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"If you wanna leave, you can. I'll remember you though. I remember everyone that leaves." 🤘🏾 28, F, Aquarius

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[animentality]

[lovely-lilies]

A Fate That Binds Us

Summary: You don’t have a choice when you are forced to do the ritual to appease the dragon that has plagued your village for centuries. As long as one woman is offered once a generation, the dragon will leave the village alone. But when you are taken, you find out that not only is the dragon a beast that actively tries to kill you, but it is also a man that has taken an interest in you.

Genre: Fantasy, Dragon Shifter Romance, Eventual smut

Pairings: dragon shifter! yunho x fem! reader, dragon shifter! mingi x fem! reader

Warnings/Content: abduction, rituals, descriptions of death, violence, blood, yearning, flirting, smut

a/n: This is a dragon shifter au based off of the Russian movie I Am Dragon. I made some changes to canon, but it’s fairly the same.

Each chapter averages from 3k to 5k words.

MDNI

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

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A Fate That Binds Us | Chapter 10

Summary: You don’t have a choice when you are forced to do the ritual to appease the dragon that has plagued your village for centuries. As long as one woman is offered once a generation, the dragon will leave the village alone. But when you are taken, you find out that not only is the dragon a beast that actively tries to kill you, but it is also a man that has taken an interest in you.

Genre: Fantasy, Dragon Shifter Romance, smut

Pairings: dragon shifter! yunho x fem! reader, dragon shifter! mingi x fem! reader

Warnings/Content: abduction, rituals, descriptions of death, violence, blood, flirting, SMUT

Masterlist

MDNI

Chapter 10

After arguing for half of the night, Yunho has convinced you to search for Mingi at first light. You still don’t like it, but he tells you over and over again how he’ll find him no matter what. Just the thought of Mingi travelling farther and farther away from you makes you sick with worry that you’ll never see him again. Although, you trust that Yunho will follow through on his promise.

You rest your head on Yunho’s chest as you trail your fingers up and down his stomach. He hums pleasantly and runs his hand across your back and every so often kisses the top of your head. Being in his arms feels right, like this is where you belong. After not being able to touch him for so long, you don’t ever want to let him go. 

The moonlight filters through the honeycomb wall, creating just enough light to see. He kisses your head once more, “Get some sleep my love.”

“Don’t go anywhere.” You nuzzle your cheek into his chest. 

He chuckles, “I’m not leaving your side for anything, don’t you worry. Now sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.” Even though you want to stay up to savor each moment in his arms, you know that he’s right. With one last glance up at him, you close your eyes and settle in for the night.

Just as he promised, he wakes you up just as the sun begins to rise over the horizon. He kisses you awake and you grab onto him as you melt into him. When he leans back to look into your eyes, he smiles, “Goodmorning beautiful.”

“Goodmorning.” You flip to your back and stretch your arms over your head.

He watches you with such love in his eyes, “I’ll go get you some breakfast.” He begins to get up, but you grab onto his forearm and he chuckles, “I won’t go far, but you need to eat before we head out.” You nod, chewing on your bottom lip and let go, but before he moves to get up, he kisses you once more. 

You watch him go and settle back down in your bed. Now that he’s gone, you finally think about what transpired last night. Smiling to yourself, you replay every moment last night with him and sigh contently.

He comes back with two shells filled with fruits and you spend time chatting about your plan and eating. He tells you that he’ll be able to find Mingi, but you have to trust him and be patient. He tells you that finding him will probably take the majority of the day and you hate that. When you’re done with your meal, you get ready for the day and put on some men’s pants and a white blouse. It’s big, but you’d rather deal with ill-fitting clothes than wind blowing your dress up as you ride the dragon.

After preparing a small bag with fruit and some items, you walk to the main cavern with Yunho. He has your hand firmly clasped in his and you can’t help the smile on your face. 

The cavern has a chill to it and you suspect that has to do with the grey clouds covering the sun. He stops and turns to look at you, noticing that you are not wearing anything warm and frowns. Before you can protest though, he’s off running in the direction of your cave and you lean up against the altar to wait for him. It doesn’t take him long to come back with a thick blanket and you can’t help but love him more. He wraps you up and leads you to the edge, “You need to hold on, okay? It’s windy up there and I’ll be moving a lot, so you have to hold on.” The worry on his face is evident.

You reach up and cup his cheek, “I’ll hold on, and even if I fall, you’ll catch me. I trust you.”

That doesn’t seem to help his worry at all, “Y/N, I’m serious. I can’t worry about you and track Mingi down at the same time.”

Rising onto your toes, you kiss him and you feel him melt into it. “I’ll be okay, Yunho. It’s not the first time for me to fly.”

“Yeah, but you were in my claws. This’ll be different.”

“I’ll hold on. If I feel like I’m falling, I’ll tap on your neck three times, okay?”

He nods and kisses you one last time. It’s long and tender, as if he wants to savor it before not being able to hold you as a human for the whole day. When he leans back, he takes a few steps away from you and shifts. You feel no fear as you watch the light fade and the dragon emerge. He looks over to you and takes a few steps towards the edge before laying completely down so you can get on easily. You make your way over to him and place your hand on his scaly neck, “You’re beautiful.”

He chuffs and nudges you with his nose for you to get on and you nod, chuckling. It’s not hard to climb up, much to your surprise, and you settle down at the base of his neck. With nothing to hold onto though, you scoot up and grab onto his horns for support. He doesn’t move an inch till you tell him that you are okay, and you steady your breathing as he walks closer to the edge.

