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nmyphomania · 7 months

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Kinktober Day 3: Breeding]❞

Summary: Some advisors piss Zuko off about a baby, and he decides you’re the only one who can fix this situation.

Warning(s): F! Reader, breeding, mating press, messy kissing, rough sex, snowballing, mouth-spitting, minor dirty talk, dub-con if you read in between the lines, creampie, multiple orgasms

WC: 1.6k

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You never really understood how you and Zuko could possibly go from one situation, to an entirely different one in seemingly mere minutes. More appropriately, an hour or two ago. His advisors were talking to him about how they oh so needed an heir to the throne to be conceived at once. How they preferred a boy to become the next to hold the title of the Fire lord, another preferred that he should be taught extensive firebending training to become as powerful as Zuko was by sixteen. Zuko came back to his quarters pissed as ever just listening to the advisors, he couldn’t believe half of the shit that ran loosely from their ignorant mouths.

The more thoughts of the meeting streamed through his head, the harder he plowed his hips down into you. Thinking about the situation never made his temper falter from any less upset he was in those moments, the bed underneath began to thump against the solid walls unforgivingly. Zuko’s hands went to grip at your fleshy hips, hammering himself forcibly into your salivating folds that could only go basically numb from his assaults. She submitted to his every will during his bout of anger, wails somewhat muffled out due to the thickness of the duvets on the bed, eyes going straight to the back of her head each time Zuko would slam dead on her g spot.

“You want a fucking heir, I’ll give you one, maybe even fucking three.” He spat, more to himself than out loud. You, however, heard this and wholly melted into the mattress with a significantly louder sob than the rest. The man above you lifted his leg up to stamp flatly in the mattress to support his impossibly deeper movements, they sped up smoothly with all his preceding thrusts, greatly affecting the ability to intake a proper lung-full of air. It's like he was a different person when he was upset, there was no negotiation on power play, no playfulness, nothing. He just raw-dogged your insides into a thick pulp with your fucking third orgasm of the night.

His hips spanked fat red marks into the underside of your ass, the rough contact didn’t even hurt anymore. The pain had grown so great that now every time he slapped painfully on your skin, the harsh sting was reduced to a dull, numbed out soreness. From your fingers flying all the way down to your toes felt like pins and needles prickling the surface of your naked body, even your throat started to burn from all the screaming your vocals could barely even support. He finally groaned longingly once your walls came in on his dick, spewing out another trail of juices from the couple’s connection. A strong hand gripped until fingernail marks dug into your flesh, aiding him to propel you back onto his length to intensify his hips’ jolts forward.

A burning sensation now stinging at his pelvis from the reckless use of his toned hips along with his propped up leg, the ecstatic crescendo of his orgasm peaking just behind a couple more thrusts. Drilling the head of his cock so deep he was sure he made it to her heated womb desperately asking for his cum to breed her to the brim and beyond. To plant whatever he could produce from his depths in the midst of her beaten up insides. Heaving his angry arousal along the embrace of her gummy walls around him.

“‘m gonna, do it in you. I hope that’s alright..” He muttered out almost apprehensively. You choked out whatever intelligible words you could form, “Y-yes…Zuko.”

Zuko abruptly flipped you around to stay put on your back, legs being pushed back until her knees hit the mattress beside her head. Standing slightly above her, he moved closer to re enter inside of her in such a crude position on the surface of the bed. From over her own body, he planted deeply inside of her messy pussy, roughly molding out his dick inside of her pitiful sex like some hungry animal. Tears accumulated at the corners of your eyes from the physically demanding position you were now forced into, your legs felt like they could give out from being pushed beyond their flexibility limits. All liquids being forced out of you splashing on his face, creating a wet sheen over his body.

Long, drawn out keens from the both if you sounded into the atmosphere of the room from your mutual stomach-caving finish. Zuko fucked his orgasm inside of her even further, plunging whatever wasn’t already balls deep inside of her. It's like his cock touched the very part of her soul that made something snap in her mind, continuing his jarring pushes downward. So deep, so big, so amazing, you could virtually feel the thickness of the base of his dick in your throat, never letting up fucking you as passionately as he did.

“Give me another I know you can do it f’me love.”

Everything went impractically faster leaving you a filthy mess, you couldn’t even think straight without thinking about how his dick is currently beating down your guts at the moment. Drool seeped steadily from the corner of your mouth, eyes twitching from the immense amount of pressure and jerks from the overwhelming senses of their sex. You could barely wrap your arms around him as he had you mostly pinned down in this foreign position, so deciding it was best to just lay there and take it like some desperate bitch. Sputters, some bubbles and your eyes glued to the back of your head, your mouth left gaping as he leaned over to kiss you gently on your exposed neck.

“Good angi, give it to me Zuko!”

The breathed-out comment sent something rushing through his veins, he couldn’t decipher it but god, the way she looked him into his eyes taunting; hell even daring him to get her all sorts of knocked up. As knocked up as he could even get her, filling her up until her stomach bulged even more prominently. He grew dizzy, legs failing to keep him up through the process of gaining one more blissful finish, his voice nothing more than hoarse whispers of sighs, pants, all telltale signs of him getting so much closer.

Zuko strokes decelerated gently, allowing him to continue to delve inside her deep, relaxing his body so that he can place a firm hand to wrap itself on the base of her neck.

“Open.” She listened wordlessly, he conjured up a petty strand of saliva to spit into the warmth of her open mouth. Letting her lap at his dribble by sticking her tongue out wide, and flicking at anything that came from him. This urged you two into a languid kiss, breathing frantically against each other’s mouths whilst Zuko resumed his previous pace from before. Their lips would meet every now and then, but not for long. You sucked in his bottom lip, licking up into the unexplored space of his mouth. He took the chance to wrap his lips around your tongue, bobbing his head unhurriedly, almost methodically.

As the night dragged on, the both of you were nearly drunk off each other’s lips, hands, skin even. Another couple of orgasms came out of the time and effort both of you put into loving on each other all of his cum only reserved for going inside of you, now working on the final one of the night, the two of you were pressed on the wall rutting into each other like some hormonal teenagers. She threw her head back on the wall with a thud, swallowing thickly, a slightly painful climax ripping through her sobbing pussy. Zuko pulled out of you entirely once he finally came, making you drop on your knees to catch his cum in your mouth. His whole figure tenses and jerks erratically in the heat of the climax, clouding his mind and any thoughts that seemed to run rampant. He huffed, bringing his hand up to bite down on a fist while he blew his literal bodily capacity inside your tight mouth.

As you took all of the stripes of white flinging all over in both your mouth and throat, his abs convulsed and rolled under his pale skin. You watch as he furrowed his eyebrows, dropping his fist out from between his teeth in awe at how hard he came.

“Don’t swallow, c’mere”

Going to pull yourself up with the use of the nearby nightstand, he brought both of his hands to snake around your neck before pulling you into a deep kiss. He swirled around his own essence with his curious tongue, wiping away the stray trail falling from the side of your mouth. It was thick, sloppy, and almost sweet tasting; and the two of them shared how ever much could be evenly distributed between each other.

His right hand went to trace around your figure that outlined your body he knew all too well, traveling across the stuffed swell of your stomach. Maybe, and hopefully so, that a few healthy babies could be conceived from your bred and worked out body. Some of it dripped along the plushness of your thigh, running out from between your naked folds from the overfill he bestowed on her from the events of that evening. Just beautiful, he never said this aloud but he thought it, sliding his hand down even further to fully palm possessively at your throbbing heat he could most definitely lose his mind over.

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#[𝐧𝐦𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚®]#atla #atla zuko #fire lord zuko #zuko x y/n #zuko x you #zuko x reader #reader insert #fanfic #kinktober 2023 #avatar the last airbender #x black fem reader

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m1ckeyb3rry · 2 months

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── THE GLASS PRINCESS // MASTERLIST

Series Synopsis: You wake up in a strange room with no memories, broken glass at your bedside, and a prince named Zuko as your only chance at figuring out who you really are.

