dangerously caffeinated

biology student ☼ chronic reblogger ☼ pisces ☼ south asian ☼ early 20s

[maidragoste]

Fossoway!Reader Universe

Unwanted attention: Much to your dismay, you attract the attention of a Targaryen prince.

A new addition in the family: Scenes from your first pregnancy.

Papa: Their daughter calls Aerion by his name instead of Papa.

Did you think the same?: After a comment from Daella, Aerion wonders if you ever thought the same as her.

Walk: Baela still doesn't walk, much to your dismay, and it's Aerion's fault.

Victory

A Worried Husband: Aerion notices how different your second pregnancy is from your first.

Jealousy: Fossoway!reader would lowkey get jealous when a lady tries a little too hard when talking to Aerion.

Baela’s Fifth Name Day: Ronnal Baratheon gives Baela a gift; Aerion is not happy about this new friendship.

The Witch and the Storm: After Baela and Daella tell Viserra a story, she goes in search of Aerion.

A conversation with your daughter reveals something that Aerion doesn't like

Asks and headcanons

The original concept

Jacaerys Velaryon as the son of Aerion

How did Maegor end up with his name

How do Raymun and Steffon react when they meet your children with Aerion

Aerion doesn't want Egg to hold Baby Baela

Daeron as Baby Baela's favorite uncle

The soft side of Fossoway!Reader

Fossoway! Reader trying to convince Raymun that she can't stand Aerion

What would happen to Fossoway!Reader if one of her children turned out to be evil?

Are any of the children evil?

Fossoway!Reader would be so pissed when she remembers that Aerion named her baby boy Maegor

Grandfather Maekar and Baela

What color hair Fossoway!readers kids would has + What about length? + Would any of Fossoway!Readers kids have a strip of hair that was a diff color than the rest like their uncle Valarr?

Fossoway! Reader does not tolerate anyone speaking ill of Aerion

Grandfather-Granddaughter Days

Aerion would be trying so hard go prove one of his babies looks just like him

Maekar would be soft with his grandkids

Some random lord would try to put a wedge between Fossoway!Reader and Aerion

Baela would be the most outgoing toddler ever

If Valarr were still alive

Maegor would eventually grow up and be like “dad wtf you named me after someone that was Cruel and that everyone hated?"

Would Reader and Aerion be scared knowing of the alleged curse over the dark haired Targaryens?

Fossoway!Reader would confuse Aerion

Maekar learning Reader and Aerion named their daughter Dyanna and tearing up

Aerion and Reader's reaction when the kids don't want to play with Maegor + The silbings as protective siblings of baby Maegor

Reader and Aerion's reactions when their daughters begin to be courted

Maekar would milk the “old granddad” card so much

Aerion and Reader's reaction when they discover that Dyanna is with a Lannister boy

Maekar and Jacaerys <3

Aerion is miserable and pathetic when Reader goes to visit her homeland

Do Aerion and reader have a favorite child or do they try their best to not show favoritism?

Grandpa Maekar takes a nap and the children are worried that he is dead

More Jealous!Reader

Steffon vs Aerion

The kids are not interested in playing Cyvasse

Baela and uncle Daeron

Imagine Aerion drink the wildfire but "somehow" survive

Aerion and clothing

AU:Aerion becomes mad with grief after Reader's death

I'm evil and want you to have a visual image of Aerion looking like a madman in front of the court

Aerion was like, "a dragon doesn't burn, but if I die, at least I'll be with my wife again."

How would everyone react when Brynden is exposed for nearly killing Fossoway wife and do you think Aerion would kill him?

AU Aerion and Reader in Lys

Fossoway Widow!Reader: Raymun's mother, aka Fossoway!Reader's aunt, ends up having an affair with Maekar.

Fossoway!Reader catching Maekar and Fossoway Widow!Reader doing yk

Modern AU

Modern Baby Daddy!Aerion Headcanons

The relationship between Aerion and Fossoway!Reader would evolve into something romantic

Can I ask how Aerion is in the modern au?

Modern Aerion loses his mind when he sees that Fossoway!Reader follows Vallar on Instagram but not him.

Drop Dead

Modern fossoway! reader and aerion having a mini ailent crashout everytime they wait for a pregnancy test result

Will Reader get pregnant again before finishing college?

