#sokka brings it up just to rile up zuko and then eventually they both start laughing

[radishaur]

2, 7, and 19 on making a reader swoon with Zuko? 😍

I’d be more than happy to! I hope this lives up to your expectations. :) For those who haven’t read the prompt lists, here are the prompts requested. #2 is “Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”, #7 is “The more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave”, and #19 is “If you don’t stop looking at my lips without doing anything about it, I will take you right here on this counter.”

- Zoe

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Secrets (Zuko x Reader)

Warnings: Implied NSFW

Genre: Fluff, Implied NSFW

Part: 1/1

Summary: See request

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Ever since Zuko had joined the group, we had been having a secret relationship. Well, technically it was more of a friends with benefits situation which was why you two were keeping it a secret.

What can I say? War is stressful and sneaking around with someone takes the stress away. It makes me feel like a teenager for once. It’s quite easy to forget that fact when the fate of the world rests in your hands.

So yes, I was indeed messing around with Zuko. But what did it matter? It was only fun and games. I mean nothing would ever come of it anyways, no matter how much I wanted it to.

No this was simply temporary and I knew that. Allowing myself to have feelings for him was only going to get myself hurt.

“Y/N! Are you listening to a single thing I’m saying?” Sokka asked, scowling at me as I shook my head.

“No, I’m sorry. I got distracted watching Aang train. He looks so graceful,” I said, looking over to where Zuko and Aang were training.

Aang was definitely not what I was looking at. Especially not when Zuko was shirtless. But Sokka didn’t need to know that.

“You’re so easily distracted these days,” he grumbled, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t been listening.

“I’m sorry, Sokka. Really. I promise I’m listening now,” I assured him, turning my body to face him.

He continued telling me about his journey with Zuko to rescue Suki and his father Hakoda and I listened like I promised. Eventually, the sun began to set and everybody made their way inside to eat dinner.

The Ember Island house was unkempt, but it was still a house. Having a kitchen to cook in and a table to eat on was refreshing after so many months of camping. Everybody was talking to each other, engrossed in their own conversations when I decided to go to the kitchen and grab seconds.

It was as I was scooping some more rice onto my plate that I felt an arm wrap around my waist and turn me around. I knew it was Zuko.

“Hello to you too,” I mumbled, biting my lip to fight down my smile.

“Y/N,” he replied, his voice low.

He sent shivers down my spine whenever he spoke like that. It was enough to make my knees weak.

“To what do I owe the pleasure,” I asked him, looking over at the doorway to make sure nobody was coming.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you watching me when I was training with Aang. You’re not very subtle,” he whispered, taunting me by pulling away.

My body instantly missed the heat of his body against mine. I rolled my eyes and smirked.

“Maybe I wasn’t trying to be,” I replied, biting my lip once more.

“You’re getting bold,” he said, stalking closer to me.

My eyes never left his lips as he came closer and closer. I had to resist the urge to kiss him as he brought his boxed me into the counter, one hand on either side of me.

“I always have been. I’m pretty sure it was me who introduced the idea of this dynamic in the first place,” I reminded him, still not looking away from his lips.

“Maybe so,” he smirked, bringing his mouth right next to my ear and whispering so only I could hear, “but we all know who’s in charge when it comes to the actual actions.”

I couldn’t stop the shiver from running down my spine this time. He pulled back enough so that his face was in front of mine. My eyes flickered to his lips once more.

“The more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave,” he growled, bringing his hands to my waist and pulling me as close to him as physically possible.

“They would definitely notice our absence. I guess you’ll just have to wait,” I teased, trailing my hand down his chest.

“I’ll have you when I decide I want you. End of story,” he said, picking me up and setting me down so I was sitting on the counter.

My body screamed at me to leave. It wanted him so badly that I could feel myself pulsating with need. Every cell in my body wanted him. I flicked my gaze back to the doorway and saw that still nobody had come to check on us. I looked back at Zuko and trailed my eyes over his body before stopping back at his lips. Oh, those beautiful perfect lips.

“If you don’t stop looking at my lips without doing anything about it, I will take you right here on this counter,” he whispered, his hands now gripping my thighs and bringing them around his waist.

God I wanted nothing more than to have him do exactly what he just said. The idea of getting caught was both exhilarating and terrifying. I found myself kissing him passionately before I could stop myself.

I only pulled away to catch my breath. Thankfully I did, because not two second after we had stopped kissing, I heard Katara from the other room.

“I think I’ll start cleaning up in the kitchen.”

I shoved Zuko away from me as fast as possible and we both scrambled to fix ourselves up to look normal. I continued piling my plate with food and Zuko pretended to be looking for something in the cupboards.

“Oh, hey guys. I’m surprised to see you two in the same room,” she joked, referencing our tense relationship when he first joined the group.

Turns out all that tension wasn’t from hatred but something else entirely.

“Very funny. I’m over it now. Zuko’s proved that he’s changed and I’m not going to hold his mistakes against him,” I said, picking up my plate from the table.

