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melzula · 2 days
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Ok hear me out. Reader and Zuko go on a run for supplies .Reader makes a mistakes and almost gets seriously hurt/ near death experience. Zuko gets pissed at reader, maybe yells at her. Reader laughs it off and acts like she doesn’t gaf. Zuko later finds reader all shaken up and crying by herself. Love if you don’t, love if you do!
a/n: ty for requesting and hope you enjoy anon !
summary: zuko apologizes and receives something in return
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What was meant to be a simple trip into town for supplies had quickly turned into a disaster, and Zuko believed it was your recklessness to blame.
You’d been too preoccupied in admiring a local merchant’s vast collection of sea shells to notice the Fire Nation soldier creeping up behind you, and if not for Zuko shoving you out of the way to take on the man himself you surely would have been burnt alive. Your failure to stay aware of your surroundings and lackadaisical attitude had almost gotten you killed, and the Prince made sure to point this out to you afterward.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” He scolds you after dragging you out of the marketplace by the arm and back towards camp.
“I was looking at shells, actually, before you so rudely interrupted,” you correct with an impatient roll of your eyes, but the act only seems to annoy him further.
“This isn’t a game, y/n! We didn’t come here to mess around, we came to quickly get more food and go, and we couldn’t even do that because you were too busy looking at stupid shells to notice your surroundings! You could have been hurt or worse!”
“Relax, ‘your highness,’” you dismiss him defensively, harshly yanking your arm away from his grasp. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not dead. I’m fine. You need to stop overreacting and leave me alone!”
Zuko watches with a scowl as you stomp away from him and towards your tent, ignoring the quizzical looks your friends send your way as you shut the flaps closed.
“What’s her problem?” Toph asks with a raised brow from her spot beside the campfire.
“What did you do?” Katara snaps at the boy with an accusatory glare.
“I didn’t do anything!” Zuko exclaims defensively. “As a matter of fact, I just saved her life and now she’s mad at me!”
“Saved her life? What happened out there?” Aang questions with a worried frown. “Was anyone hurt?”
“A Fire Nation soldier snuck up on her while she was distracted and was about to strike before I pushed y/n out of the way and fought him myself.”
“So… what you’re saying is you guys didn’t get any food?” Sokka notes dejectedly only to receive a scolding smack upside the head from his sister.
“If you saved her life, then why is she so upset?”
“I may have been a bit harsh with her after,” Zuko admits reluctantly, awkwardly grasping at the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to snap at her, but I was just frustrated that she wasn’t taking her own safety seriously.”
“Look, that’s just how y/n is sometimes. She’s too trusting of her surroundings sometimes, but you have to gently remind her to be careful,” Sokka explains to his friend. “Maybe if you hadn’t yelled at her she would have taken you seriously.”
“Just give her some time to cool off and apologize later,” Katara advises the fire bender. “She just needs her space.”
Frustrated, Zuko lets out a long sigh before ultimately relenting. Katara is right. He just needs to give you some space to process before bothering you again.
By nightfall the moon has risen in the sky and the rest of your group has called it a day, retreating to their tents to sleep and rest for whatever tomorrow may bring. You still haven’t set foot out of yours since Zuko yelled at you, and the Prince has spent the better half of his day groveling outside waiting for you to emerge. He’s beginning to grow impatient, but he’s also extremely worried. You missed dinner, and no one has been able to get you to come out.
Deciding enough is enough, Zuko takes it upon himself to barge into your tent and check on you. Better you be mad at him for invading your space without permission than for something to be wrong with you without anyone knowing.
When he enters your tent the last thing he expects to find is your figure curled up in your sleeping bag crying. Your body trembles under the blankets and your quiet sniffles are the only sound in the space. If you notice his presence you don’t acknowledge it, and Zuko hesitates before carefully sitting himself beside you.
“Y/n?” He calls out softly, gently pulling the covers back to get a look at your face. Water marks line across your cheeks from tears that had managed to dry off your skin, and it takes you a moment to finally meet his gaze.
“I’m sorry for making you mad,” you whisper meekly, voice cracking with effort after hours of minimal use.
“No, you don’t have to apologize. I should be apologizing for how I acted,” he assures you sincerely, carefully wiping away your remaining tears. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I was just worried about your safety- I’m not sure what I would have done if something bad had happened to you.”
“You really mean that?” You sniffle, looking up at him with doubt clear in your eyes.
“Of course I do. I know it probably didn’t seem that way when I was yelling at you, but I’ve come to care a lot for you, and I’d hate to see you get hurt.”
“I didn’t know…” you murmur quietly as you carefully sit up from your sleeping bag to reach eye level with the Prince. “I always figured you just saw me as some annoying girl you had to babysit.”
“Well, maybe at first,” he admits with a sheepish chuckle only to immediately stop when he catches your unamused glare, “but now I look forward to being sent to the market with you. I enjoy your company even if it means having to be more vigilant of our surroundings on your behalf. Can you just promise me that next time you’ll be a little more careful?”
“I promise,” you nod earnestly and, much to Zuko’s surprise, pull him in for a tight hug. He stiffens at first, unsure how to react to the close contact, but eventually he’s able to allow himself a chance to enjoy your warmth and reciprocate your embrace.
Only you could have the grumpy Prince wrapped so tightly around your finger.
| zuko tags: @ilovespideyyy @yiyibetch @eridanuswave @lammello @a-monsters-love @taeeemin @livelaughlovekuni @lovialy
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innerwomen · 2 days
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Jasmine Tea and Cakes
Paring: Zuko x Reader
TYPE: suggestion. Fluffy
WARNINGS: none.
Summary: While on a mission as a spy for the Fire Nation in Ba Sing Sa you go to a shop for tea, and who do you find? Your childhood bestfriend who was banned the night you were planning to confess.
Parts: Here is where this suggestion stemmed from, though that and this fic can both be read as stand alones.
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Thank you @icantwaittoliveandlearn for the motivation and inspiration of this fic!
Message: I’m back from the dead! Updates will be slow but I’m coming back to my rhythm, I had been unmotivated and overwhelmed but, here, a peace offering a fluffy Zuko Fic.
It’s been months but it’s felt like years since you had to watch Zuko and uncle Iroh leave the Fire Nation and be in search of the Avatar.
You tried busying yourself in the mean time, but every time you tried your mind would subconsciously rear itself back to Zuko; back to the conversation both of you had the night before he left and the day he lost in the Agni Kai. You worried that he would lose himself while trying to earn back his honor but you trusted that Iroh would always steer him back on the right path. ——-
While Zuko was away, the Fire Nations hunger for domination grew and the main target was Ba Sing Sa. You were told the infiltration would happen from inside the great Earth city. Hence why you and a couple other Firebenders were sent to live undercover in the city for a week. You only agreed to this order because you saw it as a means to escape the Fire Nation undetected. You didn’t want to spend another second in the country that had such a man as Ozai as its leader and voice of reason.