Modern Aerea loves to ragebait Aerion

Modern Aerea and Baela would rage bait Aerion by saying “wow I’m so hungry, I could eat that tall guy Duncan that mom had a crush on back in the day”

Figure Skater AU

The Fossoway!Reader universe as memes

The Fossoway!Reader actress with Finn or Peter

[muttsandmustelidae]

From the Nashville Zoo’s fb page! Here’s the petition, please please please take a moment to add your name (even if you’re not from Nashville!). If you are from Tennessee, contact your representatives and make it clear that the people do not want this data center. This is an AZA accredited zoo which is home to several species of critically endangered animals, we NEED to protect it. Make your voice heard!

[muttsandmustelidae]

Because people will pay attention to cute animals, here are some of the critically endangered/endangered species housed at the Nashville Zoo!

The Amur Leopard and Clouded Leopard (which recently celebrated its 50th cub born at the zoo!)

The Sumatran Tiger

The Red Ruffed Lemur and Ring-Tailed Lemur

The Cotton-Top Tamarin and White-Cheeked Gibbon

The Colobus Monkey and De Brazza’s Monkey

And the Mexican Spider Monkey!

Look at them!!!! Look at them and fight like hell to save them!!!!

[achinglovers]

First Date Receipt

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Summary: Jason keeps the receipt from your first date and you find out on a quiet, soft evening.

Disclosure: jason is a cutie, fluffy, jason is described to be taller than reader, could be read as gn!reader, no mentions of skin color and/or description of size/figure, they call each other baby, reader calls him jaylove, jason is a little self conscious of his actions

a/n: i haven’t written in so long but this flowed so easily, although i’m not that happy with my writing. let me know if you have some suggestion on what i could change. english is not my first language and this is not proofread. please don’t be afraid to like, reblog and/or comment!! 🫶

“I love this scene.” you murmur quietly, watching as a movie plays on the tv while you’re laying on the couch in your and Jason’s shared apartment.

Jason is sat next to you, one arm carefully laid across your shoulders as he twirls a piece of your hair between his fingers.

He hums softly in agreement to your previous statement, continuing to get lost in the scene that is playing.

Both of you are ripped out of your cozy atmosphere by the ringing of your doorbell.

“I’ll get it.” you exclaim energetically, wiggling out from under his arm as you get up. Him and you both know that it must be the food you ordered almost an hour ago. Burgers. Jason’s choice, of course.

As you make your way to the door, you can feel Jason’s gaze following your steps. You know that he’s always as careful as he can be, especially when it comes to you. You never know what kind of people may be showing up at your doorstep, even if it’s just to deliver food.

“Jaylove? Do you have cash for a tip?” you question, turning to face where he’s now sitting facing the door, his shoulders squared broad and his legs spread. You know he would look menacing to whoever would stand at the door and see him behind you, glaring.

“My wallet‘s in my jacket pocket.” he answers, his voice soft in comparison to the way he holds his body.

You huff quietly, rolling your eyes at his antics while your turn to where his jacket is hung up next to the door, reaching into his pocket. Even if you think he’s being dramatic, you love him for it. That’s why you can’t help the smile creeping across your face as you turn back around, now with his wallet clutched in your hand.

Before you can make a teasing remark, the whole interaction is cut off with a knock at the door, and you quickly open it to find your delivery driver holding out the bag of food to you.

You exchange a quick greeting as you take the bag and press a five dollar bill in his hand, and he thank you quietly before he’s already on his way again.

With the bag of food in one hand, and Jason’s wallet in the other, you gently nudge the door closed with your hip, turning to make your way into the kitchen, when a small piece of paper catches your eyes.

Maneuvering his wallet into the same hand holding the bag, you quickly bend down and pick it up.

Now that you can see it up close, you recognize that it’s a receipt. Specificity, the receipt of the first time the two of you went out together.

You still remember how nervous you were, finally crossing the line from friends to something more.

You still remember how nervous Jason was, trying not to let it show but failing miserably as he stumbled over his words and almost knocked over his drink.

You still remember insisting that you could split the bill, but he insisted on paying for you the both of you.

And you still remember how the two of you doodled together on the back of the receipt while waiting for the waiter to come back.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Jason is now getting plates out of the both of you. When he notices you not moving, he looks up, softly calling out to you. “Baby? You coming?”

You’re snapped out of your memories by his voice, and you look up to find him watching you already. Then his eyes drift down to what you’re holding.

He raises a brow. “What‘d you got there?”

