the ambient humidity in the air, condensing it into a thick, localized fog that began to roll out from the room, clouding the hallway.
"Hello? Is someone there?" the guard called out, his voice tinged with nervousness as his flashlight beam hit the sudden wall of mist and scattered into an unreadable blur.
You held your breath, your hands still tangled in the fabric of Tahno's collar. In the absolute quiet, you could hear the faint drip of water from a pipe nearby, and the ragged, shallow breathing of the man leaning over you. He wasn't looking at the corridor. He was looking down at you, his eyes wide, dark, and utterly consuming in the dim light. Even with a guard feet away, his entire focus had narrowed down to your face.
"Must be the pipes venting again," the guard muttered to himself, the sound of his boots finally turning around, shuffling back toward the heavy metal door. The door groaned shut echoing through the silence.
The tension in the air didn't dissipate. If anything, it snapped tight like a rubber band.
You blinked up at Tahno, the fog he created slowly settling into a cold dampness around your ankles. The adrenaline of the near miss was fading, leaving behind the stark, terrifying reality of what you were doing. You had just kissed Tahno. You had let him see the crack.
"Tahno, let go," you whispered, the bravado from earlier completely gone, replaced by a sudden, jarring wave of panic. You pushed against his chest again, this time with real force. "We need to leave. Separately. This can't happen again."
The mask of the arrogant, playful rival didn't slide back over his face. Instead, his expression darkened, a chillingly calm, possessive shadow falling over his sharp features. His grip on your waist didn't loosen even a fraction.
"You think you can just walk away from this?" he asked, his voice dangerously soft, a difference to the manic edge that had been there moments ago. "You think you can just pull me under, take what you want from me to satisfy whatever thrill you get out of hating me, and then leave?"
"I don't want anything from you!" you defended, your voice shaking.
"Another lie," Tahno purred, leaning down until his lips brushed against your ear, sending a violent shiver down your spine. "I felt the way you kissed me back. You're just as broken by this as I am. You can go back to your team tonight. You can pretend to hate me in front of the reporters tomorrow. But you and I both know how this ends."
He finally released his grip on your waist, but he didn't step back. He let his fingers trail slowly down your arm, a light touch that felt like branding iron.
"I'll see you at the stadium tomorrow for the qualifiers," Tahno whispered, his eyes locking onto yours one last time, filled with a sickeningly beautiful, unhinged certainty. "Try all you want to ignore me from across the ring. Iโll be watching you. Every single second."
Without waiting for your reply, he stepped out of the alcove and vanished into the shadows of the corridor, his footsteps entirely silent.
You stood alone in the damp darkness, your hand trembling as you touched your own lips, still burning from his kiss. The weight of his words felt like a tightening noose, yet as you walked toward the exit, you were left feeling confusedโyou weren't sure what to feel of this anymore.
Author's Note
Author is a massive FREAK for arrogant side characters ๐ฃ this man got me in a chokehold ๐
Guys I need more Tahno content, literally all the fics I've read are mainly on Wattpad and are REALLY old or discontinued, I need more content for this man PLSPLS I will literally do a double flip on a foldable table then land a single basketball shot right then and there for more fics of this man. DO NOT PLAY WITH ME.
Okie since that's out of the way I hope you enjoyed and don't forget to check out my master list for more content๐
Detective Mako x Partner Reader | Fluff/Suggestive
โฐโโค A heavy, freezing downpour of rain on the glass of the apartment window. Inside, the living room is a you sitting beside Mako, letting the comfortable silence wrap around you both. With him so close, the cold outside doesn't matter; his presence is all the warmth you need.
Tags: rainy days, Mako's sweater, pent up Mako, freaky reader, freaky Mako, teasing, deep kisses, oh no they went to the bedroom!!, fluff(?), suggestive themes/implications, Mako is feeling rather hungry
The heavy rain continued to drum a relentless beat against the glass, blurring the distant, flashing neon lights of downtown Republic City into a haze of amber and blue. Inside the quiet apartment, the chill of the storm felt miles away. The small living room was alive with a heavy, magnetic stillness, the air between you and Mako thick with a quiet intensity that had slowly taken over the room.
