𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

──۶ৎ── 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 ──۶ৎ──

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

──۶ৎ── 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨 ──۶ৎ──

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪.

──۶ৎ── 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨 ──۶ৎ──

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪.

──۶ৎ── 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ──۶ৎ──

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪.

──۶ৎ── 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 ──۶ৎ──

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𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐱𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐦/𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐮𝐩 @𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞

☆Fire Lord Zuko x Reader. ☆WC:2.5K ☆Summary: Loosely based on the K-Dramas Crash landing on You and Bon Appetite Your Majesty. Reader owns a bakery and her friend insists that she takes a break from working so they go to the beach. In an unexplainable Jet ski accident, reader ends up in another world. One with a handsome Lord.

Even before your eyes opened, the faint aroma of sourdough starter, melted butter, and vanilla lingered in your apartment above the bakery. It had become your favorite way to wake up as it was a quiet reminder of the life that was waiting downstairs.

The sky was still dark when you tied your apron around your waist as you descended the narrow staircase slipped into the kitchen. You put on some music after switching on the warm pendant lights, bathing the little bakery in a golden glow.

Texting your Dealer that you kinda have a crush on.

Where aang has 2 airbending kinda and 1 no bending kid and 1 earthbending kid who

And it’s just aang subconsciously giving his air bending kinds more attention and kinda neglecting his other kids

Like yes he would still help take care of them but he won’t be there as much and it’s hurting them cause they just want their dad’s attention.

And you their mom notices and it hurts seeing your kids feel that way so you confront aang

──۶ৎ──Absent ──۶ৎ──

☆Aang x Fem!reader. ☆Word Count: 1.K ☆CW: Angst. Aang being an absent father. An extra child that is unnamed as also happens to be an airbender ☆AN: I am SOOOO sorry this took long. I began writing this ages ago and forgot bcz Aang was pissing me off. (that's my fault but oh well)

Aang had just gotten back from taking Tenzin gliding over the cliffs surrounding the Air Temple and the little boy couldn't stop talking.

"Dad let me steer! He said next time he'll teach me how to catch the wind!" he said excitingly as he stepped inside.  Aang laughed, ruffling Tenzin's hair. "You did great."

You smiled from the kitchen, stirring dinner. "Sounds like fun."

"It was!" Tenzin beamed before racing off.

Aang wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "You should've seen him. He's getting so good."

You leaned into him. "I'm sure."

Your smile faltered as you looked across the room where Bumi sat quietly carving a little wooden bison. He hadn't looked up since his father came home.

Over the next week, Bumi worked hard on his carving before taking it to his father. "Dad?"

Aang looked away from the ancient Air Nomad scroll he was reading with Tenzin. Bumi stood awkwardly in the doorway. "I made something," he says shyly.

"Oh?" Aang perked up. 

Bumi walked over, holding out the little carving he'd been working on for days. It wasn't perfect, one horn was shorter than the other and the tail was crooked but he'd spent every spare minute making it.

"For you," the boy says, holding it out. 

Aang smiled. "That's really nice, buddy." He took it, looked at it for maybe three seconds then absentmindedly set it beside the scroll. "Can you put it on my desk? Tenzin and I are in the middle of something."

Bumi's smile disappeared; he nodded solemnly and walked away.

That night, you found the carving tucked into one of Bumi's drawers instead of on Aang’s desk. Bumi had hidden it after realizing his father hadn't cared enough to keep it. You picked it up carefully to inspect it. It was beautiful. Your eyes burned before you quickly placed it back inside the desk. 

"Dad?" Kya poked her head into Aang's study. He was helping Tenzin translate old Air Nomad texts.

"What is it, sweetheart?" he hummed.

"Will you braid my hair?" the young girl asked quietly. 

"Can it wait?"

She hesitated. "...Okay."

An hour later you found her sitting on her bed. Trying and failing to braid it herself, her tiny fingers kept getting tangled. You sat behind her and helped her with the plaits.

She leaned against you with a soft sigh.  "I wanted Dad to do it."

It was the little things. Tenzin wanted to meditate and Aang canceled meetings. Your youngest, who was just a toddler, wanted to practice breathing techniques and he spent the afternoon with her. If Bumi asked if Aang wanted to go fishing, he’d put it off for another day that never seemed to come. Kya wanted help learning a new waterbending form and he always told her that you could help. 

One evening, you finally said something once the children were asleep. Aang was happily organizing Air Nomad relics they'd found earlier that week.

You stood in the doorway before clearing your throat.  "Aang."

He smiled. "Hey."

"You missed Bumi's presentation today," you say disappointingly.

His smile faded. "I know. I couldn't leave Tenzin's lesson halfway."

"You've missed the last four," you state.

"I'll make the next one." He sighed.