AO3 Link

Current Word Count: 105.5k

Status: Ongoing

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Content Warnings: complicated relationships (strangers to friends to lovers to enemies to strangers to lovers to enemies to lovers), amnesia, alternate universe, lots of secrets and lying and mystery

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#zuko x reader #zuko x y/n #zuko x you #zuko #avatar the last airbender #atla #reader insert #canon au #the glass princess #the glass princess masterlist #m1ckeyb3rry writes #m1ckeyb3rry masterlists #divider by @/saradika graphics

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keenzinemugstudent · 2 months

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

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ivnxrori · 1 month

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When Sun and Moon meet MASTERLIST ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Zuko x Fem!WaterBender!Reader Enemies to Lovers

As one of the Princesses of the Northern Water tribe, you were blessed with a gift by the moon. However you were permitted to be allowed to use the gift at all costs. From many hidden waterbending usages, the aftermath of the avatar visiting the Northern Tribe had led to your beginning journey, hiding yourself as a water bender as a princess from the Northern water tribe

Season 1

☾ Prologue ☾ Chapter 1 - Welcome Avatar ☾ Chapter 2 - Encountering the Sun ☾ Chapter 3 - Dangerous Gale ☾ Chapter 4 - New Sacrifices

Season 2

҉ Chapter 5 - Trainer Sakari ҉ Chapter 6 - Hidden in Ba Sing Se ҉ Chapter 7 - Refreshing Tea ҉ Chapter 8 - Failed ҉ Chapter 9 - Tied with the Gaang ҉ Ch 10 ... Coming soon ҉ Ch 11 ... Coming soon

Season 3

𖤓 Ch 12 𖤓 Ch 13 𖤓 Ch 14 𖤓 Ch 15 𖤓 Ch 16 𖤓 Ch 17 𖤓 Ch 18 𖤓 Ch 19 𖤓 Ch 21 𖤓 Ch 22 𖤓 Ch 23 𖤓 Ch 24

Aftermath

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POSTS ONCE EVERY WEEK PST (UTC-8) 1PM None of the pictures are made by me This is based off of the avatar world s1 s2 s3 Please do not copy, translate or repost my writing. Reblogging is acceptable My work is ONLY on tumblr and ao3. If anywhere else please inform me. Ao3 link

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c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak · 12 days

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Scarred Beauty

Pairing: Zuko x Fem!Reader

Word count: 809

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

Bingo: @eclipsingbingo with 'Tracing Scars'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hammeredalcoholic · 2 years

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nails

Prince Zuko / Reader

based on Nails by Call Me Karizma

warning: nsfw text. zuko is 18 in this, with reader being 19.

desc: you two had a deal. maybe it wasn’t the most innocent, but you might have made it a little too good to resist. the rest of the group didn’t need to know your dirty little secret, anyways.

word count: less than 1k

“You’re so fucking useless, you know?”

The words were bitter and filled with venom, dripping from your tongue like poison. “Can’t firebend, can’t teach the Avatar, truly, what the hell are you doing here?” Your voice was breathless, sweat dripping from your brow.

“Oh, I don’t know, what am I doing here?” Zuko’s voice was laced with sarcasm, his arms reaching to pull you closer, your foreheads connecting with a light bump.

The tree you were pushed up against shook slightly, the branches swaying in the midnight breeze. “Seems like you have forgotten about our little deal, do I need to remind you?”

No, he really didn’t need to remind you, but you weren’t going to let him get the satisfaction of knowing that– he probably already knew. But still, as the prince’s hands drifted down your hips, settling on the tight knot of your skirt, you let a smirk cross your lips. “You’re right, I seem to have forgotten. Why don’t you enlighten me, Prince Zuko?”

A shove, and your legs went to wrap around the prince’s waist. He was holding you up by the hips, leaving rough bruises in the shape of fingerprints.

“Let's see,” He leaned down to bite at your neck, sending quick shivers down your spine. “You decided that you weren't going to tell the others you were a firebender–” He licked the bite roughly, moving to another spot. “And since I know your dirty little secret, I get to make you mine. However I want.”

Your head jolted back against the tree, your body finally giving in to his touches.

“Banished prince.”

“Lying little girl.”

You all but snarled at him, crashing your lips together with a rough tug on his hair. Teeth met teeth, and it was sweltering. You could feel the air around the two of you heat up, and you prayed to the spirits that the others in the camp couldn't tell.

Zuko tore your skirt up, moving to grind his hips against yours. The heat and friction was all you needed, and the stunted gasp you let out was downright sinful.

“Spirits, you're so wet.” The prince’s words were full of lust and underlying need. You could feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, his hand moving to caress between your legs.

“Do something about it then, Prince.”

The sound of cloth ripping filled your ears, and you had to use every ounce of your being not to moan. This is what you wanted– what you've looked forward to during the days filled with stress. Zuko knew what you wanted– no, needed.

And you'd never give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

You were exposed to him, ready and willing to do exactly what he wanted. His eyes were like golden pools, glistening in the soft light held by the moon. He may be the banished prince, son of Lord Ozai, but he looked nothing short of godlike.

It all happened too fast, the shifting of his clothing, the look in his eye, and then the feeling of being filled to the brim.

God, damn it.

You were his.

And you couldn't find a problem with that.

He started fast, breakneck pace– eyes locked on you. You couldn't stop the noises now, or help the way your nails dragged across his back. Bright red marks, hot from the touch. It made him groan, gripping your hips with frenzied lust.

“Such a dirty, lying little girl. Can't keep your mouth shut.” The prince cupped your chin, leaning your head back against the tree. It was shaking uncontrollably now, and the sounds you two were making were heard throughout the forest.

“What are you going to do about it, Prince Zuko? Banish me?” Your words mean nothing anymore, just solemn banter, heating the space between your faces. Zuko was quick to smirk, and he slid two finger between your lips.

“Suck. Now.”

Your eyes glazed over. Unable to focus on anything but how good he felt inside you– thrusting hard and relentless, and the taste of his hot skin against your tongue.

It was almost too much.

But not enough.

Then those golden eyes– darkened, and warmed by Zuko’s own passion, stared through you. Through your being, and everything you've tried to forget.

“You’re mine.”

That did it.

Your legs felt almost numb, orgasm rolling through your body like a blistering heat wave. Head thrown back and Zuko’s fingers slipped from your mouth, instead a gust of flames flew and sizzled.

You couldn't see straight, not anymore. The prince was overcome not soon after, his hips sputtering and a sharp intake of air– and he slumped into your chest.

Breath hot and the moon still overhead, you both sat against that tree for what felt like years. Listening to the sounds of creatures and bugs, craving the warmth you both created.

“Sometimes I miss it.”

Zuko’s words were muffled against your shirt. You almost didn't catch it, but you still understood. Reaching your hand up, you carded your fingers through his locks.

It was soft– go figure.

“Miss my family. My room.”

You almost wanted to laugh at him. Criticize him for being a spoiled little prince. Missing his life of luxury.

But you didn't.

“Sometimes, I miss it too.”

Your words were truthful, sitting on your tongue like a sour candy. You didn't want to miss it, didn't even want to think about it. But yet– when Zuko held you in his arms, heat and warmth caressed your body and mind.

He felt like home.

#zuko x reader #prince zuko x reader #zuko imagine #ns/fw text #reader insert #atla imagine #avatar the last airbender imagine #avatar the last airbender #atla #prince zuko #zuko #atla x reader

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justsomewritingblog · 4 months

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The Instinct

Request: Can we have platonic Zuko and swordfighter!reader training during season 2 and Zuko has been trying to teach reader a certain move she just can't figure out and then when Jet attacks Zuko she steps in, does the move properly and defeats Jet? And zuko's like you did it!

Requested By: @chantillymoon

Prompt: None

Pairing: Zuko x reader (platonic)

Summary: See request. :)

Warnings: violence (swordplay)

A/N: Sorry this is so late!! This month has been crazy with Christmas coming and everything.

Word Count: 3K+

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Living life on the run wasn’t the life you chose, but it was the life you were given.

You clutched the handle of your sword as you made your way through Ba Sing Se, looking around to see what you could steal from without getting into serious trouble. Gaze landing on a food cart with its vendor turned around, you swiftly made your way over, swiping a couple papayas. You walked away, tucking the food in your tunic.

“Hey! Thief!”

You spun around, eyes wide as the vendor rushed out from behind his cart, drawing swords.

He ran towards you, face set into a snarl.

You broke into a sprint through town, ducking between buildings and weaving through people. Looking behind you, you could see that the man was still on your tail. You puffed another breath, only to get the rest of your air forced out of you.

You were falling.

Letting out a groan as you hit the ground, you quickly pulled yourself to your feet, drawing your swords as you ignored the person you just ran into.

The vendor stopped in front of you, his swords held in a defensive stance. “No more running.”

Your eyes narrowed and you held up your own swords.

“We don’t have to do this the hard way,” the man said sternly. “Just pay for the food.”

“I can’t.” You shifted your weight.

“Then give it back.”

“I can’t do that either.”

The man sighed and lunged forward, slicing his sword down at you.

You quickly brought your swords up, blocking the blow.

Everyone around you took more steps back, but kept their attention on the fight.

“I need to eat!” You grunted, shoving the man backwards with your blades. “Leave me alone!”

The vendor regained his footing and looked over at you. His eyes flickered between yours, his forehead wrinkling. After a few moments he sighed, relaxing his stance and lowering his blades. “Very well.” He turned and walked away.

Most of the crowd stood around for a minute before returning to their business.