The moment he lifts off, you feel amazing. It’s different than being in his claws while pain surged through your sides. Now, it seems like you are the one who is flying. The ascent is difficult for you to hold on, but Yunho flies carefully till you fly higher than the clouds and levels out. When you breach the grey clouds though, it’s like the world opens up. The sun beams down on you and creates a beautiful sea of sun-kissed clouds that you want to run your fingers in. A smile blooms on your face at the sight, and Yunho must feel your happiness because he makes a low pitched sound that resembles a pleased hum.

You don’t even notice the chill up here until the shock of how beautiful the scenery wears off. When you feel it settle on your skin, you become very grateful that Yunho brought you a thick blanket. 

Yunho makes a noise in warning and you hold on tighter as he veers to the right hard and dips down just enough so he can see beneath the clouds. You watch him curiously, wondering how he’s tracking Mingi when there’s nothing to track. You’re still learning all there is to Yunho and Mingi and their abilities, but you’re sure that you’ll completely understand one day.

The day is long as you ride. Yunho changes direction every so often, veering to the right or to the left and you have no idea where you are going. You’ve watched the sun move in the sky until it dips below the clouds and you’re becoming restless. After so long, your ass has become numb and the constant wind on your face has made your skin almost raw. However, you can’t complain at all because you’re with him, you’re touching him- That’s all that matters now.

Yunho makes another warning grumble and you hold on tighter. He doesn’t change directions like you expect him to, instead he starts to descend into the clouds below. When you emerge, you see that he’s headed to another island. It doesn't look anything like Yunho’s island, but a small stretch of land covered in thick trees. It’s hard to see due to the dying light, but you see one fire on the far end and that fills you with hope. 

He sets down as gently as he can and you slide off of him, keeping the blanket securely wrapped around you. Before he can shift though, you set off in a sprint to the fire. You have to see if Mingi is here, one more second of wondering will surely kill you. Yunho is hot on your tail and yells for you to wait, but you don’t listen to him at all. You hop over fallen trees and weave around bushes in your way, not caring that you can’t really see.

When you reach the clearing, you see a lone figure sitting away from you on the beach staring out at the rolling waves. The flickering flames behind him light up his toned back and white hair, and relief floods through you. You race towards him and he stands, turning to face the incoming footsteps and his face morphs from surprise to immense love and happiness. You don’t stop when you run past the fire and you don’t stop to stand in front of him. The closer you get to him, he becomes more concerned and begins to back away, “Y/N, you’re getting too-”

You cut him off by leaping into his arms, pressing your body up against his and kissing him, allowing the blanket to fall to the ground. He freezes in place and tenses, and you can feel him begin to shift. Between kisses you say, “I love you. I love you Mingi, more than anything.”

A guttural noise comes from him and you’re not sure if it’s from him or the dragon fighting to come out. His lips feel soft on your own and his skin feels like fire. You know that he has no idea what you are doing but you have to show him how much you care for him. He groans again and backs away, his eyes a flaming red as he trembles, the red light in his chest growing brighter with each second, “Run Y/N! I don’t want to hurt you1 Run and hide!” His panicked eyes flick to the fire and you know that Yunho is right there.

“I’m not going anywhere Mingi.” You smile at him as he backs farther away. Yunho quickly comes by your side and reaches for your hand, interlacing your fingers. Even if Mingi transforms, Yunho will stop him from hurting you. Just the sight of that has Mingi flabbergasted, his mouth hangs open in shock while his red eyes stare at your conjoined hands. It’s as if the dragon warring inside of him doesn’t know what to do and he freezes in place. His body trembles with the extreme amount of energy pulsing in him and all you want to do is reach out and comfort him. 

In a deeper voice than you’ve ever heard before he says, “How? How can you touch?”

Yunho answers first, “It’s like the drive, the need to finish the ritual vanishes in an instant, but you have to let it. It feels like you’re being burnt alive to let it go, but you can. You can choose it, you can choose her. You don’t have to comply to the needs of our ancestor dragons, we can choose our own path now.”

You take a step forward and Yunho keeps his hand firmly clasped in yours as you tentatively reach out and cup Mingi’s cheek. He lets out a sharp gasp and his eyes meet yours as you whisper, “Be with me. I want to live the rest of our lives together.”

He lets out an easy laugh, “As if it’s a choice.” His red eyes flicker and then returns to his regular dark brown that you could get lost in, “I wouldn’t want anything else Y/N. I’ve wanted you for a long time but I was too afraid to do anything about it. I couldn’t let myself believe that I could live my life with you because I was afraid of what the dragon could do to you.” His eyes flick to your conjoined hands with Yunho and back to you, “Seeing that it’s possible, I don’t want to be afraid anymore, I want you.” A handsome smile blooms on his face, “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too.” You lean forward and kiss him again and you can still feel how confused he is about what you are doing. He does his best to copy what you are doing but is sloppy. You lean back and smile at him, “I’m so happy we found you. I was so afraid that I’d never see you again.”

His brows furrow and he reaches for your other hand, “I never should have left, I’m so sorry.”

Yunho makes a noise beside you and you take a step to the side to look at him. He has a guilty look on him and you immediately know something is up. He rubs the back of his neck, “You don’t need to take the blame Mingi.” He lets out a breath and lets his hand drop to his side, “He didn’t leave on his own volition, I made him leave.”

You take your hand from his, “You what?”

Mingi puts a hand up to ease the growing tension, “There’s no need to get angry about this, it’s all in the past now.”

“That’s not the point, Yunho, you kept this from me.”

He nods and chews on the dead skin on his bottom lip, “I did, and I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry for a lot of things actually. For one, I never should have told you to leave Mingi, you’re my greatest friend and I shouldn’t have let my emotions cloud my judgement. And I shouldn’t have kept that fact from you Y/N, you deserve to know everything.”

Mingi disregards everything that Yunho said and gathers him in a hug, “Stop being so glum. We need to celebrate!”

