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fiery fondness

₊⊹ fire lord zuko x gn!reader ₊⊹

"Zuko." "It's Fire Lord Zuko for you."

✦ synopsis: after the republic city was saved from predicament, you rushed through happy festivals with a heavy heart after receiving the news that zuko is injured...

✦ content: hurt/comfort, heartwarming fluff, teasing, tension, yearning, mutual pining, zuko has a big fat crush, misunderstanding, mentions of injury

✦ word count: 1.5k words

You rushed through the festivities of Republic City. Under the glow of iridescent moonlight and red paper lanterns, happy citizens dance on the street without any care in the world. It seems like in this very joyful moment, you're the only one full of dread.

"Your excellency!"

Your servants speed behind, voice fading amongst the crowd while the distance grow. Dust and mud cover the hem of your exquisite red clothing.

You finally spot the large tavern just like the message described. Your footsteps grew quick as you push the door open, forcing your way inside.

"Zuko!"

The ambience halt for a moment. People stare at you with that loud banging, before going back to noises and hums of cheerful music in the very next second. You groan with frustration, scanning the place like a hawk.

"Zuko! Where are you!"

Your eyes glide to every person with fiery red clothes, yet none of them is the one you're looking for. Crimson shoes adorned with polished corals hit the creaking floorboad harshly as you shuffle through the drunken crowd.

And there he is, feasting the victory with his comrades. Surrounded by piping hot food from every nation and tickling murmurs of familiar voices, he's happily slurping on noodles without realizing your presence far behind.

He doesn't talk much, unlike the water tribe guy besides him. You met him once. Left with an unending laugh and genuine thought that he might be a genius without knowing it.

Now though, there's not any hint of a smile presented, frown splayed on your face as you approach the lively crowd.

"Zuko!!!"

Zuko quickly turns toward to your recognizable voice. He looks… flabbergasted. Chopsticks nearly fell from his large hands like losing dexterity in a sudden. He's fine, other than a few scratches on his arms. You scoff at the sight before storming off the premise entirely.

Zuko stare at the space for a second, then standing up so abruptly the table shakes with impact.

"Hey, I almost lost my food!"

Sokka complains as usual, Toph touches the table confusedly as Zuko hurried towards you.

"Where are you going?"

Katara asks, concern in her voice. She exchanges looks with Aang while the Fire Lord ignores his friends' words. Aang shrugs, continuing the conversation where they left off.

"Wait! Talk to me!"

A few steps behind, Zuko keeps up with you at a distance, gazing along your figure under reddish lights of the lanterns.

"I thought you were injured!"

You finally turned to him, showing the face that keeps him tossing and turning at night… Contemplating…

The worry on your expression is evident, mixed with frustation and a hint of anger. Zuko could not win… Could never win against that face of yours.

"Your excellency!"

"Your excellency, where are you!"

Oh no. They must've been finding you all this time. You know it would be pesky to have a parade of servants and guards follow you everywhere. But the Grand Chamberlain, your father, insisted they were necessary 'to protect my only child!'.

Zuko notices, too. He always knew how hard you crave the freedom, turning to short-lived temper and funky acts of rebellion just like he once did. Though you're milder than him on that… By a lot.

"Follow me."

He finally closes the distance, grabbing your wrist and practically drag you away from the chaos of it all. You were going to protest like usual, but his calm in your storm changes that decision for you.

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Zuko settled on the soft bed draped with crimson bedsheets, his shoulders relaxed for a moment before returning to their perfect posture. You stand in front of him, firm eyes pinning on his as he evades yours.

"So, are you really injured?"

"The messages… Do tend to exaggerate sometimes…"

"I don't buy it."

You look at Zuko with a skeptical expression. The fresh scratch below the scar on his face is noticeable. Your eyes move to his arms, only minor injuries. And torso, still covered with Fire Nation's attire, minus the royal regalia he wears during council meetings.

"Quit looking at me like that."

"Like what? I'm examining."

Your eyes went back to his, sharing no words after.

He doesn't reply, only continue the staring game you unknowingly started. Zuko hopes you won't notice the flushed tips of his ears. Golden eyes scan across your face, taking in your features as the air around you shifted.

Silence. And more silence.

The air is stuck in your throat. No words are exchanged, then finally…

"Zuko."

"Manners."

You stare at him in disbelief, feeling like he's just messing with you. And it's starting to work.

"What? Who cares about manners at a time like this, Zuko?"

"It's Fire Lord Zuko for you."

You groan. The Fire Lord sends you a teasing smile while he rests his hands on the mattress, drinking in the joy every time he gets a rise out of you. It's his favorite pastime by now, other than sharing splendid teas with Uncle Iroh.