"Do you know Bumi's favorite food? When was the last time you asked Kya about her waterbending?"

Aang stayed silent because he couldn't remember. He sat on the floor, elbows resting on his knees.

Finally, he whispered, "I thought I was doing enough."

You sat beside him, your shoulder brushing his. "I know."

"I made sure they were fed and told them I loved them every night."

You reached over, gently covering one of his hands with yours."They worship you." Your voice cracked. "They wait by the windows when you're supposed to come home. They make you gifts and tell everyone how amazing their dad is. And every time you choose airbending over them and they think it's because they aren't enough."

"That's not true," Aang mumbles.

You move closer, taking his hands. "I know you love them so why does it keep happening?"

He couldn't answer but he knew that every time he looked at his airbending children, he saw the last pieces of a culture he'd lost. Somewhere along the way he forgot that Bumi and Kya weren't asking for the Avatar, they were just asking for their father. 

"The Air Nomads..." he murmured. "Every day I wake up terrified that if I don't teach Tenzin everything... then they'll disappear forever. I kept telling myself I'd take Bumi fishing next week."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I'm taking Bumi fishing at sunrise."

"And if Tenzin wants to train?" you inquire. 

"He'll understand," Aang says. “ And I’ll ask Kya to teach me one of her waterbending forms after breakfast."

You laughed softly. "She'd love that."

"And every week we’ll do something together," he looked back at you, guilt still lingering in his eyes. "I can't promise I'll never make another mistake, but our children will never have to wonder if they're worth my time again."

The next morning, before the sun had fully risen, there was a gentle knock on Bumi's bedroom door.

A sleepy voice mumbled, "Come in..."

The door creaked open and Bumi blinked blearily at the familiar orange-and-yellow robes.

"Dad?" he said softly. 

Aang smiled, holding up two fishing poles. "I think someone promised me a fishing trip."

For a moment, Bumi stared at his father in disbelief before smiling softly. 

"Dad, really? You mean it?" His voice is filled with excitement as he sits up.

Aang's smile wavered, guilt flickering across his face. "Really."

Bumi's grin spread slowly and he practically launched himself out of bed.

"Give me two minutes!" As Bumi scrambled to get dressed, Aang looked down the hallway and caught your eye. You were leaning quietly against the wall, watching. He gave you a small, grateful smile. At last, he was finally choosing to be there.

──۶ৎ── Masterlist Aang masterlist ──۶ৎ──

Disclaimer: I don't own Rights to any characters mentioned nor do I consent to plagiarism of any kind. Thankyou for reading loves ;)

☆SingleDad!Hobie × Daughter!Reader ☆CW: Father/Daughter relationship. Light angst and Fluff. No use of Y/N. Based on this request

Hobie sighed through his nose, dragging a hand down his face. "Oi!" he called after you. "Don't walk away while I'm talking to you."

Your bedroom door answered for you, slamming hard enough to rattle the picture frames.

He stood in the hallway for another second before muttering, "Brilliant."

The argument had started over something stupid or at least it had become something stupid. You had missed curfew by nearly an hour. Hobie had spent forty-five minutes swinging across half of London looking for you before finally spotting you laughing with your friends outside the train station.

The relief he'd felt the second he saw you had lasted all of three seconds before the fear quickly turned into anger. 

Now both of you had said things you didn't mean.

"You're treating me like I'm five!" you yelled. 

"Because you acted like you've got five brain cells tonight!" he yelled back. 

You'd rolled your eyes and he hated when you rolled your eyes.

"One day someone's gonna hurt you because you keep thinking nothing bad can happen."

You'd stared at him in disbelief "...You think I'm stupid."

"I didn't say that," he sighed.

"You basically did." Then you'd stormed upstairs.

Behind your bedroom door, you collapsed onto your bed. You couldn't stop the tears from falling down your cheek. You hated crying after arguments because it made you feel weak. You buried your face into your pillow so he wouldn't hear.

Downstairs, Hobie paced the kitchen, made tea just to forget about the tea and sighed  "...Nice one," he muttered to himself.

He wasn't angry anymore, he was just scared. He knew too much about how dangerous the city could be and he never wanted you carrying those fears.

Twenty minutes passed and the house stayed quiet before he made his way up the stairs behind you and knocked on your door.

"...Kid?" You didn't answer so he spoke up again. "...Can I come in? I'll stay out 'ere if you'd rather."

You sniffled, quickly wiping your eyes. "...It's unlocked," you said softly.

The door opened slowly and Hobie peeked inside. His face was painted with concern when he noticed your red puffy eyes.

"...Aw." His shoulders dropped. "...Come 'ere."

You looked away, hiding your face in your pillow. "No," the word came out muffled from the pillow.

"Alright."