You watch with your arms folded over your chest and you can’t help but let all of those negative feelings fade. There’s no need to stew on the past, you’re all together now, that’s all that matters. Mingi lets Yunho go with a pat on the back, and they both turn to you. Before you can say anything else though, your stomach growls fiercely and you sigh. Both men’s mood changes immediately and Mingi turns to Yunho, “Let’s go fish.”

They leave you by the fire to go get dinner. You’re not too pleased not being around them, but the promise of a hot meal will suffice. They disappear as they walk down the beach, Mingi saying there are calmer waters over there and you debate on following them, but you know that they’ll bring you right back, telling you that you need to stay warm by the fire. While you wait, you think about what this means for your future. You’ll live with them on the island, making it your home in all aspects. You expect Mingi and Yunho to move into your cave, you don’t want to sleep alone anymore if you can help it. What will your life look like now with them? Heat blooms on your face as you think about what you’ll do with them and you squirm in your seat.

Even though it feels like forever since they left to get you food, you’re sure that it’s only been ten minutes at most. When they return, they have two coconuts and one fish, and you can see that they aren’t particularly happy with the results. They plop down beside you and get to work preparing the meal and you notice Mingi continuously sneaking glances at you. There’s a deep flush on his cheeks each time he does, and you find it to be incredibly cute. 

“Were the fish not cooperating today?” You smile.

Yunho shoots you a look and lets out a breathy laugh, “Hard to fish when we don’t have any spears. Had to catch it with our hands, in the dark mind you.”

You hum and lean back onto your hands while staring at the flickering flames. There’s a cracking noise beside you, but before you look over, Mingi has put one half of the coconut in your lap. You shoot him a grateful glance and take a sip of the water and try to pass it back to him but he shakes his head.

Dinner is quieter than you expected. There’s an energy surrounding you three and you haven’t been able to name why that is. Yunho and Mingi seem to be silently communicating with each other as you take bites from the cooked fish. You’re curious as to what they’re keeping from you, but you don’t ask while you eat.

When you’re done, you take one last swig of coconut water and stand up, heading to the shore to watch the waves. The moonlight hits the water beautifully while the bright stars in the sky twinkle. You don’t have to look beside you to know that Mingi has followed you because he hums and scoots close to you. “You know, “ He starts, “I never thought that my life would end up like this. I thought I’d live life on my island with my Father. I was content with that, and when I lost that, I never thought I’d have happiness again. When I met Yunho, he became the only person I cared about, and yet I was still afraid that I’d end up losing him too.” He turns to face you, his eyes warm and sincere, “But when I met you, those fears hit me head on. To think that I could be the one to kill you? I couldn’t handle it. I couldn't allow myself to fully let you in even though I was lying to myself.” He reaches out tentatively and takes both of your hands in his, “I have loved you for a long time Y/N, and I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”

Warmth builds in your chest as you gaze into his eyes, “I love you so much.”

He bends and presses his lips to yours gently, he’s still unpracticed but you love it nonetheless. You let go of his hands to hold his toned waist as he cups your face, pulling you closer to him. Each press is exploratory, and you can feel the need wafting off of him like a growing flame. It’s as if he wants to savor every kiss, every touch, every moment with you to the fullest. You open your mouth wider and deepen the kiss causing him to shiver against you. Dragging your hands up his stomach, you purposefully make it so it drives him insane. 

He groans against your mouth, “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

You kiss the corner of his mouth and then kiss the length of his neck, paying attention to his body language and sounds. When you kiss the spot just below his jaw, he lets out a breathy moan and grips you tighter. You hum victoriously and give that spot all of your attention. 

His hands travel down to your ass, and he gives you an experimental squeeze before pulling one of your legs up. You lean back to look into his eyes and give him an amorous smile as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his hips. In this position, you can feel practically everything, and you hate that your pants are blocking the way.

He takes you back to the fire and sets you down on your blanket as gently as possible before settling above you. He knocks your knees apart and sits back onto his heels to look at you, “You’re so beautiful.” His hands trail up your legs, and you watch with bated breaths, seeing if he’ll touch you where you most want him to. Instead, he stops on your thighs and smirks, “Can I pleasure you?”

“You don’t even have to ask.” You reach for the button on your pants, but he moves your hands away and kisses your palm. 

“No, let me.” His fingers easily unbutton your pants, and you lift up your hips to allow him to pull them off. He deliberately goes slow, allowing his fingers to drag down your legs and you are aching with need. The touch of his fingers leaves fire on your skin, leaving you breathless and needy. With one last tug, he pulls them off of you and tosses them to the side before sliding his hands all the way up your legs. You open your legs wider for him to see and you watch as his eyes flare red. He reaches in between your legs and finally touches you, making you release a strangled breath and grip the blanket beneath you. He explores you with the tips of his fingers, mapping you out while watching your face intently. When he finds your clit and you buck against him, and he smirks.

“Where did you learn that?” You whimper.

He continues to work your clit and answers you with a deeper voice, “When we went fishing, Yunho told me everything I needed to know.” You should have known that, of course Yunho would teach him. Now that you’re thinking about him though, you notice that he’s nowhere near you. Mingi sees the question in your eyes, “He took a walk to give us some privacy.” He circles your clit again and you choke out a moan. “I wanted you for myself the first time I touch you.”

The sound of the waves mix with your lurid moans as you grip the blanket beneath you. He moves to your entrance and slowly inserts a finger, watching your face for any discomfort. In reality, you ache for more. You want all of him, but he’s content to take his sweet time with you. He pumps his finger in and out of you and you can see how much he loves this. “Curl your finger a little bit.” You writhe against him.

He complies immediately, inserting another finger and finds that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. His red eyes watch you hungrily and you can’t get enough of him. He sees that you need more, so he adjusts his hand so he can circle your clit with his thumb. You arch your back with this overwhelming sensation and cry out, letting the pleasure take you. Each pump of his fingers, every circle sends you higher and higher, till you’re not sure that you’re on the ground anymore. 