"Fine, fine. My honorable Fire Lord Zuko, can this lowly noble take a look at your injuries?"

You sigh, playing along with his antics. The mattress drops as you sit beside him gently.

"It would be my honor, your excellency."

The weight shifted on the bed when he sits up straight again, fixing his posture while turning to face you. You grab his arms and twist them side by side, searching for any bigger wounds.

"I told you nothing happened."

You huffed, knowing his habits of dealing with problems alone. You know how he often sighs after leaving the council full of overbearing lords. And you know how he never lets others notice his weaknesses, especially you.

You scan him again from head to toe, but stopped at golden eyes that seems to pull you in. Eyes that used to ignited with such passion, burning everything and everyone in their path, now a pair of warm embers that fuels a whole nation.

"Are you satisfied now, hm?"

He jests, seeing your chattering self now at a loss for words.

"Show me your back."

You said without much thought.

"Huh?"

"I said, show me your back."

Zuko turns red. You narrow your eyes for a moment before realizing the gravity of your words. Now you're both red.

"I didn't mean…! Nevermind. Forget I said that."

"No, I get it. Urgh..."

Zuko curses his own awkwardness. He looks at you as he takes off his shirt slowly, revealing sculpted abs with no present wounds except for the old scar at the middle of his chest.

You turned away, still very much red.

"You've seen me like this before."

He's right. You've seen him shirtless plenty of time at the training grounds, but you never give it much thought. Now, on the other hand…

You fell silent again, thinking of the times he must've endured endless pain for the sake of Fire Nation. Zuko notices.

"As I said… It would be my honor, your excellency."

Your hands carefully push his long hair aside, exposing broad muscular back underneath. Other than some bruises, there are no wounds or bleedings to be concern of. You look at the sight solemnly and place a hand on his back. Zuko gulps quietly, fighting for his life to keep composure and quickly put his shirt back on.

"I'm sorry." You blurted out.

"For what?" He exhales, forcing his voice to sound nonchalant.

"For raising my voice at you earlier."

Zuko smiles at himself then turn his whole body back to you, sitting face to face. You two bask in the silence of the room, with the warm glow of lanterns and muffled sounds of festivities outside. It was only you and Zuko together.

His smile grew bigger when he looks at you, relishing in your obliviousness. Do you know the fact that… You're the only mortal in the world that's allowed to scream, shout, or cuss profanities at the Fire Lord as much as your heart desires?

He wouldn't mind if it means he can keep you close. If it means he can finally pours his heart out to you. One day. Some day.

"You know I wouldn't be mad over something like that."

"I know… But…"

Zuko cannot help with the fondness that continues to grow in his heart. He glance at you again, a true gem clothed in fiery red garb of the Fire Nation.

"I'm sorry too, for leaving you in the dark."

Zuko stood up from the bed slowly, looking at you with a permanent smile plastered on his face. Everyone, especially his extraordinary friends, would be more than surprised to see the Fire Lord's honeyed eyes filled with brimming affection like this. Good thing there's only you and him here. He would be embarrassed beyond anything.

"Thanks, Zuko."

"Fire Lord Zuko."

Your brows furrowed, sending a sharp look at him.

"Ugh, you stuck up."

Zuko extends his hands to you, and you accept. He dreams of the day you accept his hand for a certain something else too. Though it will remain as his secret for now.

"Let's go. The others are waiting for us."

You two walk back to the festivities outside, where the the worries of the world melt away in the air all at once.

✦ A/N: i saw too many zuko edits for the last few days soooo another fire lord zuko fic is on the way ,,, hope u guys enjoy this one !!!

[blythe-777]

when lotus blooms 🪷 1

᯽ zhongli x gn!reader ᯽

Given a second chance at life, though a mortal one, you promised not to take this chance for granted. As you embark on your new life, many joys and new experiences await at the lively harbor. But there is a certain someone that can’t seem to let go of the past, and never will.

✦ content: fluff, angst, mentions of death, hurt/comfort, veryyyyy small amount of blood (needle prick), reader is a forgotten deity, SFW

✦ word count: 1k

Chapter 1

“Don’t shed tears over me, Morax. It is not your fault…”

“Stay with me… No…”

His bloodstained fingers caress your cheeks so tenderly.

“I’m… sorry…”

A trembling hand falls from his face as your eyes dim like a dying moon. Your now lifeless body lay in his embrace. The last thing you want to see is his sorrow. But alas, your fingers grew too limp to wipe away his tears one last time.

“Dear? Are you well?”

You snapped back to reality. The chopsticks almost fall off your fingers while your mother looks at you with concerned eyes.