You had been making your plans, and on Friday you planned to abandon the mission and make your way to an earth village away from the big city.
While spying, or more accurately said, exploring; the city you found many intriguing things. Such as the spices and herbs, the cuisine and clothing. It was all so new and exciting, you were truly enjoying yourself. You had also gotten into the habit, since arriving, to go a new restaurant every night; to take advantage of the little time you’d have in the capital. Tonight’s restaurant was a tea shop that you had heard from many locals and tourist, was absolutely delicious sweets and bliss teas.
When you reached the street the little shop was sat at, you could already smell the jasmine, chamomile, ginger and spearmint seeping from its windows and front entrance. When you walked in you immediately noticed the calm ambient and staff. This place was sure to live up to its expectations.
“Hello, Ms! Please have a seat anywhere you like, one of our waiters will be with you shortly.” One of the staff members says smiling as they served customers and spoke to you.
“Thank you.” You say before making your way to a table by a window with a good view of the street from the seat. You peered over the menu, reading the plethora of tea and cake options.
“I’m Lee, your server. What do you want to order?” Suddenly a bored and rather irritated voice asks.
You put the menu down to get a look at this Lee who’s voice held such attitude and sass. When you look up you instantly recognize the face, and scar. “Zuko?” You ask quietly making sure your eyes aren’t deceiving you and it really was the boy you haven’t stopped worrying about since you last saw him.
When the server boy sees your face that was originally obscured from the menu he drops his note pad and pen and his eyes widen. “Y/n?” He breaths with disbelief.
At hearing your name you stand up and throw your arms around Zuko into a hug, without missing a beat he wraps his arms around your torso and brings you in closer.
Muffled by his face buried in your shoulder Zuko mumbles, “I’ve missed you, Y/n.”
“Me too. A lot.”
You both pull away from each other and you can’t help but notice how well his scar has healed; and how confident Zuko looks once again. “What are you doing here, Zuko?” How in the world did he end up working in a tea shop; how ironic.
“Well after the search for the Avatar, Azula was on our trail and one thing lead to another- now I work at a tea shop and Uncle Iroh has a bumming business.” He says humbly as he takes his hand through his hair. “But how are you here?”
“Long story short, I was offered to spy from the inside of Ba Sing Se and I only agreed as an opportunity to leave behind all ties with the Fire Nation.” You say almost proud of the plan that you’ve made.
“Your going to become a runaway?” He asks shocked, “that’s what you want? You know if they catch you-”
You signal him to calm his rambling, “I know the consequences and outcomes, and I am taking the risk. Because it’s worth it.” You say smiling reassuringly. “Now tell me everything that’s happened since we’ve last saw each other! I bet you’ve had amazing adventures and have visited new places.” You say excited, as you sit him in the seat across from you to hear everything you’ve missed since the banishment.
Midway through one of his stories you hear and can see the character growth the boy before you underwent. He changed. It showed in the way he spoke calmly and slowly, the way his shoulder relaxed when he spoke, and most obvious to you, the way his eye were clearer. No longer fogged by his father’s ideology or pressure. He has bettered himself and though you know it was hard, you were so proud, because he did it for himself.
“LEE! We are twelve orders behind what is holding you up?” Iroh’s voice booms as he walks out of the kitchen with trays full of orders. When he looks across the room he stops when he sees his nephew seated across from you. “Y/n?” When he sees you smile, he knows it’s you, “Y/N!” Quickly he runs over and engulfs you in a huge.
“Uncle Iroh!” You say just as happy to see the man who practically raised you alongside Zuko.
“What a lovely suprise! Here,” he places a beautiful blue tea cup with delicate drawings of flowers and vines along with its matching saucer in front of you, “Tea is often best enjoyed with the company of others. You two catch up, I’ll wrangle down another server to help with the orders.”
“Thank you, Uncle.”
“Thank you, Iroh!”
You take a slow sip, the hot liquid warms you up and the honey it’s mixed with a nice balm as it glides down while you swallow. “Mmmhm. Just as good as always.” You smile, “Ok, what was it you were saying about a secret tunnel?”
Zuko who was completely distracted by your look of happiness blurts, “I missed you.”
Your smile reaches your eyes as you set your hand over Zuko’s, “Me too.”
Quickly awaken from his trance by the physical touch he embarrassedly asks trying not to stumble over his words, “What was it you wanted to know again?”
“Everything, Zuko. Everything.”
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six-eyed-samurai · 2 days
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AGAIN AND AGAIN - A REINCARNATION AU
Help, what have I done? Sorry if this doesn't fit the characters, I was writing it sleep deprived and as neutral as possible. Support me and my poetry (that I came up with in the shower)
Heavens blessed me with you
The Knight, who when your parents announced you would marry you off to some elderly Lord, kept true to his word and took you away, escaping into the clashing colors of freedom and love in another kingdom far, far away, only for your world to darken into black and white once more when your enraged parents caught up and had him executed; it was now your turn to keep your side of the oath and join him in the afterlife when you drank the poisoned chalice.
In every rebirth
The Roman General who passed by you, lashing out any "potential buyer" when he walked disgusted through the slave market - he bought you freedom and yet somehow you stayed with him forever willingly cuffed by shackles of affection...until he died of an assassination and you were hung for having an "affair" with someone of higher class, but not before you both screamed to whatever god that would listen to come back to each other once more.
I promise I'll find you
The Baker who's never cared a penny about the other air headed girls from his small British village until you, a young noble lady recently moved into the old Baskerville Manor, turned up requesting his help in setting a banquet. Excuses after excuses pile up from both sides in an attempt to extend your brief time together but soon, oh, too soon, you leave as per your family's orders and he's left to wonder how you're doing now, because after years and years of searching they refused to let him in.
Through tears, death, dreams and mirth
The White American who finds you working day in day out at the laundry lady's for little to no pay, so from his not so small tips grew to slipping love letters through the pockets of his clothes, but soon you're fired and bade to leave for your skin colour and he's still bitterly cursing the townspeople for their blind racism.
And I know it's just a gamble
The Hockey player who grins at you who always shows up to his games in every match until he asks you out on an ice skating date, but alas, how could he have known that the day you finally showed up in his jersey, much to his delight, would be the day a crazed fan clubbed you on the head with his own hockey stick, much to your doom? He left the industry as cold as the rink.
Unfair, repeated roll of dice
The F1 Racer who whines about the most ridiculous problems happening to his car and making bad impressions of the other drivers just to see his beloved mechanic even crack a smile - no oil or dirt stained on you could ever dim that brilliant smile when you both went on a joyride together into the sunset...oh, wait, his death on the track did.
But in this temporary, fleeting
The Roommate who knows exactly what you want for breakfast every morning, and soon it spiraled into having a meal together for lunch and dinner too, especially when he added candles and rose petals! You still make your coffee the same way he did even after your studies took you abroad and both of you decided it was for the best to break up.