You heaved a few breaths before sheathing your swords. Turning around, you let out a gasp as you came face to face with a short, elderly man.

He beamed up at you.

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Would you like some tea?”

You blinked in surprise at the man. “I beg your pardon?”

He placed his hand on your back, leading you down the street. “I have been looking for someone to try a new brew I have been working on.”

“Wait, why would I-”

“I have never seen you before,” the man said as he led you around a corner. “I need someone who has not had my tea before for the most accurate result.” He smiled over at you before stopping and gesturing at a small wooden building.

You watched him in confusion for a few moments before sighing, walking inside.

“Sit down,” the man told you. “I’ll go prepare your cup.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you slowly sat down at one of the tables. “Thank you,” you said quietly, though it sounded like more of a question.

The man walked away, venturing behind the counter at the front of the tea shop.

You looked around, observing the building as you picked at your nails.

This whole situation was weird.

Especially because you were currently the only customer in the room.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up.

This is a trap, this is a trap, this is a trap-

Your gaze drifted to the door.

It wasn’t safe here.

The man’s story didn’t make any sense.

You moved your legs, about to stand, when someone cleared their throat.

Turning, your eyes landed on a boy, about your age, with short dark hair, a burn over his left eye and an expression on his face that screamed ‘discomfort’ and ‘annoyance’.

You eyed him warily before raising an eyebrow. “Yes?”

He cleared his throat again, gesturing to your waist. “I see you have broadswords…” his gaze shot to the wall, remaining there for a few moments before he looked back at you.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “...Yes…?”

He was silent for a few moments. “Are you any good?”

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Good enough.”

A few beats of silence passed and the boy huffed, his shoulders tensing with the action. “I’m a swordsman, too.” He looked away, his face twisting in displeasure. “I could teach you…if you want.”

You stared at him.

That was unexpected.

You crossed your arms, nodding your head at him. “What’s in it for you?”

“Here you are.”

You and the boy turned to the new voice, seeing the man that brought you in.

He placed a cup and a bowl on the table in front of you.

You looked at the man for a few moments before glancing at the objects. You pointed to the bowl. “What’s this?”

“I made you soup, since it is nearly time for supper,” the man said.

You looked between the two males before standing, placing your left hand on the table, your right on your hip. “Alright, what is going on here? Sword fighting lessons, free dinner and tea, no other customers, phony stories- what are you two doing? Are you con men or something?”

They looked at each other.

“I saw you in the street earlier,” the man said, turning to you. “You needed assistance to eat and protect yourself.”

You crossed your arms, looking away.

“My nephew can teach you how to use your swords. I can speak to the manager about giving you a job.”

Your gaze lifted to look at the man. “Why? Why would you help me?”

The man smiled. “Ba Sing Se is about new beginnings. Everyone deserves a second chance.”

You studied the man for a moment.

He seemed to be genuine.

“Alright.” You sighed, sitting back down and picking up the spoon. “What have I got to lose?”

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“Keep your arms tighter to your body! You’ll never protect yourself if you’re flapping them around like that!”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m trying, Lee!” Lowering your swords to your sides, you glared at the boy. “Some teacher you are.” You huffed, leaning against the wall. “Haven’t you ever heard of ‘positive reinforcement’?”

“No,” he said sternly.

You paused before looking to the side, a frown on your face.

“Do it again.”

Looking back at the boy, you sighed as you pushed off the wall, getting down into your defensive stance. Taking a deep breath, you spun your blades. Shifting your weight, you fumbled a little as you brought one of the swords over your chest, moving the other to go around your head. Your arms got tangled and you frowned. “I’m never going to get this,” you said, looking up at the swords as you tried to figure out how to get your arms free from each other without the blades getting in the way. “What am I doing wrong?”

“You’re sloppy.” Lee crossed his arms, a scowl on his face.

You rolled your eyes as you finally managed to twist yourself free. “Sorry. I’m kind of new to this whole ‘sword’ thing.”

Several beats of silence passed.

You cleared your throat. “Maybe you can show me the form again?”

Lee sighed but nodded, pulling out his own duel swords. He lowered his stance, spinning the blades. Shifting his weight to face his left, he crossed one sword over his chest, moving it around his head before the other sword followed its path, spinning as he did so. He stopped, holding one sword high, the other low.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to burn the movements into your memory.

Lee turned to face you, putting his blades away.

You looked up at him. “How long have you been using swords?”

“A while,” he said shortly and quickly, glancing away.

Your eyes drifted to the burn on the side of his face, pursing your lips.

“Time for supper!”

You and Lee turned to the sound of the voice.

His uncle leaned out of the door, smiling at you both.

You nodded, putting your blades away as you followed Lee inside.

“How is the practice going?”

Lee walked by him without saying a word.

You frowned, closing the door behind you as you looked over at Mooshee. “It could be going better.”

The old man hummed. “My nephew is not very patient, I’m afraid.”

Your gaze drifted to the door Lee had disappeared behind. “So I’ve noticed.”

A silence fell between you.

“Come for supper,” Mooshee said, gesturing for you to follow him. He walked towards the back, you falling into step behind him.

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“Again!”

You groaned. “How much longer do we need to keep doing this?” Your shoulders sagged as you turned to Lee. “It’s past dark and my arms are killing me.”

“Until you get it right,” Lee snapped, his arms crossed. “You wanted me to teach you, didn’t you?”

You scoffed, moving back into your beginning stance. “Actually, your uncle did.”

Lee’s glare narrowed.

You sighed, beginning to spin your blades. Shifting your weight, you brought one sword across your chest, moving it around your head. You brought your other arm in a slashing move across yourself as you stopped. Waiting a few beats, you turned to face your teacher.

“Your left arm has to bring that sword around your head, too.”

You huffed, throwing your head back and staring at the night sky. “This is impoSSIble.”

“No it isn��t. You just need to keep working.”

You brought your head down, raising an eyebrow at Lee. You were uncertain if that was meant to be encouraging or a dig at your lack of abilities with a blade. You gestured at him with your sword. “How long did you practice this move?”

Lee shrugged. “It’s not always about the practice.”

Your eyes dropped to his jaw as he clenched it. You lifted your gaze back to his eyes, your eyebrows bowing in concern and confusion.

“A lot of swordplay is based on experience and instinct. You can practice as much as you want, but in the end, your opponent may surprise you. There’s no amount of running through moves that can prepare you for real swordplay.” Lee’s golden eyes burned into yours. “In real fighting, you have to respond in split-second moments. You need to think, but not too much or it can cost you too much time.”

You stared up at Lee. “That sounds intense,” you finally said, not knowing what else to say.

Lee’s posture shifted. “It’s the life that refugees have to live.”

You hummed, gaze dropping to the ground. Clearing your throat, you looked back up at him. “Where are you refugees from?”

Lee turned away from you. He was silent for several moments. “The Fire Nation.”

You nodded, though his back was to you. “Who isn’t?”

He tensed further.

“Well,” you sighed, lowering yourself to the ground. You leaned your back against the tea shop. “I would say that you’re safe in Ba Sing Se, but there are problems here, too.” You rested your elbows on your knees. “The segregation between the different wealth classes, for one. And this place is extremely suspicious at times.” You crossed your arms, lowering your legs so they laid flat against the ground. “The only thing I can say for this place is that it’s got thick walls. We’re safe from the Fire Nation in here.” You paused, looking up at Lee.

He looked incredibly stiff.

You frowned. “You’re safe from the Fire Nation…” you tried.

He turned slightly towards you, but you still couldn’t see his face.

Several beats of silence passed.

“That’s enough training for tonight,” he finally said. Turning around, keeping his back to you, he went back inside the tea shop.

You blinked at the now-shut door. Frowning, you pushed yourself off the grass.

The poor man clearly had some things he was working through.

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“I need one ginger tea!”

“Two jasmine over here!”

“I cannot brew any faster,” Mooshee exclaimed with a laugh.

You walked towards the counter, grinning as you placed your hands on it. “Your customers are waiting, Mooshee.”

The pot finally boiled and he handed it to you.

You returned to one of the customers, beginning to pour water into his cup.

“This is the best tea in the city,” he remarked, a smile on his face.

You smiled back. “It certainly is.” You stood back to your full height and moved around the tables, pouring more water into people’s cups. When you were out of water, you walked back to Mooshee and handed him the pot. “We’re out of hot water.”

“I’ll boil some more,” he said, turning around to take care of it.

The door slid open loudly and you turned, seeing a man in the doorway.

“I’m tired of waiting!” He stepped into the shop, his shoulders hunched slightly. His eyebrows were bent low and his finger shot out, pointing to the side of you. “These two men are firebenders!”

You glanced to your left.

Mooshee and Lee looked at each other.

The sound of metal drew your attention forward, seeing the man holding two long metal weapons, the ends formed into hooks.