He leaned back slightly against the cushions, his dark eyes never leaving yours as his hand remained anchored at the nape of your neck. His skin was incredibly warm, a perfect contrast to the drafty room.
"You're quiet," Mako murmured, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that vibrated right against your chest. "Thinking about something?"
"kind of," you whispered, a small smile tugging at your lips as you reached up, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jawline. "Just thinking about how you always manage to feel like a warmer, even when you're completely exhausted."
Mako let out a soft, breathy huff, his gaze softening just a fraction. "Perks of being a firebender, I guess. Though usually, I have to actually try to keep the heat up. With you, it just kind of happens." He slid his hand down from your neck, his fingers trailing slowly over your collarbone where his black sweater had slipped. "Itโs a good thing, too. Because this sweater isn't doing a very good job of keeping you covered."
"That's because it's yours," you teased softly, shifting your weight so you were sitting closer to him, the knitted blanket pooling around your hips. "Itโs too big. But I like it."
"Yeah?" Makoโs eyes darkened, his grip on your waist tightening instinctively as he pulled you a fraction closer. The playful edge in his voice faded, replaced by something much more deliberate. "What do you like about it?"
"It smells like you," you admitted, your voice dropping to a breathless sheepishly whisper. You slid your hands up his chest, feeling the steady, rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath his shirt. "And it reminds me of when things were a little simpler. Before the detective work. Before you spent every night drowning in paperwork."
Mako ran a hand through his dark, messy hair, a sudden flash of vulnerability crossing his features. "I know Iโve been distant. The precinct... Chief's got everyone on edge with what's going on lately. I feel like if I take my eyes off the files for one second, Iโm going to miss the one piece of evidence that ties it all together." He paused, his gaze dropping to your lips before locking back onto your eyes. "But right now? I think the files could...wait."
"Good," you murmured, leaning in until your breath fanned across his lips. "Because I didn't come out here to talk about case files."
"Is that so?" a faint, dangerous smirk touched the corner of his mouth.
"Strictly off the clock, remember?" you reminded him, repeating his own words back to him with that playful smile.
Mako didn't answer with words. He closed the remaining distance between you, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that was instantly deep, heavy, and consuming. It wasn't a gentle, hesitant touch; it was filled with the built up tension of weeks spent working opposite shifts, of brief nods in the hallway, and of nights spent wishing the city would just quiet down. His tongue parted your lips with a smooth, possessive confidence, tasting of the bitter coffee he'd had earlier and the clean, smoky warmth that was entirely his own.
You groaned softly against his mouth, your fingers tangling into the fabric of his shirt to pull him down even closer. The sweater slid completely off one shoulder now, the cool air of the room striking your bare skin, but you barely felt it. Makoโs broad, calloused hand immediately followed the path of the fabric, sliding up your side to cup your shoulder, his thumb pressing firmly into your skin to anchor you against him.
He pulled back just an inch, his breathing shallow and uneven, his forehead resting against yours. "We have all night," he whispered, his thumb wiping a stray trace of moisture from the corner of your mouth. "Bolin won't be back until tomorrow morning. Varrickโs after-parties go on for hours."
"Are you sure?" you breathed, your hands moving up to cup his face, your thumbs smoothing over his cheekbones. "No emergency sirens? No radio calls?"
Mako reached over with his free hand, blindly reaching for the small police radio sitting on the edge of the coffee table. Without breaking eye contact with you, his fingers found the switch and flipped it firmly to off. The faint, static hum of the precinct dispatcher instantly died, leaving only the sound of the rain lashing against the glass.
"No radio," Mako murmured, his eyes burning with a dark, focused heat.
"Just us."