When you climax, he makes a noise of approval and watches you with a satisfied smirk on his face. While you heave for air, he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks the remnants of you off of him. Just the sight of him doing that makes you flutter around nothing and you can’t handle it anymore. 

Sitting up, you flip him on his back and straddle his hips. He makes a shocked noise, but as soon as he sees you hovering above him, he pulls you down to kiss you hungrily. It’s frantic and ravenous, like you both can’t hold back anymore. You start to grind on him and the choked moan that comes out of his lips is the best thing you’ve heard. 

Sitting back, you reach for his loincloth and purposefully drag your fingers over his hot skin, just like he did to you before. His stomach twitches and he closes his eyes, “Do you enjoy teasing me this much?”

“Oh, but you did it to me. Fair is fair.” You scoot back slightly and lean down to kiss his stomach. He groans while his hips move on their own and you love it. You lick a stripe from his navel up to his sternum while grinding down on his bulge, knowing that he’s on the brink of exploding. When he’s needy and writhing beneath you, you finally take off his loincloth and toss it to the side. You pause and look up at him, seeing how desperate he is to orgasm, and you give in. Sitting higher on your knees, you line yourself up and sink down, keeping your eyes locked on his. He chokes out a moan as soon as you sink down and rolls his eyes back in intense pleasure. 

His hands find purchase on your hips as soon as he is fully inside of you, his fingers digging into your flesh. Your chest heaves as you hold onto his chest to balance, your fingernails pressing into him. “Can I move?” You huff out and he is quick to nod, practically begging for you to continue. 

You go slow at first, purposefully taking your time to sink back down and grind your clit on his pelvic bone. He tries his best to remain still so you can go at your own pace, but you can see that he’s barely holding it together. A sheen of sweat covers you, but the slight breeze keeps you from overheating. When you sink back down, he finally whimpers out, “You’re killing me Y/N.”

“Then do something about it.”

Fire shines in his eyes as he accepts your challenge and flips you on your back. He wastes no time thrusting into you hard and fast, keeping his crimson eyes on you. You wrap your legs around his hips and grip his forearms on either side of your head, giving into the pleasure. You can’t help the high-pitched moans coming from your mouth, but that seems to goad him on more. 

When you close your eyes unconsciously, he growls, “Open your eyes. Look at me.” 

You comply and grip his forearms tighter, “Mingi-”

He thrusts again and cuts you off causing you to whimper. Heat builds in your core while your legs seem to squeeze his hips on their own. “You feel amazing.” His voice is almost inhumanly deep, “I don’t ever want to stop. Fuck-”

The heat builds and builds until you finally explode with a sharp moan. Your hearing muffles for a few moments while your entire body feels like putty. Mingi climaxes quickly after you due to your relentless squeezing and drops down on you, resting his head on your chest. He trembles against you and reaches for your hand, “You are…” He exhales a long breath and brings your hand to his mouth, kissing you reverently, “There is no amount of words to describe how perfect you are.”

Your heart melts and you reach to thread your fingers through his white hair, “I could say the same about you.”

He chuckles, the vibrations of it hitting your stomach, “I’m hardly perfect, but you make me a better man. I’m eternally grateful that fate brought us together, because now I can’t imagine my life without you.”

The pleasant sigh that escapes his lips while you massage his scalp is music to your ears. 

You spend a long time in each other's arms talking about your future or mundane things. The conversation never feels forced or awkward even when it lulls as you relax over the soft sand. After a while though, the breeze on your bare legs begins to be too much. Mingi sits back up and sits on his heels looking down at you, his eyes now his normal brown. He hums at the sight of the mess in between your legs and gets up to gather things to clean you up. You don’t bother getting up with him, even now your limbs feel lax and heavy, and it would be too much effort to try. 

To your left, you hear the crunching of broken branches on the ground and see that it’s Yunho. He looks flustered and disheveled but tries to hide it with a confident stride. He makes his way over to you and plops down, allowing for you to place your head in his lap. He smiles down at you, “Hey beautiful.”

“Where’d you go?”

He swallows, “Um, just went on a walk.” A red blush blooms on his cheeks, reaching the tips of his ears. You know that he must have heard what happened, and you find that it’s cute that he’s so flustered. 

Mingi returns with some water in the coconut shell and places it near your feet before tearing a scrap off of the blanket. He pays no mind to Yunho as he cleans you up and you squirm, feeling over sensitive. When he’s satisfied that you are clean, he tosses the rag and coconut shell to the side and tucks the blanket around you. He glances at Yunho and smirks, sharing a knowing look before laying on your right side. He turns to face you and drapes an arm around your waist while nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

Yunho gets the hint and carefully scoots out from under you and takes the place to your left. The warmth radiating off of them is intoxicating and it feels like you don’t even need the blanket. The immense feeling of safety surrounds you, and you’ve never felt anything like this before. Yes, you had your Mother growing up that provided you safety, but you had to rely on yourself when she got sick. You barely remember the years where you didn’t have to worry about surviving, all while making sure that she was well taken care of. Now though, you don’t have to look out for yourself anymore- You have Yunho and Mingi. They’ve made it perfectly clear that you are the most important person to them and that they’d protect you from anything that would harm you. For as long as you can remember, you’ve had to be hypervigilant and responsible, too mature for what a child should have been. Now you can just be.

Yunho drapes a leg over yours and holds your hand against his chest. His strong heartbeat pounds pleasantly against your skin as Mingi scoots impossibly closer to you. There’s no inch of skin of you that isn’t pressed against them, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. In the matter of minutes, sleep calls you into its sweet embrace and you welcome it.