“Are you crazy,” you asked, taking a step towards your friends. You kept your gaze on the man.

“I know they’re firebenders! I saw the old man heating his tea!”

“He works in a tea shop,” a guard said.

The man lifted his weapons. “He’s a firebender, I’m telling you!”

“Drop your swords, boy.” The guard stood from his table, his companion joining him. “Nice and easy.”

The man held his weapons in a defensive stand. He turned to Mooshee and Lee. “You’ll have to defend yourself. Then everyone will know.” He began to walk forward. “Go ahead. Show them what you can do.”

You took another step, standing in front of your friends completely. Your eyes narrowed at the man. “Leave here. Now.”

He pointed his weapon at them. “Not until I prove these men are firebenders.”

You drew your swords. “Alright. ‘Hard way’, it is.”

“Y/n, no!”

You ignored Mooshee’s plea, zoning your focus in on the man before you.

He grunted as he charged, swinging his weapon.

Your heart rate skyrocketed. Instinctively, you brought your blade up, blocking the blow.

He slashed at you with his other weapon.

You deflected that blow, bringing up your leg and kicking him in the stomach.

He backed up a few steps, grunting. His head shot up, a glare on his face.

You lowered your stance, readjusting the grip on your swords.

He brought his leg to the side, dragging a table towards him. He kicked it towards you.

You jumped over it, hoping that Mooshee and Lee got out of the way fast enough. You heard a loud ‘crack’. As you landed, you risked a glance over your shoulder, seeing they were both unharmed.

The table, however, was broken in two.

Your eyes widened in amazement and confusion before returning your focus forward. A gasp unintentionally left your lips as you saw metal swinging towards you. You brought your sword up, trying to press against it.

He was stronger than you.

You grunted as you brought your other hand up, still clutching your other sword, and used your fist to press against the flat side of your blade to add more force.

The sound of grinding metal filled the air.

The hook at the end of the man’s sword wrapped around your blade.

A sharp tug pulled the sword from your hands.

You gasped as you watched it fly out the window. Your gaze drifted back to the man, eyes narrowed. You swung your leg out, hooking it around his and pulling.

His leg came out from underneath him. He fell to the floor.

You jumped over him, rushing outside. You bent down, picking up your sword. As you turned to face the shop again, a blade was held against your throat. Your eyes widened as you looked up at the man.

He still had that piece of wheat between his teeth. He pulled you against him, turning around to face the tea shop.

Everyone had rushed out to watch.

“Please stop!” Mooshee grasped the doorway. “You’re confused, son!”

The man’s grip on you tightened, his blade coming closer to your neck. He looked between Mooshee and Lee. “You’re going to have to firebend if you want to save her.”

The two exchanged glances.

You brought your right sword up, sliding it between you and his blade. You used it as leverage to push his weapon away from your throat. Spinning around to face him, you lowered your stance and began to spin your blades.

The man lunged at you.

You turned, blocking it as you brought your sword over your chest.

The man swung his blade at your head.

You turned, bringing your sword around your head.

His weapon clashed against it.

Your other arm followed your first to block another blow.

The man grunted in frustration as you turned to face him again.

He lunged at you.

You spun to the side, kicking one of his blades out of his hands.

It hit the ground with a ‘clatter’.

You raised one of your swords, pointing it at the man. “Leave my friends alone.”

“Drop your weapons!”

Everyone turned, seeing two Dai Li agents approaching the scene.

Jet turned, pointing at Mooshee and Lee. “Arrest them! They’re firebenders!”

“This poor boy is confused!” Mooshee stepped out of the shop. “We’re just simple refugees.”

The tea shop owner pointed. “This young man wrecked my tea shop and assaulted my employees!”

“It’s true, sir,” the guard said. “We saw the whole thing. This crazy kid attacked the finest tea maker in the city.”

“Ohh, that’s very sweet,” Mooshee said sheepishly, bowing his head.

The Dai Li stepped towards the man. “Come with us, son.”

The man slashed at the one on his right.

The Dai Li agent brought his hand up, the blade hitting the rock glove he wore. He and his companion quickly disarmed the man, encasing his hands in earth. They drug him away.

“You don’t understand; they’re Fire Nation! You have to believe me!”

The Dai Li threw him in the back of a barred wagon before driving away.

A few moments of silence passed before the crowd dispersed.

You sighed, your shoulders slumping. Sliding your swords back into their sheaths, you turned to the shop.

Mooshee and your boss were ushering everyone back inside.

Lee was just standing there, regarding you curiously.

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“You did it.”

You glanced to the side before looking back at him. “Did what?”

“The move I’ve been trying to teach you. You did it.”

“I did?” You looked back to where the man had been standing before being dragged away. “But I didn’t-”

“You didn’t think about it,” Lee said.

Your gaze drifted back to Lee.

“You didn’t need to.” His expression tightened for a brief moment. “It’s instinct.”

You chuckled lightly, before smiling over at him. “Thanks, Lee. And thank you for being willing to train me.”

A few beats of silence passed.

Lee nodded before turning around and heading back inside the tea shop.

You shook your head, a smile on your face before following him in.

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A/n: Hope this is everything you wanted! Thanks for requesting!

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carbondioxda · 13 days

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My atla phase came back soooo you might see a new fic with Zuko or Sokka soon. I kinda wanna do a series with Zuko..

#ao3 #fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #ao3 writer #atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar aang #zuko #prince zuko #atla sokka #sokka #sokka avatar the last airbender #atla zuko

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nebbyy · 23 days

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

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

Aang x reader - That voice in his head

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

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

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

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

Word count: 2001

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

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

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

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

Sokka.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#fluff #angst #my fic #writers on tumblr #avatar aang #avatar the last airbender #atla aang #atla sokka #aang x reader #aang x yn #reader insert

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normal-internet-user · 2 months

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:ATLA MASTERLIST:

SHARED HEADCANONS:

Nothing yet...

Sokka:

Nothing yet...

Zuko:

Nothing yet...

Aang:

Nothing yet...

Katara:

Nothing yet...

Mai:

Nothing yet...

Toph:

Nothing yet...

OTHER:

Nothing yet...

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floatyflowers · 2 months

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Dark! Zuko x Fragile! Reader

Your younger brother is the avatar, whom you got frozen with for one hundred years in ice when you tried to calm him down during his avatar state.

Meeting Sokka and Katara made you feel comforted that there are friends who will always be there for you and Aang.

Back at the temple you were always spoiled and got everything you wished for.

Aang is always sweet with you, Katara became your best friend whom you told everything to, and Sokka didn't waste a chance to flirt with you.

However, everything went downhill when prince Zuko kidnapped you.

At first the prince would shout at you whenever you disobey his orders, but after seeing the way you would burst into tears, he stopped it.

He also noticed that you are meek in nature and aren't used to hardships.

Your airbending skills are weak unlike your younger brother, you also have a weak physic, you get sick easily.

So he went from your kidnapper to your protector whenever you two were in a dangerous situation.

His main focus is to always keep you safe.

"Whatever happens, always stay behind me and don't try to stray away, understood?"

And also Zuko didn't hesitate to use his firebending on anyone whom he viewed as a threat.

There was that one guy who asked you out on a date...Zuko burned his house down.

The only man Zuko trusts with you is his uncle.

When you stated that you wished to return back to your brother and friends.

Zuko snapped.

"If they cared for you, then why didn't they come to save you? Nobody cares for you like me. I would kill them if they even tried to."

#Zuko #tw: toxic relationships #avater the last airbender #prince zuko #zuko x reader #Yandere Zuko x reader #possessive #love #Fragile Reader #reader insert #avatar the last airbender

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nmyphomania · 7 months

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Kinktober Day 2: Oral Facials] ❞

Summary: You decide to give Zuko some head before you two fuck essentially.

Warning(s): F! Reader, messy Blowjobs, Oral sex (m. receiving), throatpie, tiddyfuck, cum eating, needy zuzu, cum facial, face-fucking, praise, cock-worship, throat kissing, messy guys you already know.

WC: 1.8k+

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With your eyes squeezed shut in a slight discomfort, his bulbous tip stilled over the ghost of your gag reflex; of course swallowing at this point would bring another violent gag to hit you once more. A few glittering beads of tears now stuck in the creases of your outermost corners of your eyes, a long train of bubbled spit and snot ran down from his base to drip on your cleavage messily. You were on your knees before him on the ground, left hand wrapped around the third of his cock that wasn’t currently down your throat. An impromptu cough jerked your head to back up off of his length, drool shooting rapidly from the back of your mouth.

“C’mere, you’re doing great. Just take it slowly.”