“Don’t worry, Ma. I’m just a little tired.”

Several millennia passed. The Deity of Lotus is no more, only this mortal self remains. Now as an adoptee of a humble tea merchant in Chenyu Vale, you live a quiet and quaint life.

After your dearest father passes, you work as a seamster to get by. The job is not the most rewarding in terms of wealth but enough to support your remaining family. And you enjoy it. Simply as that.

“I know you’re serious about this, but please… Take care of yourself, would you? You are the only one this poor mother has left now.”

“I know, but… Miss Yun Jin from Yun-Han Troupe acknowledges my work! She even invited me to see her on that show. So, I have to make her the most beautiful dress Liyuens will ever lay their eyes on.”

“I understand, dear. But promise me not to skip your meals at least.”

She smiles and gently places another fried fish on your plate.

“Of course, Ma. I will take care of myself for your sake too. You can leave everything to me.”

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“So this is what Liyue Harbor looks like…”

It was a stark contrast from the tranquility of Chenyu Vale. People lived calmly and accordingly with the nature. But here at Liyue Harbor, every corner is illuminated with lights and lanterns, numerous stalls surrounding the place, and people bustling and rustling with smiles on their faces. 

The lanterns burn brightly like little man-made suns, shining even at night. Here at Liyue Harbor, people challenged nature and gods to live beyond their means and better themselves. It was nothing like what you had seen before. The Liyue Harbor you only heard from father and the other merchant aunties and uncles, now surrounding you in every sense.

After stumbling around the market for a long while, you finally settle in the accommodation that Yun-Han Opera Troupe provided. The room is far more garnished and spacious than your entire home back in Chenyu Vale, too spacious for your liking. It makes you feel lonely and a bit guilty, considering that your mother now lives alone. You know your neighbors are always chatting and checking up on her, but you can’t shake that uncomfortable feeling in your throat.

“I’m sorry, Ma… I promise I’m not leaving for long. And I won’t skip any meals.”

You sigh, thinking about writing a letter back home while gazing at the moon. Whether at Liyue Harbor or Chenyu Vale, at least you will be gazing at the same moon. That’s what mother always said to make peace after father’s passing, that father will still be “looking at the same moon and taking care of us from afar”.

The moon. Nothing but an illusion to keep the mortals living. But still, the moon and your mother’s words evoke an odd feeling of peace in your heart.

You slumped down on the cushy bed. The soft fabric envelopes your tiresome figure while your eyelids start to hang low like the moon up above. 

“Greetings, Miss Yun Jin. I’m the seamster from Chenyu Vale.”

With the small clunk of the closing door, you walk beyond the intricate partition into the backstage room. A young woman turns from the mirror to greet you. In her elegant hand is a small powder pot with the sophisticated fragrance of glaze lilies.

“Good morning, please come in. Was the room we provided to your liking?”

Yun Jin is as radiant as you met the first time back in Chenyu Vale. She is poised and elegant yet kind and amiable. No wonder she reached out to you first after seeing the embroideries you sent with the merchant boats to Liyue Harbor.

“It certainly was. Thank you for your generosity again.”

“Father and I want to make sure that you’re comfortable during your stay at Liyue Harbor. It is my honor to welcome you and your art from Chenyu Vale.”

You smile back at her, unfolding a pouch from your bag to reveal the shiny fabric adorned with lotus patterns of many gentle colors.

“This is the same fabric from Chenyu Vale that you were interested in, added with some of my own embroidery per request.”

“Dear archons… This is a work of art. Miss Yinggong will be more than elated. I cannot wait to wear this!”

Her fingers run along the patches of your intricate work. You perk up a bit just by seeing the pure admiration and awe in her eyes.

“This is not yet the finished work, but… I will do it to the best of my abilities.”

You smile again, feeling another spark of life light up in your heart. You hope to yourself that this new chance of life will offer something good unlike the last.

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You spoke too soon.

Your gaze pinned at the dark-haired gentleman with amber eyes. And that moment your heart dropped like an overly ripe sunsettia on a hot summer day. Splattered. Smudged.

“This is Mister Zhongli. He’s one of our patrons and honored guests who offered help to our troupe for many years”

“I am Zhongli, consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlour. Delighted to meet you, miss.”

Morax…?

Zhongli…?

“Pleasure to meet you too, Mister… Zhongli.”

Yes… Erosion can erase and alter one’s memories… 

But you could not forget those amber eyes…

Those eyes that you never wish to see again…. 

✦ A/N: first time posting fics on tumblr ! if there's any suggestion pls feel free to tell me ... many more chapters to come !!!!