I could see an expression of surprise cross Zuko’s face at my words. For a second, I could have sworn he had smiled softly but just as quick as I had seen it it was gone. I figured I was just imagining things.

I took my plate back out to the table and sat down to finish eating. I’d be lying if I said Zuko didn’t get me riled up, but that was something that could be taken care of later tonight. For now, I simply enjoyed the company of my friends.

It wasn’t until everybody had finally fallen asleep that I snuck into Zuko’s room. He was in the process of getting undressed when I entered. He smirked as he saw me leaning against the closed door.

“Thanks for the view,” I joked, looking his bare chest up and down.

He rolled his eyes and ignored me. He grabbed the silk robe from the bed and carelessly threw it over his shoulders.

“Always,” he replied as he made his way over to me.

I bit my lip as he came closer, but this time I didn’t hesistate to kiss him. I grabbed the edges of his robe and pulled him closer to me. His arms snakes around my waist and then pulled me into his arms. I continued kissing him until he dropped me onto the bed. He crawled on top of me and I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him down. I let my hand ghost across his lower area before pulling it back up to his face.

“You’re such a tease,” he said, his eyes filled with lust.

“And you’re not?” I quipped in response.

Zuko and I continued to make out and various pieces of clothing were removed as things amped up. We only stopped when we thought we heard footsteps out in the hall. Zuko fell off of me and laid on the bed at my side as our hearts raced. After a few moments, we both relaxed and figured the noise was probably just the house creaking. Zuko let out a small chuckle that made my heart flutter. He looked so adorable. And then he was looking at me with that familiar glimmer in his eyes that made my knees weak. It was like night and day.

“Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?” I asked, saying the words I was thinking before I could stop myself.

He immediately blushed a furious red and his eyes widened in shock.

“W-what?” he asked quietly.

My mind raced for answers that never came. Oh spirits I was an idiot. Our relationship was purely physical. It had never crossed the line into affectionate in any way. At least, not out loud. There were many times in my head where I had called him cute or had felt my heart flutter when he laughed.

“I umm....I didn’t-“ I stuttered, stopping immediately when I realized that speaking was only going to dig me deeper into the hole I had dug myself into.

We both sat silently and the tension in the air was practically tangible. I picked at the skin around my nails nervously.

“I’m sorry,” I forced myself to say.

He paused for a minute and I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him. He looked conflicted as he sat next to me. As soon as my eyes met his, he seemed to come to a decision.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” he asked, his eyes searching for an answer.

“What?” I replied, not quite sure what he was referring to.

“When you said you forgave me. That you didn’t hold anything against me anymore,” he clarified, his gaze moving into his lap instead of my face.

“...Of course I did. You’ve shown me that you’re working to fix your mistakes. I can respect that. I mean, I wouldn’t be sneaking around with you if I still hated you,” I answered, laughing slightly at my last sentence.

“Oh,” was all he said.

“Do you want me to?” I asked cautiously, afraid to head his answer.

“No! No, of course not,” he rushed to answer, biting his lip slightly before saying, “It just....makes things more complicated.”

“I’m afraid I don’t follow,” I admitted, cocking my eyebrow at his odd statement.

He gulped slightly before finally looking at me once more. That same expression that I saw earlier was written clear as day on his face. It made my breath hitch and a million butterflies go haywire in my stomach.

“This was a lot easier when I thought you hated me because I......well I......you....,” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly before taking a deep breath and saying, “It was easier for me to think you hated me because it made it easy for me to repress my feelings for you.”

I let his words sink in. I blinked a few times in disbelief.

“You like me back?” I asked quietly.

“Wait, you like me?” he asked in shock.

I was silent for a moment before a smile broke out onto my face.

“Yea. I do. I really really do,” I admitted, forcing the butterflies I felt to calm down.

I caught the glimpse of a smile before Zuko’s lips came crashing down onto mine. I kissed him back like I would never get to kiss him again. I let myself go in the moment and things progressed like they usually did, except this time it was different.

This time we weren’t just two teenagers sneaking around to lift the weight of the world off our shoulders. This time we were two teenagers who felt the same about each other. And I liked it much better that way.

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[lady-annie-bee]

Day 2- College Au

Zutara

College au!

Katara was having what you might call "a bad day."

She could've sworn that she set her alarm for six-thirty, yet when she looked at her phone when she woke up, it was seven-fifty. Her class started in ten minutes.

When she walked out the door, with her hair not even brushed, in leggings and a sweatshirt (she was pretty sure she slept in this, it was vastly different to her usually immaculate appearance) and saw how hard it was raining, she debated whether college was really worth it. Was this eight am anatomy lecture really worth the hassle? The stress? Professor Pakku liked to give her a hard time, he had even docked participation points from her grade for not being well dressed. Nearly every time Katara had his class, he would find some reason to pick on her or demean her.

Maybe this thunderstorm was a sign, maybe she really wasn't fit for higher education. She could probably make it as a dancer...

"No, Katara!" She frowned at the thought of Pakku winning. "You are going to go to class in your pajamas and Pakku can just deal with it! Who cares what he thinks!"