Zuko’s reassuring voice cut through your ears as you tried to ease your coughing back down to a minimum, a painful rasp shook your vocal chords with each contraction of your larynx. The hand that was still tightly pulling at his glazed over cock twisted upward to thumb around the head of his flushed dick. It took a moment before you decided to go back down on him again, swishing a tongue about in the warmth of your mouth creating a reasonable wad of saliva that was spat out on it; again you swallowed every inch to warm yourself back up.

Those pretty lips engulfed everything Zuko had, slickened with the product of a running nose and an overworked mouth. He threw his head back placing a hand at the back of her head to situate her head in place, to slowly push deeper into her mouth. He eased himself in to not scare you away, circling his hips around to find a new angle to fixate on. God, he looked amazing above you. Adonis lines that expressed the ways straight down his pelvis, leading to the place you wanted him most. He looked like a work of art, head bent backwards and one of those strong arms that wrapped around the back of your head.

Every last pant slowly turning into a breathy moan that escaped his lips went straight down into your pussy, you were on the verge of finishing just from giving him head. It throbbed and ached every time your thighs rubbed up against each other, in all movements you made to get closer or to get more comfortable.

Zuko grunted as he pulled out, leaving his tip for her suckle at longingly. A wince from a jolt of pleasure sparked throughout his body, she suctioned roughly on the crest of his cock causing him to look down into her eyes desperately. She had a look of raw sexual desire stained in her eyes, gazing directly into his own needy golden irises throating him down into her convulsing orifice. Your hand went to the sides of his hips to thrust him forcibly into wherever you could drive him further.

“Fuck. I don’t mean to mess up your hair but…”

He ran his hands through the texture of your hair, dragging it to very back to stubbornly grip your head back to prepare you for his forthcoming movements. With a loud complaint, your throat suddenly was filled to the brim with his all, the breath in your lungs knocked out of you. Yet you withstood his unexpected surge of aggression, taking all of his assaults licking at the back of your throat past your uvula.

Moans from below him reverberated up the nerves of his body unforgivingly, continuing to deep stroke in past her plush lips. A fire ignited in the pit of his stomach feeling the brink of an orgasm unraveling steadily with each stroke, a heady scent of his own precum rendered him careless and greedy. He could feel both the way her head thudded repeatedly back onto the flatness of his open palms, and that internal pressure building up in his throat wildly.

You whined against him, feeling your jaw going numb. An audible choke spewed out droplets of snot and bubbles popped, your spit had already left a mess over the majority of your pretty face.

Zuko honestly loved it at how messy you get yourself trying to please, it was, endearing, disregarding the clean up afterwards. Here he was, now reduced to a wanting, standing disorder, eagerly chasing for an excellent edge. She tried to accommodate for his need by going to squeeze at his balls, further inducing the intoxication of gratification washing over his mind.

He lurched forward to lean on the bed to support his failing standing position, bringing her own head with his body back to rest against the solid material of the mattress. Never once did the pale surface of his pelvis falter in hitting up on her nose with each and every thrust and burrow of his cock into the opening of her throat. She relaxed her jaw, the lock of her mouth engulfing him loosened to provide some comfortable breathing room countering his maneuvers.

Chokes, gurgles, moans, keens, all of the more satiated his overbearing hunger for lust just a little bit more each time. Sounds of all kinds that she made whilst swallowing and taking any straying inch that made its way in her worked throat, sent shockwaves caressing up and down the heights of his spines. In turn, reckless words of praise tipping over the softest of lips sweetly. Mouth falling slack-jawed, the precipice of a satisfactory, stringy orgasm, teasing just behind the head of his sex had him demanding for that hot release down in the tunnels of her throat.

“Just like that, right- there.”

Voice now dropped to a slight, more intimate mutter, the man above you decided to give back some control to you. Repositioning yourself to align correctly back up with his throbbing, now reddish-purple tip owing to his lust clouding his entire being. Rolling his head side to side to tend to the ache in his neck from holding it down for so long, your mouth felt so cool compared to the staggering heat of his arousal. The hand placed at the back of your head retreated from its placement, caressing along the curve of your jaw to prompt you to look him in the eyes as he’d cum.

Gold outlining at the basis of his lidded eyes, looked as though it virtually glowed from the haziness apparent in your own eyes. Once a hand of yours grappled onto the very base of his length, it withdrew prior to you going to suck at it some more. Reacting quickly, eyes were squeezed shut, mouth fell open a little more to catch his thick spurts for a finish. Strands of a translucent white flew all over to coat over the skin of your face sporadically, landing in your hair, mouth, eyebrows, some even manage to seep in between the fine hairs of your eyelashes. Zuko humped into the makeshift fissure in his own right hand, letting all kinds of moans fall from the depths of his chest.

Your own eyes fluttered open carefully to not let any trails of his finish to burn into your eyes, looking up at him. Cupping your breasts together, your fingertips delved into the fabric of your dress to pull it off of your body, they bounced softly at the loss of restriction from your clothing. Going to lick at a droplet of cum sliding down the frame of your face, your knees supported your body as you sat up on them to cradle his dick in between the tightness both breasts created.

She squeezed at the supple flesh, sliding his spit-lubricated rigidness in between them erotically. Her nipples played in the middle of her fingers as she moaned discreetly, placing her ‘o’ shaped mouth back onto his cock. Zuko’s head spun, at both your beauty, but also at your vulgar behavior presented during times like these. He felt beat every single time you asserted your actions over him, and it affected both his love for you and his dick.

A gravelly chuckle at your display rumbled deeply in his chest. You both were hopeless.

A bubble of saliva trailed down in the small opening between her chest, descending upon his tip to slicken the skin up a lot more. She pulled and pushed down, rubbing and slapping his erection on the softness of her breasts. Lathering all of her concoctions of her own mixed ministrations to soak his all to slide his sex all over her erotically. Faint appearances of red roused into her skin from the solid impacts of him hitting her flesh.

He couldn’t resist but to sigh at her sweet attentions to his dick, licking, sucking, and fucking it all through the orifices she produced by pushing her breasts up and on it. At one point, one of her perky nipples popped onto the top of his tip, just flick out her tongue to lap at the precum that accumulated over her sensitive nub.

Zuko was so deathly close to blowing his load all over the expanse of her face from the woman licking long, hard stripes up along the base to travel to the tiny hole of his tip. Reclaiming him in her mouth again, she confidently pulled his length back into her heat to really urge another orgasm out of him. His legs quaked slightly, feeling as though he was about to buckle in on himself at her mixture of treatments toward him. Tugging inch by inch to plow in the back of her throat, moving around what she could in her neck to create a moving feeling inside. An audible moan excused as a gasp was produced from her quick movements, tilting her head from side to side each time she connected her lips back against his front. Swallowing down every single hit at the back of her mouth with such ease, it happened to make Zuko nearly gag a little at how good she took it.

You pulled off with a popping noise followed by a petty string of saliva, cupping his cock in between your supple breasts and using a free hand to contract her hands around firmly on his sex.

His eyes shot open and a silent gasp inflated his lungs back up to full capacity. She lowered herself back on just the tip to settle in on his warm orgasm for a second time. It shook up whatever was within him, drained out from his body entirely. Thoughts, words, her name, all playing at the very ending of his tongue.

All that he had to empty from his body, pushed out into the confines of her mouth, filling the heat of her face with his off-white semen. She effectively drank up every single drop wordlessly, and finally came off of him with a relieved gasp.

Sluggishly, Zuko picked her up from the ground beneath them both, to carry her by her thighs and gripping her ass to hold her up properly. Their lips hovered before each other as Zuko smiled at her in playful annoyance.

“What am I going to do with you love?”

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── THE GLASS PRINCESS // ONE

Series Synopsis: You wake up in a strange room with no memories, broken glass at your bedside, and a prince named Zuko as your only chance at figuring out who you really are.

Chapter Synopsis: You meet Mai, Ty Lee, and Prince Zuko.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.6k

Content Warnings: complicated relationships (strangers to friends to lovers to enemies to strangers to lovers to enemies to lovers), amnesia, alternate universe, lots of secrets and lying and mystery

A/N: this is my first ever attempt at writing for atla despite how long ago i watched it and how much i’ve written since then HAHAH. tbh i don’t expect much to come of it but oh well we’ll see how it goes!! also this is an alternate universe — the extent of which things have been changed will become more apparent as we go along. also apologies in advance if anyone is ooc, i haven’t watched atla in forever so idk if i’ll get it right!

There was a pile of glass on the nightstand when you woke up. It glimmered in the light, the fire refracting on the shards and forming tiny little rainbows on the wooden floor. Rusty streaks stained the faceted tips, though, and you winced as you tried to imagine how that quantity of blood could’ve made its way there.

“It’s yours,” a girl said. You startled, for you hadn’t noticed her presence, but it seemed like that had been her plan. She stood in the corner, her clothes a dull maroon, her hair glossy black and eyes a sharp, dark shade. Her lips were pressed into a thin line as she regarded you, but her face was otherwise smooth, betraying nothing.