He leaned down again, his lips trailing away from your mouth to press a slow, biting kiss right against the sensitive skin beneath your jaw. A sudden shiver ran through your entire body, and you buried your face into the crook of his neck, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly as his hands slid down to firmly grasp your hips, lifting you effortlessly until you were straddling his lap completely. The heat radiating between your bodies was absolute, completely erasing the chill from the room.
In one fluid, effortless motion, he dug his hands under your thighs and lifted you completely off the sofa. You let out a soft, breathless gasp, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist and hooking your arms securely over his broad shoulders to steady yourself. The sudden change in height made your head spin, but the absolute stability of his grip kept you entirely grounded.
He didnโt look back at the coffee table. He didn't look at the blurry suspect photographs or the messy stacks of papers. As he carried you across the hardwood floor, his foot caught the edge of a stray case file, kicking it carelessly aside without a second thought. For a guy who usually obsessively organized his space, the complete disregard for his work told you everything you needed to know. Tonight, the city was dead to him.
"Chief Beifong is going to have your head tomorrow morning." you teased softly, leaning your head back to look at him as he carried you through the narrow hallway. "Let her," Mako growled playfully, his eyes fixed on yours with a dark, unyielding intensity.
He navigated the short distance to the small bedroom with practiced ease, using his shoulder to push the heavy wooden door open. The bedroom was even darker than the living room, illuminated only by the faint, watery glow of the Republic City streetlights filtering through the windowpanes. The bed was a messy tangle of sheets and blankets, exactly how he had left it after his rushed morning shift.
Mako didn't lay you down immediately. He stood at the foot of the bed for a heartbeat, just holding you against his chest, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. The sheer heat radiating off his body was overwhelming, acting as a natural barrier against the damp chill creeping into the room.
"Are you still feeling cold?," he spoke softly, his voice dropping into a gentle tone.
"I'm not cold anymore," you whispered back, your fingers tangling in the short, dark hairs at the back of his neck, gently pulling him down. "I promise."
"Let's make sure," he murmured.
Slowly, deliberately, Mako leaned forward, lowering both of you onto the mattress. The old springs gave a soft, familiar creak as your back hit the sheets, but any sound was instantly swallowed as Mako followed you down, his heavy frame hovering over yours, pinning you into the mattress with a comforting weight. He braced his forearms on either side of your head, his dark eyes looking down at you through the shadows.
The sweater you wore had bunched up around your waist, and the cool air of the bedroom hit your exposed skin, making you shiver slightly. Mako noticed immediately. He reached down, his large, warm hands finding the hem of the sweater.
"This has to go," he whispered, his knuckles brushing against your ribs, sending a fierce spike of heat straight to your core.
"Then take it off," you breathed.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Mako helped you pull the heavy wool over your head, tossing his sweater carelessly onto the floor. He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over you in the dim light, his expression a mix of raw desire and absolute devotion. He reached for the heavy quilt at the foot of the bed, pulling it up over both of your shoulders, sealing the two of you in.
When he leaned down to kiss you this time, there was no hesitation left. His mouth met yours with a burning, possessive hunger, his hands sliding down to have a feel of your body before finding your hand, pressing your palm flat against the mattress while the other traced back up to your neck. The storm outside continued to rage, the rain lashing violently against the bedroom window, but inside the heavy blankets, it was perfectly warm, perfectly quiet, and entirely yours.
Author's Note
Tee hee ๐ฃ author cock blocked all of you, please don't kill me๐ I swear I'm just testing out how to write nsfw scenes don't come at me yet๐ญ also this post has been postponed for a while cuz school (โ เผเบถโ ย โ เทดโ ย โ เผเบถโ )
I love freaky readers, I think it's because I'm a freak myself ๐ฃ anyway more content for my Mako freaks !!!
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I need more Mako fics he's my man since I was 9 and he's so overhated I wish we had more than just crumbs for him ๐ซ
Dw anonymous, there will be more content for all my Mako freaks out there๐ฃ I'm currently working on one right now it's moving slow because erm.. school ๐๐๐ BUT I'll be sure to post it immediately once it's done ๐
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