When Katara finally walked into class, it was eight-thirty. She was soaked to the bone. She could feel nearly everyone's eyes on her, she just scowled and calmly made her way to her seat. She shot a heated glare at Pakku, just daring him to say something.

It was inevitable really. Not even the second coming could bring them out of their argument.

From all around the classroom, students looked at Katara like she was crazy for arguing with a teacher like that. Maybe she was. But there was one student a few rows behind her who looked at Katara with awe instead.

***

Walking out of the classroom, red in the face from arguing, Katara brought her phone out and called Sokka. She held it to her ear only to find out that Sokka had his phone off, as usual. Katara growled and left him a vaguely threatening voicemail.

If he was an engineer, surely Sokka could figure out how the on button worked...

Katara was pulled from her thoughts by a steaming latte. Her eyes followed  the arm up to the face it belonged to. A blushing Prince Zuko. The nickname was from when his sister forced him to do the musical production where he played a prince; for some reason, the nickname stuck.

"Uh, hello. Zuko here, I uh, saw that you looked pretty upset. So I got you a latte," Zuko's eyes widened, struck in realization, "I really hope you like lattes," he said in a rush.

Katara blinked. She was left speechless, which, believe her, did not happen often.

"Oh! Uh, thank you! I actually love lattes, so you're good. You really didn't need to do this though! Really, I get so riled up after each class of his. This is nothing new," she smiled at him.

"OK well, I have two coffees and can't drink both of them so..."

Katara laughed, "Well, can't say no to free stuff."

"Definently not," Zuko agreed. "What kind of college kid would you be?"

"Ugh, don't remind me. Every time I wake up for Pakku's stupid lecture, I wonder if I'm really cut out for this," Katara looked down at her latte.

"That's rough, buddy..."

"But then I remember that I can't let him win and I get in my car, ready for a fight." She clenched her unoccupied fist to punctuate her point.

"Spite, huh? Me too, my father would hate that I'm in criminology, but that's what fuels me to keep doing it," Zuko looked angry for a second.

"Your father...?" Katara could somewhat relate, as a war hero and amputee, he was what made her want to go into nursing.

"We don't really get along. Anyway, enjoy your latte, I gotta get to forensics." Zuko awkwardly waved her good bye.

Katara quickly realized that she needed to sign up for clinicals to get the times she wanted.

***

The next eight am lecture, Katara opted to sit beside Zuko. Her five page essay stapled and neatly tucked in her folder, she worked all week on it and was sure that it was just about perfect. Zuko on the other hand...

"You wrote it last night, didn't you?" Katara asked, though it was more a statement than a question.

She took in his disheveled hair, tired eyes, and rumpled papers. On his desk sat a Red Bull and an empty coffee tervis. He nodded at her.

"In other news, I will probably have a heart attack today," he said, as if saying the weather. "I haven't slept in two days, I have so much work to do. Caffiene is my blood right now."

Katara stared at him for a second, hoping he was joking, "Zuko, you need sleep, if you don't sleep for another day you'll start hallucinating."

"I'll sleep eventually, probably. But homework isn't the only reason I can't sleep."

Katara raised her eyebrow at him, and eyed the door. Pakku would be walking in any moment now.

"I couldn't sleep because I told myself that I was going to ask you out the other day but I chickened out last minute."

Face red for a completely different reason than usual, Katara opened her mouth to say something, or just gape. She wasn't sure. She was sure that if her mouth was open long enough words would start coming out on their own. Katara didn't speak fast enough, almost as soon as she processed what he said, Pakku walked in.

"Alright eveyone, pass your essays in. Stop gaping Katara, you knew it was coming."

Katara's mouth shut. If she said something now, everyone would hear it, she internally cursed Zuko for not saying something sooner. She looked at him from the corner of her eye, he looked completely complacent. As if he didn't realize the weight of his words.

She whispered to him, over the sound of shuffling papers, "We're going to talk about this later."

During the lecture, Katara could not focus. Something about the intricacies of the nervous system was not nearly as interesting as thinking about Zuko and his exhaustion enduced confession. Was it a confession, though? He just said that he had wanted to ask her out, it's not like he was claiming to have fallen in love with her...

Katara came back down to Earth when Pakku glared at her. If she didn't pay attention soon, he'll start calling her out. No matter that she had the highest grade in the class-

A small piece of scratch paper on her desk came to her attention.

'Dinner?' It said.

Katara smiled at it and wrote a response, and placed it back on his desk.

'It's a date!'

"Katara! Is my lecture so boring to you that you feel the need to entertain yourself like a middleschooler, passing notes?"

Surprising even herself, Katara said, "Sorry professor, but some of my classmates didn't understand what you were saying, seems like it's time for you to retire afterall. Your old age is clearly getting to you and your ability to teach."

"Why you....!" Pakku went red with anger, another shouting match was about to begin.

Say what you want about this class, but it certainly was interesting.

***

"How do you get away with fighting with old man Pakku all the time, anyway?" Zuko asked, looking dashing for the dinner.

"Oh, well he's technically my grandfather."

"Oh OK... Wait, what?!"

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