Moment in fast ending time
The Landlord who did NOT expect such a cute little you to move on when he decided to make a little cash on the side renting out his spare room...never mind, it's still on rent because now you've moved into his room. He managed to save your photo album from the charred remains of your house though...although he couldn't save you.
Tell me, oh tell me
The Drug dealer who just recently entered your big brother's gang, who protected you with his scrawny body every time any sexually frustrated asshole came to harass you. Your declarations of love didn't come in heartfelt words or gifts but a smoked joint with each other. You both didn't get delusional, because why should you when your fantasies were right in front? It was the same when you overdosed after someone ratted him out and sent him to a life sentence in prison.
Darling love of mine
The Mafioso who charms you with his suave words and cool under fire attitude, causing you to giggle and kick your feet whenever he came back to your door with flirtations and blood on his face from those who disrespected the mob boss's goddaughter. It was the classic romantic Italian dinner when he got down one one knee...except for the part when his rivals arrived to gun him down and you're left staring at his broken body and shattered ring.
You're just as lost
The Neighbour who had no idea the babysitter for the kids next door would be so goddamned FINE - if only he hadn't fumbled and stumbled over his words in the elevator! But that's alright, even little Ray and Katie are rooting for him and you! Your first date might not be fancy, but he was more starstruck in awe of you than he was of the night sky as you sat on top of the roof.
In paradise
"I feel like I've know you all my life."
"In every lifetime?"
"Maybe!"
And somewhere deep inside, you both knew it for certain: the endless cycles of pain were finally broken.
"I'm so glad of whatever karma that I did in my previous life got me to meet you!"
"You better continue it in this life so I can see you in the next one!"
Not karma, actually, but a series of broken promises finally repaired.
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Sukuna, Giyuu, Kokushibo, Gojo, Takemitchy, Mikey, Ranpo, Nikolai, Kirishima, Hawks, Kakashi, Nishinoya, Kuroo, Toji, Kazutora, Nanami, Eren Yeager, Gyutaro, Kunikida, Zuko, Yuta, Inumaki, Levi, your favourites!
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hanasnx · 1 day
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so.. hot take fix idea..
fire lord zuko would totally try to fuck you anywhere.. i mean, who’d stop him? from the garden balconies to the throne room or even dining room and study.. it’s very evident that he loves you to everyone around and isn’t afraid to let anyone else know it either.
MINORS DNI 18+
"Zuko," you chide under your breath, shying away from ZUKO's lips that brush the sensitive skin of your neck. "Compose yourself." you hushed instruction is paid no heed as he presses himself into your back, pinning you between the railing and his body.
His lowered voice washes warm breath over your ear, sending chills down your spine, "How can I? I can't keep my hands off you." It's in poor taste for the Fire Lord to express such ardent desire so publicly, the balcony overlooking the balcony is hardly the most inconspicuous place to do it. Even through his layers of robing, you can feel a familiar prodding, and you gasp when his teeth bite into your flesh to distract you. "No one's around." he expresses as if it's encouragement instead of a thinly veiled ploy. It's part of the thrill for him.
The official dressings you wear are inaccessible, you're unsure of how he'll proceed without baring you entirely for the world to see. When his hands grab at the fabrics, bunching them up to inch them higher you reach back to catch him. "Zuko!" you whisper indignantly, glancing at him from over your shoulder. He leans in, furthering you over the balcony from his weight as he steals a grinning kiss from you.
"A quick one, my love. If anyone so much as looks in your direction I'll skin them alive." The barbaric threat is entirely to make you dissolve into giggles as a distraction, moving aside the expensive silks so he can get at what he knows is waiting for him underneath.
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angelltheninth · 8 hours
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So you did Firebenders imagines but what about the Waterbenders healing you after you get hurt. I know it's cliche but I enjoy the angst.
It's okay to be cliché, and I enjoy the angst too don't worry.
Pairing: Aang, Katara, Korra, Tonraq, Kya II x Reader
Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, kissing, being worried, healing, injury recovery
A/N: Love how everyone wears blue here except for Aang, you just know he's special. Well he does have blue arrow tattoos.
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Aang doesn't leave your side until he's sure you're healed up. He's not a healer but he can't leave you to deal with this on your own. Just tell him what you need him to fetch for you, where it hurts and he'll do his best to cool that area off.
Katara is able to calm down quickly and get things under control. She needs to, for your sake. You can see her hands shaking just a little bit so you offer her a strained smirk, something like this is a tiny scratch. Besides with her healing you know you'll be okay in no time.
Korra may have been taught by the best healer in the world but she's still learning. For you though she'll put her best foot forward. And hey if that doesn't work she can always try to kiss it better, it might work even better then her waterbending.
Tanraq has always been more of a warrior then a healer but that can come in handy as well. Might not be as quick as healing with waterbending but he can still make sure to ease your pain. He does get a whole lot more protective while you're recovering.
Kya II will fix you so quick you'll forget you were even injured. On the surface at least and yet she'll keep being clingy and hovering around you until you show her, not tell her, that you're fully healed, then and only then will she go in for a big kiss with you.
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pseudosis · 2 days
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Do they talk shit? (iykyk, all characters are aged up)
Zuko:
Says he shit-talks, actually stands on everything he says.
Sokka:
Shit-talks like hell, when it’s go time, he will gaslight you that he didn’t say anything like that. But he stands on most of it.
Haru:
Never does it. He knows his limits. He actually underestimates himself a lot. But he’s amazing.
Aang:
Does it sometimes to seem cooler in your eyes. Is hesitant when it’s go time. If it’s nothing too crazy that he said, he will stand on it.
Jet:
Talks so much shit, his breath is starting to smell FOUL. Only stands on about 1/3 of it, but at least he can make you cum right?
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valeskafics · 1 month
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Modern!Zuko who works at his uncle's tea shop and always gives you his employee discount
Modern!Zuko who makes sure you walk on the side of the curb away from traffic
Modern!Zuko who jokes that he runs warm because he has fire in his blood and gives you his jacket to wear if you seem even the slightest bit cold
Modern!Zuko who opens up to you about his father's cruelty and lets you massage healing balm into his scar, lets you press your lips to it gently and leans into your touch
Modern!Zuko who cries into your arms the first time your dad calls him "son"
Modern!Zuko who loves playing with your hair all the time
Modern!Zuko who comments "that's my baby 😍" on all of your pictures
Modern!Zuko who always used to shy away from the camera before you
Modern!Zuko who enjoys staying in and cooking a meal together
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Imagine trying to help Zuko convince everyone that he’s good…
“Let me go down to them.” You suggested. “They’ll listen to me.”  
Zuko looked at you, eyes filled with hope as if you had struck gold. “I’ll come with you. They’ll have to listen to me then.” 
Chuckling, you tilted your head which made Zuko frown. What was so amusing?
“Zuko, if you bring me into their camp, Appa will eat you.”