He didn't push any further and sat on the floor beside your bed, leaning his back against the mattress.

"... I didn't mean what I said," Hobie said quietly. "I was scared."

You raise your head up from the pillow to speak more clearly. "You yelled at me. You called me irresponsible and you made me feel like you don't think I can do anything on my own." 

He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. "...That's on me. When I couldn't find you… I've seen too much. I know exactly how quickly people can disappear and for forty-five minutes I convinced myself I'd lost my kid."

He looked down at his hands and let out a humorous laugh "...The room became very still.

"I wasn't thinking about grounding you or anythin. I was thinking how I'd survive if I never found you."

Your heart squeezed. You climbed off the bed and quietly sat beside him on the floor, moving closer to him till your shoulder bumped his.

"...I missed the bus and the train got delayed. I wasn't trying to scare you.”

"I know." He said softly.

"I'm sorry dad," you whisper.

He nodded. "...I'm sorry too."

You looked at him. "You really thought something happened?"

He gave a tired smile. "...You're my daughter. As far as I'm concerned, every worst-case scenario becomes statistically likely until proven otherwise."

You snorted at his comment. "That's...dramatic."

He shrugged. "Drama's part of the uniform."

You laughed harder and he finally cracked a small smile. After another quiet moment, he gently nudged your shoulder.

"We fix this?" You nodded and he opened one arm. You lean into him and both his arms wrapped around you, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"You know," he murmured, "one day you're gonna be grown up, living somewhere else, making your own choices."

You frowned. "Don't remind me."

He smiled into your hair. "So until then I'm gonna worry a lot, but it's because you're my favorite person."

You hugged him tighter. "...Love you, Dad."

He kissed the top of your head. "Love you more, kid."

Disclaimer: I don't own Rights to any characters mentioned nor do I consent to plagiarism of any kind. Thankyou for reading loves ;)

Souu cute!!! I did all two

──۶ৎ── Picnic and a Baecation ──۶ৎ──

☆Fire Lord Zuko x Wife/Reader. ☆Cw:NSFW MDNI , Groping, Tit fucking, Mutual masterbation, body praise, unprotected sex. Oral fem recieving. Smut with a Plot!!!

Pt2 of this fic

A soft fuss escaped the crib inside the nursery. You sighed from where you stood beside the nursery door. "She's not going down tonight."

Your ten-month-old daughter sat in her crib, clutching the bars and staring at you with suspiciously alert eyes for someone who had been rubbing sleep from them half an hour ago. Across the room, Zuko looked up from the rocking chair.

"Want me to try?" He asked placing down a paper he was reading on the table next to him.

You laughed. "You can try."

The confidence in your voice made him narrow his eyes. Zuko stood and scooped her up before she could start fussing again but instead, she grabbed a fistful of his hair.

You winced but by now he was used to it.

"See?" he said calmly. "We're getting along fine."

The baby tugged harder and his face twitched. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. He settled back into the rocking chair, adjusting her against his chest.

For a few minutes, neither of you spoke, hoping the silence would get her down. Your daughter's tiny fingers slowly loosened from Zuko's hair as she relaxed in her father's arms.

Your jaw nearly dropped. "Oh, come on."

Zuko looked up at the outrageous look on your face and a smug smile tugged at his lips. "You're glaring at me."

"Because she never does that with me. You look very pleased with yourself." You huff, crossing your arms.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Liar. You watched him continue rocking her, his hand rested securely against her back. Ever so often he'd press a kiss to the top of her head.

Zuko had always been a good father, very patient and gentle. He could spend an entire day handling ministers and military reports only to drop everything the second your daughter reached for him.

You watched her little body grow heavier with sleep and Zuko smiled down at her, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

A thought slipped into your head. I want another one.

You tried to blink the thought away. You blinked. For months, every time Zuko jokingly brought it up, you'd immediately shut him down.

One baby was enough and exhausting. One baby already had you surviving on very little sleep.

But seeing him like this, seeing how much love he had to give, the thought didn't seem ridiculous anymore.

You found yourself imagining a tiny newborn in his arms and Zuko trying and failing not to spoil both children rotten. The thought made warmth bloom through your chest.

Despite all the excuses you tried to come up with to delay having another child, the truth was more complicated. Your gaze drifted downward to your body and the changes pregnancy had left behind.

You knew Zuko didn't care. He'd never once made you feel anything less than beautiful but sometimes, late at night, when you catch your reflection, you miss who you used to be.

And the idea of going through it all again terrified you. You loved your daughter more than life itself and you'd do it all over again for her in a heartbeat, but that didn't mean it hadn't been hard.

"What's wrong?" Zuko's voice pulled you from your thoughts. He was looking at you, concern replacing the sleepy smile he'd been wearing moments ago.