“Mine?” you said, voice cracking from disuse. “What do you mean? The — the blood?”

“And the glass,” she affirmed. “In some sense, anyways. Some of the pieces, we had to pull out of you, and others were apparently just lying around where you were found. At least, that’s what Zuko said. I’m still not quite sure why he went and collected it all to bring back, though…”

You squinted at the glass, trying to find some familiarity in it, but there was none. You had no idea why you would be surrounded by it, nor why it would be embedded in you. The girl waited for a second, but when you did not speak, she scoffed.

“Sorry,” you said automatically.

“We’ve been waiting for you to wake up for so long,” she said, an accusatory note entering her voice. “Zuko refuses to say anything, and it’s not like we can bully the crown prince himself into telling us what happened, so you’ve been our only chance at figuring everything out.”

“Oh,” you said, a migraine building behind your forehead as you tried to go through the events that had led to your presence here, in this austere room, on this plush mattress. “I — I don’t know.”

“You don’t know,” she repeated drearily. “Wow.”

“I’m sorry,” you said again. “I really don’t. I’m telling the truth.”

In fact, you were rapidly coming to the conclusion that you didn’t know anything. Your childhood, your family, your home…there was nothing. Where your memories ought to be was a bleak stretch like night, barely interrupted by flashes of blue. You reached for that blue, for that lovely shade like sapphire, but it was always just out of your grasp, something you could never quite touch no matter how much you wanted to.

“How about I tell you what I know, and we go from there?” she said. You nodded, though you were only half paying attention to her. The rest of you was fighting back a panic that threatened to twist your insides, a dread that was rotting through you, both sensations borne from the fear that you would never remember anything again.

“Prince Zuko was banished from the Fire Nation and told only to return once he found the Avatar,” she said. “He found him eventually, found him many times in fact, but he wasn’t able to capture him. It’s irrelevant, though — he did do something just as impossible. That is to say, he infiltrated Ba Sing Se.”

You thought that you were probably supposed to be awed by this, but considering you had zero idea what any of it meant, you just felt further confused. Still, you smiled at her, hoping she would keep talking until something or another made sense.

“Fire Lord Ozai couldn’t ignore the opportunity. He sent an army to the prince’s aid, and under his command, they managed to destroy the Earth Palace and depose the royal family. The Earth Kingdom’s in shambles, and all but the most secretive resistance efforts have vanished,” the girl, who had still not introduced herself, continued.

“I don’t see what this has to do with me,” you said, ducking your head.

“Neither do the rest of us,” she said. “That’s what you were supposed to know. For some reason, the fact is that upon returning from Ba Sing Se, the prince had your body in tow. You were wrapped in so many bandages we couldn’t tell what you were at first, and then we thought you must be closer to a corpse than anything, but he insisted you were alive, and that we had to heal you.”

“The prince himself did such a thing?” you said. Even you understood what the magnitude of that title meant, what kind of person a prince was bound to be. And if that was the case, if this mysterious Zuko really was the prince of an entire nation, then why would he have sullied his victory with care for the brutalized body of a random girl?

“He did,” the girl said. “It was the first thing he saw to. Not the reclamation of his crown, but that you were being treated with the best technologies the Fire Nation has to offer. Don’t you think it’s strange? Worthy of investigation? Don’t you agree that we should be curious about what significance you have?”

“Yes, um, naturally,” you said, taken aback by the rapid-fire line of questioning. Despite her initially bland facade, she was surprisingly intense, relentless, even, the stark contrast between the two personalities enough to make you curl inwards.

“Maybe he loves you,” she said, narrowing her eyes at you, inspecting you critically. “I suppose it’d certainly be an explanation, though it wouldn’t give us any clues about who you are or why he might love you in the first place.”

“I wouldn’t know,” you said, shifting in your seat uncomfortably. “I don’t even know my own name, let alone whether I was in love with someone.”

“Don’t even know your own name?” the girl said, raising her eyebrows. “You really are pathetic. I’m impressed.”

“I can’t remember anything specific about my life. I know general things, of course. The color of the sky. The way the moon looks. But the history of the world, my own existence…these are things I cannot recall,” you said.

She appraised you with the beginnings of something like sympathy flickering in her irises. Clenching her jaw and deciding upon something, she straightened her back and turned to the door.

“I should tell Zuko you’re awake,” she said. “That’s what he told us to do, the instant you regained consciousness. I’ve put it off long enough.”

“Wait!” you said. “What’s your name?”

She glanced at you over her shoulder. You blinked at her, willing her to understand — that before you could meet this prince, you had to know something. Even if it was only as small as this girl’s name, you wanted to have at least one thing in your head, a word or other such piece of knowledge that you could cling to, that you could form a barrier around your mind with.

“Mai,” she said. She did not elaborate before slamming the door shut behind her, but it was enough for you. There was this one constant now — you knew a girl, and her name was Mai.

As you waited for Mai to return with the prince, you busied yourself with inspecting the room you were quartered in. You had mistakenly called it austere due to the lack of decorations hung up, but now that you had the chance to look closely, you noticed that the wall itself was covered with intricate, swirling designs engraved by a firm, steady hand. The blanket that had been drawn up around your shoulders and was now puddled around your hips was made of silk and stuffed with feathers, and its quality was such that it all but shimmered. This was not the kind of room that just anybody stayed in; it was a room fit for someone of high rank. A lady. And a lady you were not, yet here you sat, in this room that made you feel entirely out of place.

Only a few minutes had passed before the door slammed open, but it was not Mai nor any sort of prince who entered. It was another girl, as bubbly and cheery as Mai had been cool and collected. She beamed when she saw you sitting up and looking around, bounding over to place her hands on your shoulders.

“Hi! Hi, hi, I’m so glad you’re awake!” she said. You tried to smile back at her, but the exuberance was so jarring that you could not do anything but brace yourself against it.

“Thank you,” you managed to say as she shook you. “Who are you?”

“Ty Lee!” she said. You noticed that she had a habit of ending every sentence with her voice ticking up in delight, like she was perpetually thrilled with the world. It was even more of a contrast to Mai than you had anticipated, and you felt your head spinning as you tried to keep up with the differences.

“Did I know you before?” you said. She cocked her head.

“Huh? No, I have no idea who you are, just like you have no idea who I am. You sure are pretty, though! Even prettier when you’re not all passed out,” she said, miming fainting before beaming at you expectantly. You tried to laugh, but it was an awkward sound, clearly unconvincing.

“The same to you,” you said. “Er. Obviously, aside from the part about passing out.”

“Obviously!” she said. “Now, just stay very still, okay?”

You froze in place immediately, wondering what she was going to do but trusting that it would not be anything harmful. Or, perhaps trusting wasn’t quite the right word for it — you just had no choice but to obey, because you had no other metric for what was correct. Whether Ty Lee wanted to help or harm you, you couldn’t know for sure, but either way she would do something, and since she was only the second person whose face you had seen, you had to let her do it.

She jabbed her pointer fingers into your neck, side, and wrists, all in a quick, precise succession. You waited for something to happen, but there was nothing, and when she raised her eyebrows at you, you could only furrow your own in a non-answer.

“Felt nothing?” she said. You nodded in the affirmative. “Interesting.”

“Was I supposed to?” you said.

“I dunno!” she said. “I guess we’ll see once the others get here.”

“What do the others have to do with it?” you said. At this, she winked and raised her fingers to her lips, as if you two were sharing some silly secret.

“If I tell you, then that’ll ruin things! We can discuss it later, but for now, you have to keep it to yourself, okay?” she said.

“Why?” you said. It wasn’t accusatory; you were genuinely curious.

“Let’s just say that certain parties would not be pleased if they found out what I was doing,” she said, giggling nervously and glancing at the door. “And those parties aren’t the kind you really want to offend, so please just keep your mouth shut!”

“Don’t want to offend? Who, like Prince Zuko?” you said.

Before Ty Lee could respond, there was a knock at the door. She scrambled away from you, so that she was standing in the same corner Mai had been in, looking demure and respectful. It was like she had never spoken to you in the first place, and when she had arranged herself suitably, she motioned towards the door.

“Me?” you said.

“Yes, you!” she said. “It’s your room, isn’t it?”

“I would hardly know,” you reminded her. She considered this before making a face in agreement.

“Right, there is that fact. Anyways, yes. This isn’t a hospital wing or anything, it’s your room, which means that when someone knocks, it’s up to you to tell them if they can come in or not,” she said.

“You didn’t knock,” you said. Ty Lee cleared her throat.

“Ah, well, I’m from a Fire Nation family! People of higher rank are allowed to do things like barging in on others,” she said. “I can’t tell you the amount of times Princess Azula has stormed into my room without warning.”