Zuko flinched at the thought and shook his head. “We need a different plan.” He decided and then groaned loudly. “Why is this so difficult?!”
He placed his hand on his chin as he thought harder. You sat up with a small wince. “I could just go on my own, you know.”
“You’re still hurt.” 
“I’m getting better. You said so yourself yesterday.” You argued.
Zuko sighed and turned to you. The frown told him that you were a little annoyed with his protection but all he wanted was to kiss it into a smile. Perhaps later…
Folding his arms, the prince smirked. “Alright, if you can make it to me from there, I’ll believe you.”
You pushed the blankets off and placed your hands on the ground with determination. Slow and steady, you wobbled as you stood but step by step, you began to inch towards Zuko. He wasn’t very far to begin but your pride was on the line. From your cell in the Fire Nation to your recovering injuries, you had had enough of being restricted.
You walked across the ground, arms slightly spread to your sides for balance. 
With only a few paces to go, you were hit with a wave of fatigue and you legs felt like jelly. You slammed into Zuko and clutched onto him. 
“That wasn’t very convincing.” Zuko smirked. 
“Maybe I just wanted to fall into your arms.” You mumbled against his chest. Closing your eyes, sleep began to wash over. Smiling, Zuko wrapped his arms around you and stood there for a little while longer. 
“You need a healer.” He whispered. “I’ll risk being eaten.”
~ More imagines here ~
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sinmalssimp · 8 days
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They would have been an unstoppable duo if they were in the same universe
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carpecaelo · 8 days
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of love & destiny || zuko
can be read alone, or a part of this series.
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"Would you care to hear your fortune handsome?" You heard what sounded like an old woman saying as you were squished between Iroh and Zuko on the adorable yet deadly shirshu.
Your eyes lit up at the words as you nudge your head to the side to catch a glimpse of her.
"At my age there is only one big surprise left," Iroh responded.
"And I would just as soon leave it a mystery," he ended poetically, and although beautiful you didn't share the same sentiment.
Before you all could go bounding off you began waving your hands theatrically from behind the older man.
"I'd like to hear about my fortune!" You said, catching the older woman's attention, as well as the attention of the boy behind you.
As if it's ever left you.
Zuko scoffed at your words. "We have no time for stopovers."
At that a pout played on your lips, a pout the black haired boy couldn't see, but could definitely feel with how your shoulders slumped ever so slightly.
He was so close to bending to your will, but June saved him the embarrassment.
"Actually, Nayla does need a break. Her sense of smell gets weak when she's hungry." The bounty hunter spoke, already hopping off her shirshu, leaving no room for protest.
"See, we have more than enough time," you said, your mood changing almost immediately. And Zuko scoffed to cover up a sigh.
"Fine," was all he could say.
You then cheered, jumping off of the animal to pet her.
"Thank you Nayla," you smiled, patting her side and she let out a huff as if to say thank you.
With that you turned to the fortune teller who greeted you all earlier.
"I'd love to have my fortune read if that's okay with you Ma'am," you smiled at her, raising your hands at chest level and giving her a bow.
"Why of course, young one," she smiled and bowed back.
"And please call me Aunt Wu," she said, before turning towards Zuko.
"How about your friend ponytail over there?"
Zuko scoffed at this, crossing his arms and looking away.
"I don't waste my time with something as trivial as fortune telling."
This had you gasping.
"Zuko, don't be rude," you scolded, slapping the back of his head.
"Don't mind him, he's just not as spiritually inclined as I," you quickly bowed to Aunt Wu in an apology while he nursed the back of his head, looking at you with a glare.
"I see that now," Aunt Wu nodded, giving Zuko an unimpressed look before turning to smile at you once more.
"Well come along," she beckoned you towards her.
You gave Zuko one last look of disappointment before walking away, not feeling his eyes following your figure as you did.
You followed Aunt Wu to a large wooden building, and into a dimly lit room with an elegant table in the middle with two plush pillows on either side.
"Wow, this place is so spiritual," you said for lack of a better term, eyes flicking between the various knick-knacks scattered around the room.
"That it is," Aunt Wu chuckled at your amazement, gesturing you to sit as you did.
"What type of incense would you like dear?" She asked once you were both settled.
"Ooh, Jasmine please," you answered after skimming through her selection.
"Jasmine," she hummed, giving you a teasing look. " I see that someone would like a love reading."
"Heh, I would if you don't mind," your cheeks heated up as the scent of Jasmine filled the room.
You have read many books of fortune tellers and how they may help lead you to your true love. 
But you also read they could help you when you were lost.
Clearing your throat, you composed yourself for a moment.
"But, I would like another thing read first," you gave her an almost pleading look. And she understood immediately what you meant as she held out her hand.
"Very well, your palm please."
You placed your right hand in her slightly softer one, despite you being the younger party. 
You almost stiffened as she ran her fingers along your palms, especially when her fingers grazed the many calluses and scars that had made their home on you.
But you quickly calmed yourself, reminding yourself that this woman meant no harm.
"What would you like to know?" Aunt Wu then asked, pulling you out of your thoughts, which you were ever grateful for.
You took a second to compose yourself with a slow sigh, and she gave a small smile of support.
"I'm very far from home as you can see," you began, gesturing to your crimson and gold armour that you hated in comparison to your flowy robes.
"And I want to know if I can ever go back," you ended, looking Aunt Wu deep in the eyes, almost begging for an answer.
And answer she did.
"Indeed you are far from home," her fingers continued to trail across your hand.
"On mission no less. But your mission is different from the one you have even assigned with," she went on before giving you a look.
"Ponytail, I presume," she quirked a teasing brow and you felt yourself easing up a bit.
"Zuko, yes," you nodded, remembering the promise you made to his mother all those years ago.
The older woman continued her movements across your hands.
"You both have suffered so much," she lamented, and your mood soured once more as you felt the scar on your shoulder sear as if it was new.
"You have both suffered alone and for each other, and you both miss home dearly," Aunt Wu's tone became solemn as she locked eyes with you again.
"But you already know that," she said and you could only nod, your throat becoming drier by the second.
"To answer your question," she said, with a sigh, making you lean towards her.
"Even the spirits have no clear answer."
This had you scrunching your eyebrows, your stomach churning at her words.
"What does that mean?" You questioned, voice becoming agitated.
"Nothing negative dear, don't fret," she tapped your palm gently, noticing how the candles in the room seemed to grow in flame.
"Just because there is no clear answer, doesn't mean there's no answer at all. On your way home, you'll be approaching a crossroad. A crossroad of destiny, and your choice there will determine whether or not you go home," she explained, and your brows only scrunched more.
"A crossroads of destiny," you repeated under your breath.
"But what if I pick the wrong choice?" 
"There are no wrong choices, only your choice," Aunt Wu answered.
"But how will I know what I choose?" You asked again, your voice raising, the flames in the room doing the same.
"What if I never get home?"
"Calm down now," she tapped your palm again, eyes cautiously glancing at the growing flames.
