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cw: talk of losing weight, struggles with self-esteem and body image

"I think I need to lose some weight," you say to yourself, frowning as you stare at your naked form in the mirror. Your hands squeeze at the soft plush of your stomach and fondle the rolls at your sides, each touch a firing shot to your self-esteem. "Maybe I should join that exercise group that run sessions every—"

A sudden crash makes you jump, eyes widening in shock at the sound of rapid footsteps racing towards the bedroom. You're about to reach for your robe when Aang bursts into the room, the look in his eyes wild as he stares at you. Out of habit, you draw the robe to your chest to hide some of your nakedness.

"A–ang?" You stutter, puzzled as you observe your husband. "Are you okay? Did something—?"

"Don't you dare lose weight!" He interrupts loudly, having you squealing when he reaches out to grab hold on you. "Please don't or else I'll actually die. I'll wither away into nothing and is that what you want? To kill your husband?"

"Aang!" You exclaim, flustered at the feel of his large hands roaming your body and shamelessly fondling. "What are you—? How did you even hear me!?"

"I'm the Avatar," he replies solemnly, groping the plush swell of your ass. "I can hear anything and everything."

"Pretty sure that's false!" You try to push away his hands but deem it an impossible venture because Aang's ridiculously strong and ridiculously stubborn. "Besides, it won't cause any harm for me to drop a few pounds, right? Maybe lose a few rolls and make my thighs less thick?"

Aang stares at you, deadpan. "So you want to kill me?"

You can't help but snort. "No, I'm not trying to—"

"My extremely beautiful, hot, incredible, sexy, and gorgeous spouse wants to make their thighs less thick and they're saying they aren't trying to kill me. That's so crazy, I never knew you hated me."

You're laughing before you can help it. "Spirits, you're dramatic." You're smiling, your heart warm. "No, I just...I sometimes think I'd look better if I were smaller and...less...y'know." You gesture a wide width with your hands, your smile waning. "I see all these pretty people on the street with their bulging muscles and flat stomachs and lack of a double chin and I'm just...like...would it be better if I were like that?"

"No." Aang's answer is immediate. "No, it wouldn't be better because you're perfect as you are right now." He settles his hands on your hips, a comforting touch. "It may not matter but I love the way you look and how your body is. I love how it molds perfectly into mine and how it remembers my touch so well. I love how it keeps you alive and strong and healthy. I love how it allows you to exist right here with me." He leans in to rest his forehead against yours. "Also you wouldn't believe the amount of appreciating looks you receive whenever you walk by."

"Shut up." You roll your eyes but they're already misty with tears and there's a lump in your throat. "You're just saying that."

"I have eyes," Aang replies simply, nuzzling his nose against yours. "And I'm the Avatar so I'm correct about these things."

"Being the Avatar doesn't make all of your answers correct," you say softly, laughing when Aang nips at your nose.

"It does, don't argue with me," he says, smiling. "And hey, if you want to change, that's absolutely fine becauae it's something you want. But don't change because society is weird and awful with its standards."

It's getting harder and harder not to burst into tears because you can't believe you're married to the sweetest man to ever exist. Insecurities are a nuisance to tackle and you're in a battle with them most days as small things knock you off your balance.

The way your stomach looks in a shirt.

The reflection of yourself in a too narrow mirror.

Your cheeks looking far too big when you smile or your thighs chaffing on the day you're brave enough to wear a skirt.

It's tiring to live this way and that's when society gets to you. When it reminds you that being chubby is the wrong move and that if you're thinner, you'll have a far easier time living in a world that will start treating you like you're a part of it.

And not just some ailen.

And today, it nearly claimed you if it wasn't for Aang with his earnest eyes and even more earnest words. Words that you can trust and do trust more than anything because Aang...well, Aang loves you exactly as you are.

You smile as he gently wipes away your tears.

"Yeah, society's awful, isn't?"

Aang beams and drops a kiss upon your lips.

"Just awful."

Part 4 - Part 5 -

No Lamb in this chapter, and Narinder is losing it.

"I've missed you too," Aang replies, pulling back every so slightly to beam you a smile as bright as the sun. "More even."

"Impossible," you retaliate, grinning when Aang aims a pout your way. Big doe eyes blinking and all. "That's not gonna work because I did, in fact, miss you more so you can suck it."

"Oh?" Aang's eyes immediately develop a mischievous sparkle. "What can I suck? I'm assuming anything because I have been gone for two months and I seem to have forgotten how sweet you taste—"

You slap a hand over his mouth, a little flustered. "Slow down, perv. I haven't even said hi to Appa and Momo yet."

Aang playfully rolls his eyes. "I see how it is." His voice vibrates against your palm. "You love them more than me, huh? Your husband's been away for several weeks and this is the treatment I get?"

"The children come first," you reply, amused before shrieking as Aang suddenly licks your palm. "Aang, what the hell!?"

"Mm, just as sweet as I remember," Aang hums contentedly, groaning when you swipe off his own saliva on his cheek. "Okay, that wasn't very nice."

"Says the man who just licked my palm." You deadpan.

"You've literally had my come in your mouth and yet saliva is suddenly a problem?"

"Yes."

"Fair enough."

You smile softly, leaning in to capture his eager lips in a kiss. Your hands rake over the overgrown hair on his head before trailing down to his ears, the touch making Aang melt into you with a shiver.

"I missed you," you murmur against his lips and Aang smiles.

"I missed you more."

"Nuh uh."

"Uh huh."

"Stop squeezing my ass, Aang."

Artist Note: I know I draw a lot of RadioStatic-ish fanart, but in reality, MurderMedia is my actual favorite trope for them. 🎙🪓

Epilogue:

Artist Note: I know I draw a lot of RadioStatic-ish fanart, but in reality, MurderMedia is my actual favorite trope for them. 🎙🪓

Epilogue:

Vox x Fem! Reader

Summary: Vox goes looking for you after a long day of work and finds you in an unlikely place.

A/N: felt inspired to write something short and cute. Hope you like it.

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This particular silence that greeted Vox the moment he zapped himself into his penthouse was unnerving. Theoretically, a calm silence is supposed to be nice and welcoming. It would've been, had you not been noticeably absent. Typically, after a long day of dealing with hell's most incompetent sinners (seriously, was stupidity also a sin now?) he'd find you waiting for him on the couch.

The familiar spot you took on the couch while binging some cheesy show voxtek produced was empty. You usually sat in the corner of his fancy L-shaped couch with a fluffy blanket over your shoulders. The shark-printed blanket that most definitely did not belong to him you took was still there, untouched since yesterday.