“I see,” you said, mostly because you didn’t know who Princess Azula was or why she merited mention. “This must be a servant or something, then, considering they’re knocking on even my door.”

“Probably,” Ty Lee said. There was another knock, louder this time, and you swore under your breath as you realized you had forgotten to answer them.

“Come in!” you said, folding your hands in your lap and looking over at the doorway, wondering who it could possibly be.

To your surprise, it was a boy. He was dressed in fine armor, his dark hair tied back in a regal topknot, his features angular and his eyes a sharp gold. His face was set in a frown, but when he saw you, you thought you picked up on the faintest trace of happiness. Almost immediately, though, it was quashed by a scowl, so that you could not be quite sure if you had actually seen it or if you had just been imagining things.

Behind him was Mai, looking as bored as she had earlier, though she seemed marginally more excited to see Ty Lee than she had been when you had woken up. You supposed they must’ve been friends or something.

“You should bow,” Mai said, directing the statement at you.

“No way!” the boy said immediately, waving his hands in dissent before you could even move. “I mean, ah, she doesn’t have to do that. It’s fine.”

“Woah! That’s crazy, Zuko, normally you’re all about honor and tradition and whatnot!” Ty Lee said. “It’s strange to hear something like that coming from you.”

So this was Prince Zuko, the boy who had, for some reason, saved your life. He was the only one who knew anything about your past. Your name, your identity, your origin…if you wanted to know any of these things, then your best chance at finding them stood before you, gazing at you with an inscrutable expression.

“Your royal highness,” you said, not bothering to get out of bed but dipping your head in what you hoped was a sign of respect anyways. He coughed awkwardly.

“Um. Yes,” he said.

“So,” Mai observed from the spot she had taken beside Ty Lee, “she’s awake now.”

“I see that,” Prince Zuko said. Mai rolled her eyes.

“Will you tell us who she is? Or why you insisted on saving her, maybe?” she said.

“Why don’t you ask her?” he said. “She’d know as well as I would. Maybe better.”

“I already tried,” Mai said. The prince’s scowl deepened, the corners of his mouth tugging further downwards at the offhand statement, his eyes flicking to you before returning to Mai.

“Of course you did,” he said. “And what did she say?”

“Nothing,” Mai said.

“She doesn’t remember anything,” Ty Lee said. “Not even her own name. You’re the only one left who can tell us anything about her.”

Something in Prince Zuko’s demeanor shifted at that moment. A despairing anger warred with resignation and defeat, but below the surface, some other emotion was hidden, kept locked tightly away, something that he was suppressing, so that no one could dare to even attempt to comprehend it.

“I see,” he said. “Is that the case?”

He was asking you. You did not look at him when you responded, focusing on the pile of glass still stacked on the nightstand.

“Yes,” you said. “Your royal highness. It’s the case.”

Prince Zuko considered this, and for a moment, there was an eerie silence in the room, as you all waited to hear what he would say. Who were you? Would he finally disclose it, or would you be further stranded in the darkness?

“Ursa,” he said finally.

“Your mother?” Mai said. He shook his head.

“No, not her. It’s — um, it’s her. Her name,” he said, jutting his chin in your direction.

“She has the same name as your mother,” Mai said flatly.

“Yes,” he said.

Ursa. That was your name. You didn’t feel some great reclamation of your identity upon hearing it; in fact, it meant nothing to you, except that at some point, people must have called you that.

“Is that why you saved her?” Ty Lee said. “Because she has the same name as your mother?”

“Yeah,” he muttered under his breath. “That’s exactly why.”

“Really? We thought you might’ve been in love with her or something,” Mai said. “I guess this is in character enough, though.”

“How’d you find someone with a Fire Nation name in Ba Sing Se, though?” Ty Lee said. Prince Zuko gave her an irritated look; she only gazed at him innocently until he sighed and looked away.

“She had been taken prisoner on the front lines and brought to Ba Sing Se to be, er…tortured. For — for Fire Nation secrets,” he said.

“Why would they think an ordinary girl would have Fire Nation secrets?” Mai said.

“It’s not like Fire Nation citizens are easy to kidnap!” he snapped. “She might not know any vital information about the nation, but it was probably better than nothing!”

“Well, sorry for asking,” Mai said, rolling her eyes at him once again. It seemed her fuse was particularly shorter when it came to him, not that it had ever appeared to be particularly long to begin with.

“Do you think they got anything out of her?” Ty Lee said, in a not-so-subtle attempt to change the subject and break the tension. Prince Zuko pinched the bridge of his nose.

“It doesn’t matter, does it?” he said.

“I guess not. Not now that Ba Sing Se is ours and the rest of the Earth Kingdom has all but fallen,” Ty Lee said.

“Right. Even if they found out anything from her, it didn’t help them in the end,” he said.

“What should we do with her?” Ty Lee said. “Poor girl, she doesn’t even know her lefts from her rights!”

“Uh, I do know that much…” you interjected. Ty Lee paid you no mind, continuing to speak to Prince Zuko like you weren’t there.

“She can’t live in the palace like this forever!” she said. “But she’s like a blind little child, alone in the world. Where can she even go?”

Prince Zuko looked at you, and then he exhaled heavily. You swallowed, waiting for his judgment, knowing that he now held your life in his hands, wondering what he would decide, wondering what fate was in store for you. For Ursa. Since you both were one and the same, after all.

“Send her to the Royal Fire Academy for Girls. They’ll teach her what she needs to know to be a proper Fire Nation girl,” he said.

“She’s not a noblewoman, though,” Mai said.

“Do you think the headmistress will argue with me if I say I want her admitted?” Prince Zuko shot back, though there was a tinge of insecurity, a questioning undercurrent, like he really wasn’t sure if he would get away with it or not.

“Nope,” Ty Lee said. “But do you think she — Ursa — can handle it? I mean, we were there, right, Mai? You remember how it was.”

“It’s a tough environment,” Mai agreed. You could tell what she was thinking: what place did a girl who came to the palace covered in bandages and glass, in the arms of a once-banished prince, have in a royal academy? “She’ll be eaten alive there.”

“And what if someone challenges her to an Agni Kai?” Ty Lee said. “Do you think she could win that? Is she that good at bending?”

“She’s not a Firebender,” Prince Zuko said.

“Why was she on the front lines if she’s not even a Firebender?” Mai said before pausing. “Never mind. I don’t feel like listening to your dramatics when you explain. But, you know, she’ll struggle that much more without bending to protect her.”

Prince Zuko’s face settled into a pensive mask of thought before he lit up, brandishing his pointer finger as if he’d come up with the idea of the century. Mai did not look amused, though Ty Lee seemed fascinated by what he might say.

“Ty Lee! You ran away from school to join the circus, right?” he said. Ty Lee went from looking fascinated to nervous, but she nodded.

“Yes, but I’m back now, so I don’t know why you’re bringing that up,” she said.

“My sister doesn’t have any immediate need for you,” he said, eyes gleaming. “Maybe it’s time you finally finish your education for good.”

“You want me to go back to the Royal Fire Academy?” Ty Lee repeated. Prince Zuko nodded.

“Yes, that’s right. You can watch out for her,” he said, jabbing his pointer finger at you.

“What will Azula say?” Ty Lee said.

“It’ll be fine,” Mai said. “If she needs you, you can just take a vacation from school or something. It’s better that you do this than laze around the palace.”

“I don’t want to be a burden,” you said quietly, speaking up of your own volition for the first time. “To anyone. I’m just grateful that you saved me, Prince Zuko. The rest of it is unnecessary. You don’t need to force the royal academy to accept me, and you don’t need to make Ty Lee come just to watch out for me. It’s enough that I’m alive. I can make my own life from here.”

“You don’t know anything. How can you expect to make a new life when you don’t even remember the one you’ve had until this point?” he said.

“I suppose there might be some benefit to Ursa going to school,” Mai added. “As long as she can survive the academy, it’ll be good for her. She can get caught up on everything she doesn’t remember, and it’ll be in an environment where her classmates are the children of the Fire Nation elite, so she can make further connections with people in high places.”

“Maybe she can find someone who has a brother she can date!” Ty Lee said, swooning.

“No!” Prince Zuko said. You all gave him strange looks; when he noticed, he turned a red as bright as his garb. “It wouldn’t be proper. You know, since you’ll be attending in my name and all; if you date anyone, it’ll reflect on me. So you can only date the people I approve of.”

“Alright. If that’s what you think is best,” you said. The last thing you wanted was to make things difficult for the boy who had, by all accounts, saved your life.

“I do,” he said.

“Uh-huh,” Mai said from the corner. “You know, Ty Lee, this reminds me of when Azula took us to the zoo that one time.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess it does!” Ty Lee said, covering her mouth with her hand as she giggled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Prince Zuko said.