You noticed this and immediately took a deep breath, just as Iroh taught you.
"I'm sorry," you say as the flames begin to calm down.
"It's quite alright," she comforted.
"Not many take to their fortunes kindly, and not to worry, the spirits say more."
You nodded for her to go on.
"The choice is already deep in your heart, and it will reveal itself once you are ready," she explained.
"And as for getting home. Home is not a constant my child."
This had you scrunching your eyebrows again.
"What?"
"Home is what we believe it to be," she answered
"And our beliefs can change overtime. So in a way, you'll reach home no matter what path you choose. It is just a question of what is your home when the time comes and if what you consider home now will remain in the future."
This had your eyes softening. You never thought of it like that. But a question fell off your tongue at her words.
"But will I be happy? With my choice I mean." You almost whispered.
"Not in the beginning, but you will be," she said simply.
"I see," you nodded, finding interest in your lap before your thoughts found their way once again towards the boy who also yearned for home.
"But what about Zuko?" You asked. "Will he be able to go home?"
"That I cannot answer," Aunt Wu shook her head.
"He must be here for me to read his fortune."
"Oh." You said, tone the most solemn it has been.
This did not go unnoticed by the wise woman.
"What I can say however, is that with someone like you on his side, he'll surely find his way," she said with a smile, turning your hand over to grasp it, soft, yet firm.
"Thank you, thank you so much," you finally returned her smile, albeit a bit forced after all you heard.
"It is nothing, I am only doing my job," her smile grew.
"What about that love reading?" She then asked to try to lighten the mood further.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that," you said, making her chuckle.
"Give me your left hand, it is where your love line is." She gestured, and you placed your left hand in hers.
She took her time tracing the lines this time, and as she did you tried to calm yourself more.
The prospect of a love reading was definitely helpful, although you hated the idea of marriage in the traditional sense. Thoughts of love have always warmed you like no other.
"Oh, the answers are very clear here," Aunt Wu said, pulling you out of your thoughts.
"Your path towards love will be a difficult one, but once you reach it, it will be nothing but everything you've dreamed it to be."
This piqued your interest.
"When will I meet him?"
"You mean you don't know who he is yet?" She quirked a brow.
"Should I?" You returned her confused tone.
Surely you'd know if you've already met the love of your life 
"Well, he will be a powerful bender, a fighter with both strength and heart," she described.
"A bit stubborn, but your stubbornness will balance him out well enough," you both chuckled.
"It will be a great love, one that will be spoken about in centuries to come. But the greatness will come with a price of course," her tone darkened a bit as did your gaze.
Why did bad things always happen to you?
"As I said, the way to your love will be filled with sadness, even darkness," Aunt Wu went on.
"A great conflict will arise before you can reach him. But after all that, it would have been worth it."
What was it with your life and conflicts?
"But who?" You asked again, wanting so badly to know your future husband.
All Aunt Wu did was chuckle.
"The thing about being a fortune teller is to not reveal everything at once," She turned your hand over and clasped it in both her hands.
"You will know who he is soon enough." 
She gave you a wink. 
"Please, I really want to know," you begged again.
"The time will come beautiful one, I don't want to spoil the surprise."
She then stood up, leading you up with her, leaving no room for questions.
"Alright," you finally relented, albeit forcefully.
"Thank you so much for the reading."
"It was a pleasure."
With that, she led you back to the town square where Iroh and Zuko were already waiting.
"Thank you again Aunt Wu," you finally let go of her hand and bowed at the fortune teller one final time.
"It's no problem," she bowed back.
"I wish you nothing but the best on your journey."
You quietly watched Aunt Wu leave, head filled with thought of your upcoming crossroads of destiny, and your seemingly almost impossible love. It was only when someone tapped your shoulder where you were finally brought back to reality.
"Here, it's getting really hot," you turned to see Zuko, who had a canteen of water in his hand.
"Thank you," you said, your smile only becoming wider as you took a sip and handed the canteen to Zuko who promptly put it away.
He looked at you for a second, taking in your slightly off expression. He couldn't quite  put his finger on what you were feeling, but he knew it wasn't good.
"What was that all about?" He asked, now trying to coax it out of you.
"Oh nothing," you brushed him off, giving him a smile that you didn't know made him melt.
You were always so good at masking your emotions, as evidenced by Iroh's interest in your conversation.
"By the looks of it someone just got a love reading," the older man said, moving to stand beside you.
"How can you tell?" You questioned, feeling slightly bashful now.
"Talks of love often leaves a glow on a person. And you're practically radiating right now," he commented, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder 
"Well it was an amazing talk," you played into his words. 
You were sure the so-called glow was frazzlement from your anticipation of a slightly disastrous yet rewarding future. But you had to admit, the prospect of such a great love left you swooning a bit.
Iroh's eyes told you to say more, and you did.
"Aunt Wu said I'd marry a strong and powerful bender, and that he'd be everything I've wanted and more," you sighed dreamily, keeping out the part about the great conflict, and the other turmoil that came before it. 
The older man echoed your dreamy sigh, while Zuko scoffed from your other side, making you turn to him.
"I didn't know you were so gullible."
"Excuse me?" You put your hands in your hips 
"Fortune tellers are a scam, she probably just told you what you wanted to hear," he took your challenge, rolling his eyes 
Oh, if he only knew.
Still, you decided to fight with him, as you always did.
"You're just jealous Zuzu," you rolled your eyes back, moving to pinch his cheek lightly as June and Nayla stalked the three of you.
Zuko had no time to protest your actions as June spoke.
"Come on, the sun will set in a few hours," She yelled, now perched upon on her steed, and you all scrambled to follow her.
Iroh got up first behind June, and before you could even raise your arms to hoist yourself up, Zuko pushed you out of the way.
"Let me," he said, holding out his hands as an invitation of help, and you couldn't help but tease him again.
"I didn't know you were such a gentleman."
"I'm not," he growled.
"I just don't want you to fall and cause another delay," 
It was your turn to scoff.
"I'm gonna pretend you never said that because I would like to accept your offer."
Zuko only rolled his eyes at your words, taking your waist in his hands so he could lift you upwards. He then quickly got behind you so as to not waste any time.
"If only my future husband would be as much of a gentleman as you Zuzu, I'd be the happiest girl in the world," you clasped your hands together and placed them against your cheek in an exaggerated swoon to annoy him.
And annoy him you did, so he spat back 
"I pity the man who marries you."
You gasped, but before you could push back at him, your voice was pulled out of you by the sudden jolt that was Nayla bounding off.
You grasped at Iroh's robes In Front of you to keep from falling, and Zuko followed suit by wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you towards chest.
As you held on for dear life, you were left completely unaware of Zuko's reddening cheeks behind you.
And he was unaware of whether the heat radiating off of him was annoyance from your teasing, or jealousy towards your future husband.
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more of a reader character study honestly, but eh.