"Nothing," you shook your head.

You sighed seeing the disbelief on his face.

"I was just thinking.” He hummed in response, before a few moments later, your daughter finally drifted completely asleep. Zuko carefully lowered her into the crib.

The two of you stood there for a second, admiring her, then quietly slipped out of the nursery.

You closed the door softly behind you but before you could take another step, Zuko reached for your hand, his thumb brushing across your knuckles.

"You seem distracted," he says softly.

"I'm tired,"you shrugged but he didn't look convinced.

The moment you reached your chambers, he turned toward you. "What is it?"

You sighed. "You ever worry things won't go back?"

Zuko frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

You hesitated, suddenly embarrassed, but his expression remained patient.

You looked down at your hands before continuing. "My body. I know it sounds silly."

"It doesn't," he reaches out to hold your hand.

"I just..." you swallowed. "Sometimes I don't recognize myself anymore."

"I love being her mother," you whispered. "But sometimes I miss feeling..." You searched for the word. "Pretty."

The silence that followed was thoughtful. Zuko reached for your face gently.

"Do you know what I see when I look at you?"

You rolled your eyes slightly. "Zuko—"

"I'm serious." He rested his forehead against yours. "I see the woman I fell in love with. I see the woman who carried our daughter."

His thumb brushed your cheek. "I see someone stronger than anyone I know."

He presses a soft kiss against your forehead. "I see my beautiful wife."

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You hated how emotional that made you.

"You really mean that?"

"Of course I do,” he said almost offensively. He leaned in and kissed you slowly and patiently.

"You are an amazing mother," he said when he finally pulled away. "And you're beautiful, and I want you to have my baby,” he mumbles into your neck as he kisses you there.

The needy look in his eye was enough to convince you, and once he saw your smile, he quickly untied your nightly robes, dropping them to the floor. His lips crashed into yours again in a heated kiss as he walked you over to the bed. You sit on the edge and he gets his clothes off in front of you. Your eyes wandered down to his happy trail and his already hard dick.

His hands came up to grope each of your tities, massaging them a bit because he liked to see milk leak out from your nipples. He drops to his knees and latches on to one of your nipples while pinching the other.

You hum and lean into him, hands running over the band holding his bun together. You tugged it out, letting his hair fall to get a hold of him to your breast. He moaned as he got a taste of your breastmilk, licking and leaving hickeys on your chest with soft bites.

Eventually, he stood up again, holding your breasts together and bringing his dick through them. He started to fuck your tities and one of your hands rested on his hip, and the other moved between your legs, rubbing your clit and stimulating yourself, you moan and lean your body forward into him.

He got a better angle on your boobs this way, fucking up your tits till he felt you lick it after one of his thrusts. He whimpered softly as you spit on it, still lingering yourself, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet.

He groaned softly and his cum sprayed over your chest and he aimed some in your mouth. You swallowed what you caught and he dropped to his knees again, rubbing the cum into your skin.

“See how I just came for you baby?” he asked resting his head against your stomach as you ran your hands through his hair. He looked up at you for a moment before bringing your leg over his shoulder and positioning his tongue at your entrance.

You shudder at the first lick, throwing your head back into the nearest pillow. He moved your hips closer and stuck his tongue in your pussy, moving it in and out while rubbing your clit. You moan, gripping the sheets and grinding your hips against his face.

You felt the knot in you tighten as he continued, only momentarily pulling out to suck your clit before his tongue went back in. The grip you had on his hair tightened as he pulled his tongue out yet again to place in his fingers.

He lifted his head up to take a proper look at you sprawled out on the bed smiling to himself.

“Feel good?” He asked, watching you nod speechless. He pulls his finger out before you could cum, you whine at the loss of contact.

“Hmm don't worry,” he reassures you as he lines himself up with your entrance, teasing you with the tip. Your legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer as he finally pushed in, filling you up.

You missed feeling him inside of you, filling you up, seeing his bulge poke your stomach, you missed it all. He fucked you like he missed you because he really did, he missed the smell of your sex, the taste of you on his tongue and the beautiful sounds he made.

The two of you moved in sync, he left sloppy wet kisses down your neck and his hands wrapped around your hips to guide you into him more smoothly.

“M gonna fill you up okay?” He whispers raggedly in your ear. “Every night till you're pregnant again”

You arch your back off the bed in a shuttering moan as you reach your climax.

Zuko gasps, his entire body tensing as waves of ecstasy crash over him simultaneously. He clutches you tightly, burying his face in your neck with a muffled groan.

You felt the hot cum leak out from you as he continued his pace, helping you ride out the high. “I love you,” you mutter.

He kisses your forehead and whispers softly, “I love you beautiful, my gorgeous wife.

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