Next Chapter ->

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a/n: so the debauchery begins

[buffalokill]

zukos babygirl kissing his scar like how she sees her mother, you, always do. eyes wide, finger in her mouth as she stares at the affection before doing it herself. small gummy mouth pressed to her daddy’s left cheek.

she squeals.

arms wave and legs kick as if pleased with the attempt at giving dad a kiss. a wet kiss, but nonetheless a kiss. she smiles against zuko. and he mirrors her action as he himself smiles wide. pulling her away from his cheek— a line of drool following— he holds her out in his arms and stares lovingly. her eyes, same as dads, look back.

her finger is in her mouth again, wet, just like the spot on dads face. she smiles wider. and leans in one more time. zuko brings her back to his chest. her gummy mouth pressing onto the right side of his face this time. his other cheek now matching with his left. a lil ‘muah’ escaping from her as she pulls back.

she smiles big because she’s just like mom.

[bae-fong]

oh i know dada

adult fire lord zuko x wife!reader warnings: 18+ nsfw, fluff, breeding kink, baby fever, daddy kink summary: when fire lord zuko sees his wife holding babies, and with everyone constantly pestering for an heir, his mind can't help but reel to darker places.

“fire lord zuko! when can we expect an heir to the fire nation?”

“fire lord zuko! are you and the fire lady expecting?”

“who will take the throne as the prince now that you have been reigning for some time?”

the relentless questioning left zuko restless. he had hoped the weight on his shoulders would ease once he transitioned from prince to fire lord, but the pressure had only increased tenfold.

you, on the other hand, were as cool as a cucumber.

as the beloved fire lady, you were adored by the entire nation. while zuko was buried in council meetings and ledgers, you spent your free time at charities, local orphanages, and schools. to put it simply, you were constantly surrounded by families—more specifically, children.

zuko watched from afar as toddlers wrapped their chubby arms around your skirts, peering up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. parents took pride in seeing the fire lady cradle their infants, and even the fussiest babies seemed to settle the moment they were tucked into your arms.

“my! you would make such a wonderful mother,” one woman remarked.

“the fire lord is a lucky man indeed,” the citizens added. “a beautiful wife and a natural mother.”

while zuko often flushed with embarrassment, you took every remark as an opportunity to tease him.

“hear that, zuko? it means we’ve got work to do,” you joked, gently rocking a sleeping infant while the crowd erupted into laughter.

it wasn’t until you were talking to one of the elderly ladies from a distance that the conversation took a turn, her voice not-so-quiet as she described the struggles of pregnancy.

“pregnancy is a beautiful thing, but very, very tedious,” the elderly lady explained. “you’re constantly waddling around with a big, round belly. your feet are swollen and bare, and your…” she motioned to your chest, “always swollen and aching.”

your face flushed with embarrassment, but zuko, on the other hand, found his mind admiring the idea.

he wasn’t in a rush to have kids, but the image of you—his wife, waddling around the palace barefoot in nothing but a flowy dress. your belly, round from carrying his baby, and your breasts swollen with milk.

it was perfect.

and that was how you ended up here, sprawled across your shared bed with your legs hooked over zuko’s broad shoulders as he held you folded in a mating press.

his cock—thick and swollen—pounded into you relentlessly, the air filling with vulgar sounds that made your eyes roll back and your ears burn.

“zu—zuko!” you cried out in pleasure.

“gonna… get you…” zuko grunted, his hips drawing back as he drove into you deeper. “pregnant… gotta breed you—”

zuko was a mess of incoherent babbling, muttering about keeping you full of his seed and the image of you walking around barefoot. his heavy body completely enveloped yours, his hands tangling into your hair to pin you in place, keeping you trapped in that vulnerable position.

“gonna keep fucking you until it takes,” he promised darkly. “until our kids are running around the palace.”

you were a moaning mess beneath him, your legs dangling in the air as he pounded into you, forcing you to take every deliciously agonizing inch of your fire lord.

“how many do you think we’ll have? one? two?” zuko laughed raspily against your ear, the vibration making your body tingle. “or twins. that’d be nice—wouldn’t it?”

“so… so nice,” you managed to moan.

zuko laughed again, adjusting his angle so he could fuck even deeper into your warm, aching core.

“fuck. you gonna make me a daddy, baby?”

“yes, zuko!” you cried, nodding your head frantically against the pillows. “yes—i’ll make you a daddy—”

“shit,” he cursed, his body drawing tight as he felt himself ready to pump you full. “say it again.”

“daddy!”

daddy. daddy. daddy.

the sound of it was music to his ears. he tossed his head back, his long, dark hair damp with sweat against his bare skin as his cock pulsed deep inside you, pumping ropes of thick, hot cum into your aching pussy.

“god, that’s it,” he growled, peering down at you with lustful, golden eyes as his chest heaved.

“gonna make sure it takes. you’re going to give me an heir, aren’t you? my beautiful, perfect, sweet wife.”

[passable-talent]

i love your works! could i request a zuko x reader scenario where the reader and zuko first meet at the northern water village (reader saves zuko from drowning during that full/blood moon) and sees zuko again when he joins the gaang? they’re training and the reader heals a cut on his face and they kiss👀? thank you!

oooooo I haven’t gotten a water bending reader request yet 👀 this’ll be fun

also thank you! I’m definitely enjoying myself

When you saved Prince Zuko’s life, you’d had no idea who he was.

Okay, to clarify, you did know he was a firebender. That much was obvious, from the fact that he was under the ice of the northern water tribe, melting his way through it.

You’d been wandering down toward one of your favorite hideaways, a little platform closer to the water’s surface that doubled as a pipe’s drainage point. You’d been sitting there, legs dangling so that you feet almost touched the water, when you heard a thump behind you. You turned, and saw nothing, and so ignored it. But a moment later you heard sizzling, and turned to see red-hot hands pressed up against the thick ice.