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neptuneh0rn · 1 year
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morning reflections | fire lord!zuko x reader
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warnings: fluff, one kiss, tears (very brief), advisors being mean :(, fire lord zuko ;)
summary: trying to get zuko out of bed leads to unexpected confessions.
word count: 0.6k
A/N: this is a very short drabble that's been sitting in my drafts for way too long, so enjoy! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammar/ spelling mistakes. feedback is appreciated.
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“Honey, let go, we have a meeting with your advisors in 30 minutes.”
In answer, Zuko grumbled, tightening his arms around your waist and drawing you closer to his bare chest.
“Zuko,” you exclaimed, giggling, “we have to be there! You’re the fire lord, remember?”
“Exactly. I'm the fire lord, therefore I get to decide whether or not I attend I meeting,” he replied smugly, “and right now I’m deciding that I want to stay in bed with my beautiful wife.”
“Flattery isn't going to work, Zu. Don’t even try. Besides, your advisors have finally agreed to allow me to attend this one. I can't be late. That would hardly provide for a favourable first impression."
You had not been looking at Zuko's face when you said that, but you felt him stiffen at your words. All sense of playfulness eviscerates from the air.
"What," Zuko enunciates.
You shift your gaze back to his face, perplexed at his tone. "What?"
"What do you mean, 'my advisors are finally letting you attend this one'?"
"Oh," you replied sheepishly, "just forget I said that."
Zuko gave you a pointed look and sat up straight, resting on the headboard of the massive bed. You followed suit, suddenly taking an obstinate interest in his warm hands, fiddling with his fingers. He took one of his hands from yours and raised your chin with his index finger, urging you to make eye contact with him.
"You want to inform me," Zuko spoke softly, "or should I ask the advisors myself?"
"It's nothing," you started, "it's only that… every time I ask if I can attend the meetings, your advisors refuse. They tell me that these are not affairs that concern me."
Zuko always thought you didn't join meetings simply because you weren't interested in these affairs. His visage distorted into one of rage, and you felt compelled to calm him down, fearful of what he would do to his advisors.
"But it's truly not a problem! It makes no difference to me, honey. As a result, it should not concern you." You ran your hand along the nape of his neck, tenderly running your fingers along the hairs resting there.
"Why didn't you tell me? I could've handled it," Zuko inquired, his voice concerned.
"What would it look like if I came to you with all of my problems? I need to show your advisors that I'm capable of being the fire lady you deserve; that the fire nation deserves," You muttered solemnly. Your head bowed low as if you were ashamed to admit this.
Zuko's heart ached at your confession. How long had you been feeling like this? It's been a year since Zuko took you as his betrothed, and it angered him to just find out now.
"Sweetheart," Zuko started, taking your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles, "you don't need to prove anything to anyone. You are already the fire lady that I deserve and that the fire nation needs. Your presence and input in these meetings are valuable to me, and I want you there by my side. I should have made that clear to my advisors from the start."
You looked up, tears forming in your eyes, "Really?"
"Of course," Zuko replied, wiping away a tear with his thumb, "I'll speak to my advisors and make sure that they understand your importance in these meetings."
You leaned in, pressing your lips to his, revelling in the softness of his lips. Zuko deepened the kiss, his arms wrapping around you tightly. You felt relieved that you no longer had to hide your frustration and disappointment about being excluded from important meetings.
"Thank you, Zuko," you whispered, "you always know how to make everything better."
Zuko chuckled, holding you close, "That's what I'm here for, my love."
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melzula · 25 days
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well since requests are open i wanted to request a zuko fic?
zuko x waterbender reader in which someone from team avatar walks in on them kissing?
i feel like it’d be funny idk lol 😂
a/n: i love this trope it’s so funny. also it’s like subtly mentioned reader is a water bender since i didn’t wanna just shove it in there awkwardly. anyway hope you enjoy!
summary: a private moment between you and your boyfriend is interrupted by your unsuspecting friends
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“Are you sure no one saw you come in here?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Zuko says with a huff after closing the flaps of your tent. “You know, I’m starting to think you’re embarrassed to be seen with me.”
“You know that’s not true,” you argue with a frown. “I just enjoy having some privacy. I know those guys are going to make a big deal about us being together, and I just want to enjoy our relationship without having to deal with any prying eyes.”
“I know,” he admits with a sigh. “I’m just tired of sneaking around. Do you know how difficult it is not to kiss you or check on you after a fight with my sister? It’s torture.”
“It’s just until the war is over. There’s a lot at stake right now, and it would be a weird time to come clean. It’ll be over before you know it.”
“I hope you’re right,” Zuko murmurs with a frown, one that immediately melts away at the feel of your arms wrapping around his midsection. It’s hard to be upset when you’re smiling up at him with the purest look of adoration in your eyes. Despite everything, all of his flaws and mistakes and cruelty, you love him, and it fuels the warmth inside of his heart knowing he has someone like you. Maybe he would have joined the Avatar and his friends sooner if he knew it would lead him to you.
“At least we’re finally alone,” he notes with a faint smile before leaning down to press his lips against your own in a long awaited kiss. He hasn’t been able to give or receive affection all day, and it isn’t until now with your chest pressed against his own that he’s finally able to truly feel relaxed.
Unfortunately, you’re both too engrossed in each other to notice the rustling of your tent flaps as Sokka and Toph let themselves in without a second thought.
“Hey, y/n, Toph and I are gonna head into town, do you want to- oh, gross!” He cries after catching Zuko and yourself mid lip lock.
You both jump at the intrusion, knocking your head together on accident and groaning in unison at the impact.
“Sokka!” You cry out in embarrassment. “Monkey feathers, don’t you knock?!”
“It’s a tent! There is no knocking!” He yells back defensively, equally as upset as you are. “I can’t believe you guys were kissing!”
“We weren’t kissing,” Zuko argues, his face red with embarrassment. “We were… hugging… with our… mouths?”
“Oh, spirits,” you groan, your palm hitting your forehead in embarrassment at Zuko’s horrible attempt at lying. For a Prince, he has a terrible way with words. You’d think all that time spent with his Uncle would make his vocabulary more eloquent.
“If Toph could see she’d be very upset right now!” Sokka scolds, but the girl beside him simply shrugs.
“Actually, this works out great for me. Katara owes me five gold pieces now,” she says with a grin.
“You guys knew they were dating and didn’t tell me?!” The water tribe boy says in offense.
“I had a hunch, but Katara disagreed, so we made a bet.”
“Enough already! This is mortifying enough as it is,” you groan impatiently. “Sokka, we’ll talk about this later. For now, I need both of you out!”
After getting the two to leave the tent, you shut it closed with an irritated sigh. You’re absolutely humiliated, and you don’t think you can show your face to your friends ever again.
“So much for keeping it a secret,” the fire bender mutters.
“You,” you say with an accusatory finger pointed at the Prince, “need to learn how to lie better.”