“Is there a zoo nearby?” you said. “I don’t remember ever going to one. I’d like to visit, if it’s possible.”

“I’ll take you!” Ty Lee said. “When we have a break from school and classes and all.”

“So you’ll go with her?” Prince Zuko said. Ty Lee huffed.

“I don’t really have much of a choice, do I? Besides, I’m sure Azula will be happy to hear I’m pursuing my education in my downtime instead of just doing nothing. And you know I’d do anything to make her happy!” she said before cartwheeling over to where you were still situated in your bed, throwing her arms around you affectionately. “We’re going to be classmates, Ursa!”

“I look forward to it,” you said genuinely. Ty Lee tapped you on the forehead.

“Me too!” she said.

“You are?” Mai said. “I don’t remember you ever liking the school, Ty Lee.”

“I don’t,” she said, abruptly wilting. “Everyone was so mean there. But my parents will probably be happy, and at least I’ll get to spend more time with Ursa! Maybe I’ll be the only one around when she regains her memories, and I’ll get to hear her story in her own words first.”

“For the sake of the prince’s mental wellbeing, let’s hope that’s not the case,” Mai said. Prince Zuko did not even respond, too busy inspecting the glass on your bedside to rise to the barb.

“Fine, then,” he said. “Make sure she’ll have everything she needs to attend the academy.”

“Which one of us was that pleasantly worded command directed towards?” Mai said.

“Whichever one of you has the time to do it, I guess,” he said. “This is the glass that came with her?”

“Yes. On the subject, why’d you go and collect so much of it? What a waste of time that must’ve been,” Mai said.

“I don’t know,” Prince Zuko said, sweeping the glass into the small bag lying on the ground by the nightstand. “I thought it might be important in healing her or something. I mean, you know, how could the healers understand what they were pulling out of her unless they saw it?”

Mai did not seem to believe him, but to your surprise, she did not question him further on the topic, only nodding. Maybe she respected him just a bit more than you had thought, though considering your original hypothesis had not exactly been favorable for the prince, this didn’t mean much.

“Where are you taking that?” she said instead, motioning towards the bag. “To dispose of it?”

“Yeah,” Prince Zuko said. “I’ll have it taken to the incinerator.”

You felt a twinge in your stomach. “Do you have to?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he said.

“That glass is my only link to who I was before. Even if it was a bad memory, at least that memory was mine,” you explained. “I — I know it’s strange, but I feel like if you destroy it, you’ll destroy me, in some sense.”

“Ursa…” Ty Lee said, helplessly sympathetic, grasping your hands in her own. “It’s just glass. It can’t tell you anything about yourself, besides the fact that you were hurt during the fall of Ba Sing Se.”

“Your royal highness,” you beseeched Prince Zuko, who shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably at the title. “I know you have already done so much for me, so it is in bad taste for me to ask you for another favor, but please do not send that glass to be burnt away. Please save it. At least until I remember why it was there in the first place.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched. “It’s waste material. Nothing good will come of you keeping it. Nothing at all will.”

“I just—” you began before breaking off. “Never mind. I’m sorry for asking.”

“Zuko, maybe you should just do it,” Mai said.

“Leave it, Mai,” Ty Lee said. “He’s made up his mind. Even we can’t change it once he’s like this.”

Both of them looked at him, but he only picked up the bag and tucked it under his arm.

“I’m leaving now,” he said. “Don’t come after me.”

The door slammed shut behind him, leaving you alone in the room with Mai and Ty Lee. Both of them seemed sorry, and actually, unlike what you had expected, Mai was the first to speak up.

“I’m sorry, Ursa,” she said. “He’s always been the temperamental sort.”

“It’s okay,” you said, still unused to being referred to as Ursa, even if it was the name you had supposedly bore for your entire life. “He and Ty Lee are right, after all. It’s just glass. Trash. What use could I really derive from something like that? If that’s all that’s left of my old life, then maybe I’m better off not remembering at all.”

“You don’t really believe that,” Mai said. “But if it makes you feel better, we won’t argue, right, Ty Lee?”

“Hm? No, we won’t,” Ty Lee said.

“What’s gotten you all distracted?” Mai said. Ty Lee shook her head.

“It’s nothing. By the way, can you help me pack for the academy? I’m worried I’ll forget something,” she said.

“That, or you want me to do it all for you,” Mai said.

“I wouldn’t ask you to do that!” Ty Lee said.

“I’m just joking,” Mai said, but since her voice remained that same steady deadpan, it was hard to tell. “Yes, I’ll help you, and I’ll get things ready for Ursa, too. That way she can leave as soon as Zuko gets her admitted into the academy. Let’s be honest — the sooner she can get out of here, the better.”

“That’s true,” Ty Lee said, though when she noticed your downcast expression, she rushed to reassure you. “Don’t feel bad!”

“It’s not a problem. I understand; you’ve already wasted so much time and so many resources on taking care of me. It’s only logical that you’d want me gone,” you said.

“It’s not like that,” Mai said. “There’s just people in this palace that you’d be better off never meeting. It’ll be good if you can get out before you have that displeasure. That’s all.”

“I see,” you said. “Then thank you once again for doing your best to look out for me.”

“We’ll leave you alone for a bit,” she said. “I’m sure this has all been a lot to process, so it’ll be good for you to come to terms with it on your own time.”

“Bye, Ursa! See you soon!” Ty Lee said.

“Bye,” you said, though your farewell was lacking much of her cheer. Even if Mai was right, you didn’t really want to sit alone. You had nothing to think about or do in the solitude, so what good would you gain from it? But you could hardly beg them to stay, not when you did not know them and they did not know you, so you only watched as they left you sitting by yourself in silence.

It was only when the moon was high in the sky that your door creaked open once more. You were still awake — you had been having trouble getting to sleep, so you had tentatively begun to walk around your room, testing your legs, familiarizing yourself with the motions of walking once more. When you heard footsteps, though, you immediately grew still, hoping that the visitor would be someone you recognized and not someone with more nefarious intentions.

You had been expecting, or perhaps hoping, that it would be Mai or Ty Lee, but to your surprise, it was Prince Zuko. He was not wearing armor, and his hair was loose and messy around his face, but there was no doubt that it was him.

“How much do you really remember?” he said without formality or even a greeting. “Hey. Tell me the truth, at least.”

“What do you mean?” you said. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“I mean, have you really forgotten everything?” he said.

“Yes,” you said. “There’s nothing but a vast darkness whenever I try to look back at the time before I woke up here. I don’t remember a single thing about myself. I didn’t even know my name until you said it.”

He cocked his head at you, trying to discern if you were being truthful, and eventually he must’ve come to some conclusion, because he just buried his face in his hands.

“Okay,” he said.

“Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?” you said.

“It depends on who you’re asking,” he said. “And if you’re telling the truth.”

“I am!” you said.

“I believe you,” he said.

“Well…” you said. “There is one thing. Sometimes, in between the darkness, I’ll see something blue. I don’t know what it might represent, but I know that it’s there. It’s the only other thing I can recall — that precise shade like jewel-paint.”

“That could be anything,” he said.

“Yes, I know that,” you said. “That’s why I wouldn’t have even mentioned it ordinarily. Maybe something important to me was that color, or maybe there was just a blue tapestry on the wall where I was injured. There’s no concrete explanation, but I wanted you to know the full truth.”

“So that’s it, then,” he said.

“I suppose it is. On another subject, do you really mean to have me attend the Royal Fire Academy for Girls?” you said.

“You’ve already been accepted,” he said. “You’ll go. It’ll be alright.”

“Mai and Ty Lee didn’t seem to think so,” you said.

“You’re stronger than both of them, by far,” he said. “If they survived, you will, too.”

“Yet I’m the one that was captured,” you reminded him. “I don’t see how that makes me the stronger between us.”

A ghost of a smile flashed over his face. “You may not believe it, but at least to me, you are.”

“Did you know me very well, then, to be saying that with such confidence?” you said. “Before you found me that day? Were — were we friends?”

You didn’t want to say anything else, for it seemed presumptuous, but friends was close enough to what you were really asking that you figured the prince would understand.

It seemed that he did, but he did not appreciate the implication, for his face closed off and his posture grew withdrawn. Turning away from you, he pursed his lips.

“No,” he said. “We weren’t anything. You didn’t know me, and I didn’t know you. I only saved you because — because you and my mother share a name. That’s all.”

“It’s strange,” you said. “That name doesn’t even feel like it’s my own. Is it the amnesia that causes such a phenomenon?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “But you shouldn’t overthink it. Have fun at the Royal Fire Academy, Ursa. I’ll give you a messenger hawk; write to me frequently. And — and if you remember anything…”

“If I remember anything?” you prodded.

“Tell me first,” he said. “Not Ty Lee. Not anyone else. Me.”

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