At that moment, it didn’t matter that he was a firebender. It mattered that he was trapped under the ice.

You shot to your feet and skidded to your knees over top of him, just as you watched his hands detach from the surface of the ice. He’d lost his air- and was sinking downward.

Immediately you split the ice open and used water bending to create a current upwards, spitting out enough of his torso that you could drag him from the water. He was lucky, and hadn’t yet taken a lungful of water, and so when you dropped him on his back he took a big, gasping breath.

“Are you okay?” You asked him, concern in your eyes for a moment before you asked something else. “What in Tui’s name were you doing under the ice?” You demanded, honest concern for the safety of this clearly insanely brave individual in your tone. But he looked up at you with a cold expression, and you sat back with a sigh as realization clutched your heart.

He was a firebender. The city was under siege. There were likely soldiers like him everywhere, crawling in like elephant rats through any holes they could find.

“Oh. Right.” You looked over his shoulder and with a hand motion, resealed the hole you’d pulled him from. He made no attempt to move, and made a few puffs of flame to try to warm up.

“You don’t look like a soldier,” you told him, and his fire began to turn from the cooler red flame to the hotter orange.

“I’m not,” he answered, which soothed your fears a slight bit. The night was eerily silent, but the movement of the water at the mouth of the pipe echoed through its length and past the two of you. There was an odd sense of peace- a firebender and a water bender, at a truce, within a pipe. His nation was laying siege to your capital city, but you wouldn’t hold that against him. Forgiveness, and unconditional love. That’s what you loved about your people, and you would let it guide you. You wouldn’t let someone drown- not even a fire bender.

You only hoped that you wouldn’t discover that he killed Princess Yue or something, you decided, as you watched him sneak off into the streets of the city. But you had faith in him. After all, he could’ve killed you.

When three months later you were a part of Team Avatar, you still hadn’t known that the boy you saved was indeed Prince Zuko. You’d joined Team Avatar late, only for the eclipse invasion, and so had only heard tales of the angry banished prince who caused so much harm. The two were definitely not the same person, it hadn’t ever even occurred to you that they could be.

So when Zuko turned up at the Western Air Temple, your first response was unbridled joy.

“It’s you!” You’d shouted before he could say a word, and rushed forward to hug him even as he stood stalk still in surprise. You turned back to Aang with a huge smile, relieved with this turn of events.

“Guys, this is perfect! He’s a firebender, but he’s good. I met him back at the Northern Water tribe, on the day of the lunar eclipse. He’s good, he’s-“ you turned to Zuko, a sheepish look of embarrassment on your face.

“I’m sorry, I never knew your name,” you said, before Katara spoke from behind you.

“That’s Zuko,” she spat, and your shoulders dropped. “Y/N, step away from him. I don’t know what you know, but he’s not what you think.”

You found it easier to accept him then a lot of the gang did. You had only ever seen the good side of him, and even though you’d heard of the bad, you just remembered that shivering teenager you’d rescued and the honest thankfulness in his eyes when he saw you.

You saw the relief on his face every time you sent him a smile, because you wanted him to know that you were supportive of his change of heart. He began to gravitate toward you, knowing that conversation with you wouldn’t feel awkward or forced.

You’d seen the good in him, and now you were sure of it.

When he wasn’t training Aang, he’d gotten into the habit of sparring with you. Hand to hand combat, without bending, had been a focus of yours ever since the lunar eclipse back at the North Pole, and even moreso after the Day of Black Sun. Both eclipses made you realize that it was easier than you expected for a bender to lose their ability, and illustrated just how much your fighting relied on your bending.

So the two of you started sparring together. You’d learned how to convert some of your waterbending into close quarter combat, and he began to do the same with his firebending. It made you better fighters, benders, and made you a better team.

Sometimes, though, it got a little rough.

On the beach in front of the Fire Lord’s vacation home on Ember Island, you both stood with bare feet in the sand. He’d taken off his shirt, and you any layer you could spare, as the physical activity warmed you both up. The sun was setting, turning the sea all sorts of blood red, and Katara was in the process of making up dinner, which was why the two of you were free to do this. You were both standing with your fists up, tense and ready for the other to make the first move.

As soon as you did, he ducked his torso out of the way and attempted to jut his fist into your sternum, which you caught with your wrist and shoved it downward. Your opposite hand made use of the opening left by his fist and you tried to get a jab into his chest, but he blocked it out to the side, opening up your torso for a kick that thrusted you backward. You stumbled but got your balanace, giving him a soft, playful snarl before rushing back toward him with a flurry of hand movements that he skillfully blocked. You grew frustrated and, without thinking, slashed with your left hand, palm up and open, away from your chest. It sent water up and to his face, centralized into a small enough stream that it gave him a shallow cut along his left cheek.

The sparring match stopped dead as you covered your mouth with your hands.

“Oh spirits I’m so sorry,” you said, one hand gently reaching out to cup his face. “I’m going to heal it, it’ll be fine, you won’t even notice. I’m so sorry.” With a light laugh he wrapped his hands around your wrist, his eyes locked on to you.

“It’s fine, I’m okay,” he said, and yet still you felt horrible.

“I didn’t mean to, I swear,” you said, your right hand drawing water from the ocean and quickly you purified it by letting the salt fall out. Your left hand pulled from his cheek for just long enough to cover it in water, and slowly you pressed your hand back onto the cut. You didn’t quite touch his skin, but let the water soak onto his face, and though you focused on making the water glow with healing, you vaguely noticed that he’d closed his eyes, and let out a small puff of air.

The water’s glow faded, and you lifted your hand to check that the cut was gone. Once you’d confirmed it was, you took your right hand to discard the water, leaving your left hand still cupping his cheek.