“I know,” he admits meekly, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. Sighing, you open your water pouch and tend to the growing bump on his head from your previous collision. You can’t stay mad at him when he looks so flustered and sweet, so instead you merely throw your arms around his neck and pull him back in for another kiss.
You can focus on coming clean later. For now, you just want to enjoy your moment of peace with the boy you love.
| zuko tags: @thebluelcdy @royahllty @the-firebender-girl @ilovespideyyy @yiyibetch @eridanuswave @lammello @a-monsters-love @knaite-solo @taeeemin @lora21
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p0ssywhippedcream · 8 months
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Zuko has been with the gang for a while now and you've been able to teach him how to do most any chore. He can set up tents, bathe Appa and even dry clothes off without lighting them on fire (it happened a couple times tho). But the one thing he just can't get is cooking.
He stands beside you as you lower a pot over the fire gently, his eyebrows knitted. He watches as you angle it so there's no chance of it falling as it small bubbles appear; signaling its commence of boiling. You sit down on a flat stone and take out a small knife, gesturing a c'mere motion with the blade.
"Can you hand me the tomatoes?" He grabs them and passes them over, ears flushing when your hand brushes his.
"You're going to boil them?" You giggle and shake your head.
"No, this is for the broth and the beef. Everybody has been craving it but Aang is a vegetarian, remember?"
He nods and pops a squat next to you on a large rock. Your ankles touch and his toes flex. "You're making him something separate." You agreed with a hum and begin to slice the fruit over a bowl in your lap.
"That's nice of you." You glance up briefly and give him a sheepish grin. He finds it endearing.
As you focus your attention back to the task at hand, Zuko wonders what he should say next. Before he can really consider it, you toss a piece of tomato at Momo and ask, "Your uncle makes tea right?"
"Uh, yeah. Uncle loves tea."
"How come you haven't learned how to?"
He doesn't want to admit that he didn't pay attention when he should've, when he had time to notice how Iroh did it. "I wasn't taught."
"Do you want me to teach you?" You look up and pause your slicing. The bowl has a small stack of tomato piled inside that tumbles when you shake it.
"I'm not very good at uh.. making things." You snicker, remembering when he burned lettuce a couple weeks ago.
"Yeah, I noticed," You smile to let him know you're teasing and he returns it a little shyer. "I could, though. Teach you. You don't have to be good at it."
"What's the point of teaching me if I'm not good at it?"
"I like spending time with you." You shrug and reach for an avocado across him. Your arm is just too short and he takes the opportunity to grab it for you, turning his head so you don't see his blush. "And you'd get the hang of it, tea is like.. your birthright."
Zuko chuckles. He always thought his birthright was violence. He wonders if it still is. He doesn't say that. "Because Uncle owned a tea shop?"
"Yeah," You laugh, "And you can use your fire bending, yunno? But I'm not sure if you have the patience for it."
"Why's that?" Suddenly Sokka is next to him, holding a pile of sticks and asking you where you want them. You point next to the fire and notice the water jumping in the pot. Standing up, you motion for the broth ingredients and Zuko hands you the pre-mixed bowl. Sokka is quickly distracted by Toph demanding to know where Aang went and Zuko turns back to you.
The crackle of the fire comforts the atmosphere as the sun sets, giving your face an orange hue that dances dramatically from your chin to your nose. You tuck a piece of hair away and Zuko can see the way your eyes glitter in the soft glow, your pupils swallowing the color of their rims.
It's silent for a bit, Zuko simply watching as you stir the pot and occasionally call out for Sokka and Toph to stop arguing. You set down the ladle and pick up a bowl of assorted vegetables and fruits, passing it to Zuko.
"Can you find that bread from the village? I think it's in Katara's bag?" He disappears to rummage and returns holding a half-eaten loaf.
"Okay, that should be enough," You remark as you turn away from cooking and towards his returning figure. You make eye contact with him and your nose wrinkles in the moonlight as you smile, "Can you cut that in half and make a sandwich?"
He sits down and follows your instructions, first wiping the knife you'd used earlier before slipping it in the loaf and beginning to separate it. His dominant hand slices down as he keeps it steady in the other and as he gets to the end, he takes his chance to look at you.
Your feet are bare on the ground, a little dirty and as you shift from side to side, your heels lift enough he can see your bridges. A daffodil is stuck to the bottom of your left foot, staring at him before being engulfed in a step again. You move around the pot, pushing the ingredients stuck to the side back in the middle and the flower is left upside down on a rock.
His finger burns in pain and he notices a small cut. He had finished slicing the bread and had dug into his hand. Cursing, he sets aside your assignment and stands up holding his hand as blood flows slowly. You notice immediately and rush over. You bend down and rip a bit of your skirt, wrapping it around his hand and shushing him back down onto the rock again.
"It's not too deep, you should be okay." He nods, hissing as the fabric rubs the sensitive flesh. "It hurts?"
"Yeah." You press his hand towards you, checking it again and clutching it from the palm.
"You can go back to cooking." You look up at him confused and he continues, "It might burn."
"It's fine, it needs to marinate. You need my attention more."
The firelight covers the furious burning of his face, "Are you sure? It's a small cut."
Your expression is hard to see in the dark but the coy fluttering of your features is obvious enough. You're nervous, and a shade darker on your cheeks and oh, you're blushing too.
"I care about you." You murmur and it's a blessing he hears it.
"I- I care about you too," He offers, the urge to look away would be worse if you weren't already doing that. He watches the twitch of your nose as your smile takes your lips again. You meet his gaze and he realizes how close you are. He feels your hot breath on his face and leans in just a bit more. "You look really... really pretty."
Your eyes crinkle in the corners as your mouth spreads wider and reveals your teeth, dimples making his heart flutter as he confesses, "You're glowing. The- the fire makes you glow."
You digest his words with a gentle laugh covered by your hand. "Yeah," You pause and quirk your head to the side, "You do."
He wants to faint and of course he doesn't know what to say. You help him out again and suddenly your nose is brushing his. "You like me?"
He nods because he's not sure he can speak without squeaking.
"I like you too.." Your words are felt on his lips as you get even closer. Your eyes dart across his face, seemingly checking for affirmation before your mouth is on his and all the blood rushes to his head. His hand comes up to hold your head as he kisses you back. For a second, it's so amazing as you lick across his bottom lip until pain is shooting up his hand and he has to pull away.
Your hair had brushed his still open cut and he cradled his hand a little closer to himself as you re-examine it. "Sorry.."
Zuko looks at you like you're crazy, "Don't be sorry."
You glance up and away, still flustered.
"I've liked you for so long," His admission fills the night wind and you prompt him to continue with wide eyes. He's a little quieter as he finishes with, "Since Ba Sing Se."
He misses your voice dearly as he waits for your answer. He gets it in the form of giggles ticklish as butterflies. He watches you with curiosity until you say, "I was wrong, you are patient."