“I’m sorry,” you said again, this time whispering. The waves crashed on the shoreline, but he’d heard you. His eyes opened slowly and your breath caught, for a moment astounded by the gold that shimmered behind his eyelids.

You told your whimpering heart that he hadn’t been this pretty when you first met him.

His left hand slowly detached from your wrist and reached out toward you, first tucking back a strand of your hair that had fallen into your face, then letting it fall to the back of your neck. From there, he slowly brought you in, as though giving you time to pull away.

You wouldn’t.

As much as you wanted to keep your eyes open, to watch him, for as long as you could, instantly you’d closed your eyes and let him guide you into his lips. He was warm, beyond the warmth of exercise, and you realized you’d heard somewhere that firebenders were naturally warmer just as waterbenders were naturally cooler. Zuko was exceptionally warm- you felt almost as though you could fall asleep with his arms around you the way they were, the comfort of his heat and his contact soaking into your bones.

And his lips. Though they were chapped, they still managed to feel so soft, and he tilted his head in just the right way so that the two of you fit together, perfectly.

“Hey, Y/N, Zuko, Katara’s got-“ Sokka, who had appeared over the hills, stopped dead in the middle of his scentence to turn around and walk back to the house. “Dinner,” he called over his shoulder, giggling a bit, and as you pulled from Zuko’s lips with a smile you could already imagine the kind of comments the two of you would get during the meal.

With a single look to Zuko’s face, his expression soft and caring, you decided you didn’t mind.

-🦌 Roe

[verybadatwriting]

I just !!! AAAH!!!

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

mdni ⋆˚✿🍒𐙚⋆˚

choi san and his humongous breeding kink. he takes this shit seriously. he runs the tightest program known to man trying to knock you up. he has an app that tracks your cycle and he checks it everyday religiously — regardless of the fact that he's got it memorized.

when you're ovulating, god help your soul. he has you in the meanest positions possible all while he's practically praying for his seed to take root inside of you. folding you in half is always a good option, pillow shoved under your hips to help him hit deeper. missionary is fun, doggy style even more so. every position in the book, just to keep things interesting.

his favorite has to be taking you full nelson, feet bouncing as he fucks his thick inches up into your messy cunt. kissing your shoulder as he uses you like an oversized cocksleeve; pulling you up and down, he moans, "c'mon baby, make me a daddy."

[ichxraaa]

fire lord zuko! who hasn't seen you in a while, after the war, after the slow rebuilding of the fire nation and the colonies, he left you with so many things unsaid after he first came into the throne. who chose mai, for a while. while the guilt of leaving you behind ate him away day after day, until that wasn't the only problem he and mai had, until it was just one of them and the relationship just faded away.

fire lord zuko seeing you again for the first time after years, he wants to apologize again, he wants to say he didn't mean to hurt you, he wants to tell you how confusing and scary everything was back then, how he thought he was finally on the right path but that had only been the beginning. he wants to know if you've been happy, if you've forgiven him. he specially needs to know if you have forgotten about him.

fire lord zuko who'd love to be able to ask if you ever think of him, if you also wake up remembering the time you spent together back when his honor was all he cared about, but he doesn't dare. instead he is civil, he needs to be, he is the fire lord now, he can't go around making a scene.

you sit in front of him on the table, next to katara and you reach for the tea pot to get another cup of the jasmine tea he made, he reaches at the same time and your fingers graze, it's only a second but your eyes meet his and he wants to think you also felt it, that tingling.

he looks for your eyes again but you look to the other side, right next to his head or towards aang who is sitting to his right, you don't reach for more tea again.

and he spends most of the meeting trying to find your gaze again, but it doesn't happen. he leaves to his chambers for the night, but he can still feel it, that warm tingling and he members the first time he held your hand all those years ago and he doesn't even try to fall asleep, he knows he won't be able to, he knows once again you'll plague his thoughts for the night and he wonders when will he be able to stop feeling like he is still chasing something.

and the thought nests in he back of his heart, persistent and obsessive in that old familia way, will he ever be able to stop chasing after you?

[surgepricing]

I think about Azula shooters often and their common refrain of "if Azula hadn't had a mental breakdown, she would've won" and I'm here to tell you that no, she wouldn't have.

There is no universe in which Azula was winning that fight with Zuko (or Katara, for that matter).

Azula spent so much of Book 2 being built up as this deadly terrifying force against whom the heroes are badly outmatched that it can be difficult to catch exactly how quickly Zuko is advancing.

Back up a bit to Book One. For the fearsome exiled crown prince of the Fire Nation, Zuko's not that impressive a firebender. He's not bad by any stretch, and he's able to lay the untrained Sokka and Katara flat pretty easily. Then he gets in the ring with Aang, who is an airbending master, and the difference between a regular bender and a master becomes apparent when Aang literally puts his ass to bed:

People have attributed this to the fact that no one's fought an airbender in 100 years, but I think it's also worth noting that Aang (a 12 year old from a pacifist nation) has probably never fought anyone before. Like, ever. And yet the second Aang thinks "okay, I'll attack back", the fight's over.

Zuko's got the same genetic predisposition for firebending talent that Azula does, yet it never seems to manifest because of his mental blocks. At the beginning of the series, he's already so beat down that all he really has is conviction, pride, and anger, so even with training from Iroh (the firebending master, thank you very much), he struggles. Yet throughout Book 2, when he has no time to train because he's on the run, he actually seems to advance faster. The fact that his bending is literally tied to his character arc (as his morals become tangled and he has to fight off aforementioned mental blocks) is pretty brilliant. Like, by the time of the Crossroads of Destiny, Zuko getting his ass handed to him by Aang is a pretty consistent feature of the show--he just can't match wits with him.