He laughs too now and you both shake beside the fire with hands holding bellies. The spurt of broth leaping out of the pot brings you back and you scramble up to stir it. Zuko watches as you step over the daffodil again and it flips upright, showing him that it was two, smushed so closely it looked like one. He looks up at you in admiration as you taste the stew and feels a surge of affection for whatever luck landed him at your side tonight.
"You were wrong too," His face contorts in confusion and you elaborate, "You're good at making things... you made me like you."
He's the luckiest guy in the fire nation. He goes to tell you but you speak first. "And I want to teach you how to make tea, but I think I should let Iroh. When we find him."
Zuko's left with a mouth hanging open and a heart stuck between missing his Uncle and loving you for all your kindness and thoughtful nature. He settles on both. "I don't know if he'll forgive me."
You make a strange face as you gaze at him over the open flame, it looks intense in the orange heat. "You don't give his love for you enough credit."
Then you're coming over and pecking him on the cheek, making him dizzy again. You bring your lips to his ear and whisper "I think he'll do anything if you let him teach you to make tea."
His smile is warm and flustered when you teasingly add, "I would, and I like you a little bit less than he does."
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k-dokja · 24 days
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Rewatching Avatar to write Zuko because I saw some Zuko and once again I need to write Zuko.
”E12, The Western Air Temple.
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"How are you fitting in?"
Zuko glances up at you with a hesitant smile, relaxing slightly when he sees you entering his room. "It's... going." He seems tired, despondent even. You're not surprised to see him in such a state after the way your friends had received him earlier.
"Sound optimistic," you sit down next to him with a genuine smile on your lips, settling comfortably on his bed. "I can imagine why they didn't take well to you."
He forces an awkward laugh, "I know, I know," he sighs, "I'm surprised you didn't chase me away, too, seeing how..."
You shrug with genuine nonchalance, "I can afford the brevity because I have seen you in your better days more often than your worst ones," you lower your voice to a whisper. "Besides, Aang needs a firebending teacher and you're our best choice."
"Oh," he breathes out, turning away, "that's very... pragmatic of you."
You'd be obtuse to not notice the disappointment in his voice when he says that. "Either way, it's nice to see you again," you say, attempting to lighten up the mood, "you know, as you, not as Lee or the Crown Prince, just... Zuko."
"Just Zuko," he echoes your words with a tentative nod, "that sounds... nice."
"It's better than nice," you nudge at his side, "now that, my friend Zuko is here with us, we'll be unstoppable."
At your words, Zuko can't help but smirk slightly, "I'm lucky to have a friend who holds me in such high esteem," he says solemnly, "I can only hope I'll live up to your expectations."
"Hey," you shrug, "there's no expectation, as long as you're able to help Aang train, I'll be happy."
Zuko opens his mouth as if wanted to say something, but he swallows and nods at the last second. "I'll try my best," he lets out a shaky breath, "if nothing else, I at least have that going for me."
"I've seen you bend," you think back to your brief encounters with him, "not extensively but... I think you'll manage, and if nothing else, at least, there'll be a start."
"Pragmatism and optimism," Zuko says, slightly amused, "you really have the best of both worlds."
You beam, "Wait until you see what else I have to offer."
It is meant as a jest, but by the time you become conscious of how it comes across, your eyes have been entranced by his. The gold of his eyes warmed into a honey shade, and briefly, you glance downwards.
"Yeah, can't wait," he replies and the breathy quality of his words makes you realise the error of your misstep.
"Uh, anyway," you stand up abruptly, "it was nice catching up with you, I guess we'll see you around more often, huh?"
You try to not look at him as you recover from your fluster, but the slight crack of awkwardness in his voice is clear to your ears. "Yeah, of course," he says, clearing his throat, "I'll see you around."
"Night, Zuko," you turn back to offer him a comforting smile, but it is as forced as anything you see on his face.
He nods at you, but his gaze remains transfixed on the floor. As you dash out of his room, You try to not dwell on that or the hint of blush on his ears.
Better to not think about the line you almost crossed when he had barely managed to get into the good graces of your friends.
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hanasnx · 1 day
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throne sex with fire lord zuko 🤭?
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MINORS DNI 18+
ZUKO loves when you ride him. It's one of his favorite sights. To steady you, and for his own personal enjoyment, he'll cup your tits to feel them bounce and fill his palms. It's an empty throne room, not even his personal guard is here. They keep watch at his doors and try not to listen in to the Fire Lady's seductive song.
In a way, he knows what he's doing is sacrilegious, desecrating a sacred space with debauchery of the highest order but how can he not indulge himself on the addictive taste of power? His fire creates a barrier between he and everything else, it burns hot on your back while you face him. His adoring wife smiling down at him with that pleasured expression on your face.
"You're so beautiful," he breathes in pure awe, unable to tear his eyes away from yours as you work hard to make him feel good. Your perfect body undulating over him as he gets to hold you and feel every inch of bare skin.
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angelltheninth · 6 months
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Zuko Needs to Fuck You in His Throne Room
Pairing: Zuko x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, dick riding, thinking about getting caught, nipple sucking, teasing, encouragement, Kyoshi Warrior!Reader
A/N: The new ATLA movies are probably something I'm most excited for after the WGA strikes are over.
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"We shouldn't be doing this." Your protest falls flat as you feel Zuko's cock bottom out. Back facing the enterance you could be caught at any moment. Your task was to guard the Fire Lord with your life, not fall onto his cock like a common-
"Hey. I can see you thinking bad things about yourself. None of that okay? Focus on me. Focus on us." Focus he said like he could do the same. His hands move your uniform, making way for his mouth to suck on your nipples, the already hot air in the room becoming hotter. "No one will step foot in here for the next hour. You know I gave the order. What do I have to fear with you here?"
His tone was meant to tease but there was truth in it as well. You could feel how much he trusted you with every upwards thrust of his cock, each one making you jump up and down in his lap despite your firmly planted feet and your hands in his hair. Moans only encouraged him but you couldn't help that, his cock made you dizzy made you forgo your judgement and duties as a Kyoshi Warrior.
"Zuko, Zuko you... Spirits why do you have to be so persuasive. I'm your bodyguard. With your dick so deep I can't, ah f-fu-ck, think." You arched your back towards him, pushing your breasts into him further, rolling and pushing your hips in his lap.
He released a nipple with a wet pop, rolling his tongue over it and his golden gaze making you hot in other places, "And you're doing and amazing job guarding my body." He smirked up at you, licking over your nipple again when he saw you roll your eyes, "In fact you're keeping my cock safe right now, I'll need that in the future, when I make you Fire Lady." Zuko never said those words to you before, it would have made you sob from happiness had it not been for his cock thrusting in and out, the shuffling of clothing getting louder, "My seed too, you have too keep it inside you, safe in your womb from now on." Hot lips pressed onto yours, cutting off your moans and whimpers but not stopping you from desperately bouncing on top of him no longer caring who saw. Your pussy tightened up around his cock, taking every drop of his cum, your inner walls painted white.
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