Hell, at the beginning of the series, he and Iroh (again: the actual firebending master) launch a combined power surface-to-air attack...which Aang casually swats away into a nearby ice wall. Come the Crossroads of Destiny, however, and Zuko by himself launches this bigass fireball that blows through Aang's defenses.

Zuko advances so quickly that it's scary. That prodigious talent is in him even if it doesn't come through as cleanly as with Azula. Who, by the way, was busy about to get flattened by Katara some few dozen feet away, until Zuko took over and then effectively stalemated her himself.

All of this in retrospect makes it abundantly clear why Zuko's firebending seemed to skyrocket so much when he learned true firebending from the Sun Warriors: it was really the only thing left. He's hard a hard road learning how to fight waterbenders, earthbenders, and airbenders, and even if unconsciously, he's applying the philosophy Iroh taught him about augmenting his bending style with aspects of other styles (see also, the waterbending-like fire whips he uses in the above gif). Once he actually understands fire and how it works, he's got it mastered. Hence why any gap between him and Azula effectively disappears as soon as their next fight--before her friends have betrayed her and her stability goes out the window. There's no real sense of urgency to their fight at the Boiling Rock prison. True, Sokka's presence with the sword helps, but Zuko doesn't look remotely worried and he counters Azula's every attack perfectly.

All her life, Azula only ever learned fire. She was taught by the best people the fire nation can employ, so she knows all the cool tricks, but she's still poisoned by the corrupted firebending practiced in the modern ATLA timeline. Unlike Zuko, who managed to get the basics if nothing else from Iroh (fire comes from the breath, and can be used to survive as much as to kill), Azula has always used fire as a weapon and a means to hurt others. She has no true knowledge of the craft, meaning she's got the same weaknesses as Zhao, she's just better disciplined to the point she can make up for it.

Zuko's victory was a given considering Azula's complete loss of control by the time of Sozin's comet, but even had she been in a perfect mental state, she'd have lost, because in many ways Zuko is simply the better firebender.

And that's the truth of it.

[earthshaker1217]

Okay. Valid points.

[bloodbornebutch]

please don’t forget you’re loved. anxiety lies. people care. you are loved. It’s ok.

[sandaily]

[butterflypeaflowertea]

ever since i was a little girl i knew i was doomed to take things too seriously and think about them forever

[slimegargoyle]

in the beginning, the trump assassination attempts were spaced by twenty four weeks. then twelve, then six, then every two weeks. the last one, at the white house, was a week. in four days we could be seeing a trump assassination attempt every eight hours until they are coming every four minutes. we should witness a double event within seven days,

[kpop-bbg]

[yunhotteoks]

[ OT8 ] ATTRACTIVE THINGS THEY DO.

random boyfriend gestures i associate each of them with.

[ (ateez) ] | more random fluff, established relationship, soft thoughts | warning/s: none, this feels very parasocial

홍중 — 「 hongjoong. 」

⤷ always keeps direct eye contact with you when you’re talking to him. he wants you to know he’s listening to everything you’re saying. no matter what, he’ll stop everything and put his full focus onto what you’re saying. responds with more than just hums or nods, asks questions and gets involved. the way he looks at you never fails to make you blush, words fumbling as you get lost in your own story. hongjoong just laughs, a smirk curling on his lips - “it’s okay jagiya, take your time.”

성화 — 「 seonghwa. 」

⤷ dresses up for every occasion. there isn’t a single event or date that you two go on that seonghwa isn’t dressed up for. the money helps but he has incredible fashion sense on his own. it always makes you proud to have a man that cares about his appearance and knows how to use that skill properly, never leaving the house looking anything but incredibly put together - he secretly puts in more effort when he learns this.

윤호 — 「 yunho. 」

⤷ incredibly patient with you. it might seem simple, but he never gets frustrated with you no matter how hard you might be to teach. likes to teach you how to play his favorite video games, and even if you suck, he’ll just set his big, warm hands over your own and guide your fingers exactly where they need to be. he just doesn’t know that the reason why you suck is because you’re too busy focusing on the way he’s leaning over you and how good it feels.

여상 — 「 yeosang. 」

⤷ when he’s trying to focus on something, he always ties his hair up into a loose messy bun, with a few stray blonde strands. sticks his tongue out as he does whatever he’s doing. you find it so attractive even when he’s simply just reading, watching the way his eyes zone in and with his hair tied back... you just love it when he ties his hair back.

산 — 「 san. 」

⤷ presses kisses to your forehead. no matter the occasion, whether you’re upset or he’s leaving or the two of you are just sitting together watching a movie. he likes to remind you that he’s there, so every so often he lean towards you, causing you to blink in surprise, before pressing a soft kiss against your forehead - his lips are always soft.

민기 — 「 mingi. 」

⤷ reaching anything that’s too high. even if you’re tall enough to reach something, he’ll still make a habit of grabbing it for you. likes being able to do things for you, but mainly it’s because it gives him the chance to subtly show off his muscles, stretching his arm up next to you, leaning in close to you. every single time it takes your breath away, leaving you a flustered mess as he goes back to whatever he was doing before. and every single time he leaves with a shit-eating grin.

우영 — 「 wooyoung. 」

⤷ sets his hand on your lower back to guide you places. doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, every single time he’ll be there right behind you, guiding you. makes you feel safe and protected, and he knows which is why he does it. a simple way to show he’s there without having to say anything and the feeling of his hand on your back never fails to cause goosebumps. he also leans close too, letting his breath fan across the back of your neck as he guides you forward.

종호 — 「 jongho. 」

⤷ gives the absolute best messages. never ever complains either. he likes to be able to calm you in any way he can, whether that be when you’re stressed or just simply something to make you comfortable. he’s incredibly good with his hands, knowing exactly where to press or rub - does it without expecting anything in return cause he just wants to make you happy.