Eyes crinkling, a cheesy smile lights up your face as your mouth forms a subtle pout.

Moving towards him, you set the bag and his wallet down on the counter across from him.

“You kept the receipt from our first date?” you question softly, even though you know the answer already. In a split second, you see his face going from confusion, to embarrassment, finally ending up in a sheepish expression.

“That’s so fucking cute, Jason.” you tell him straight up, already knowing he’s searching for the right way to explain himself. But you don’t need him to.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise. “It is? I thought you’d think it would be… weird.” He confesses.

“What?” you exclaim. “No way! Why would that be weird?”

He just shrugs, shyly avoiding your gaze. You round the counter, now taking his face inbetween the palms of your hands, tilting his head so he’s forced to meet your eyes.

Your smile brightens when you notice the flush on his cheeks. God, he looks so cute you just want to squeeze him.

“That’s really sweet of you, baby. I mean it.“ you express.

Jason mirrors your smile, if somewhat smaller. “I‘m glad.” he admits. “I’ve kept it in my wallet since that night. Right next to the picture of you.”

He swallows before he continues. “Sometimes I take it out and just look at it, and I’m reminded of our first date. That was arguably the best day of my life back then, and it always reminds me what I’m coming home to.” he shrugs sheepishly, like he didn’t just made your eyes well up only with words.

You could melt right there and then at his confession. Instead, you move your hands away from his face and place them around his waist, pressing yourself against him in a hug. You squeeze your eyes shut as you nuzzle your face into his chest.

Jason is a little taken aback, but when he realized what you’re doing, he sees no other option but to wrap his arms around you, too.

The two of you stay like this for a while, before Jason hears a small sniff coming from you. He pulls his head back, trying to catch a glimpse of your face. “Are you crying?”

The only response he gets is silence, that’s then interrupted by another small sniff and a quiet “No.” from you.

He chuckles, shaking his head as he presses a long kiss on top of your head. “Come on, let’s eat.”

You pull back, quickly wiping under your eyes. Then you place on hand in the side of his face as you lean up, placing a quick peck on the opposite cheek. “I love you, Jason.” you smile, before turning to finally unbox the food from the bag.

Jason feels the blood rushing to his cheeks again as he mumbles a quiet. “Love you too.”

[chibi-tokki]

mr big scary let me ask my wife firelord who always has to run things by you not because you’re controlling or demanding but because he wants you to know what he’s doing, wants you to be included and wants you to approve of his decisions because when you’re happy, he’s happy.

“ fire lord zuko, the earth emissary would like to have a dinner. when is suitable for you?”

“let me ask my wife and i’ll get back to you.”

“lord zuko, the festival of fire is coming up, will you be in attendance?”

“not sure. let me ask my wife.”

“sir. the avatar has requested your help. will you be going to lend aid?”

“if my wife grants me permission, yes.”

“my wife said we need more opportunities for women in government. lets look into that.”

“i cannot attend that meeting. i have lunch plans with my wife.”

even when doing the most mundane and tedious things like new gowns or new stationery for royal decrees, you’re there to give your opinion.

“does my wife like it?”

“what does the firelady think?”

“ask my wife, she has the final say. whatever she wants, goes.”

big scary i worship the ground my wife walks on fire lord

[melzula]

may i req zuko who has a son (a baby, really) who never wants to part with him so zuko brings him to council meetings where the baby also gives his smart inputs (just babbles) ?

a/n: this request was so sweet anon! i hope you enjoy the blurb i whipped up

summary: left alone with your baby, Zuko takes his son to his first council meeting

“Is my handsome prince ready for his first council meeting?” Zuko coos fondly as he lifts the child from his crib and into his arms.

“His robes are too big,” you note with a frown. The red and gold silk swallows his little body whole, but the child doesn’t seem to mind as he flashes a gummy smile when your lips meet his cheek for a kiss.

“He’ll grow into them,” your husband assures you with a careful smile. “Just as I did.”

“Are you sure you don’t need me to stay?” You fret, beginning to fuss over the robes once more in an attempt to free your baby’s limbs from the heavy fabric. “I can watch Ezi so your council meeting remains undisturbed.”

“You deserve to have a day off, too. Ezi and I will be fine while you’re in the village. Besides, who would object to having the Prince at a council meeting? It’s his duty. Isn’t that right, my little dragon?”

Ezi laughs as Zuko playfully pokes his stomach, and the sight is enough to ease your worries for you to leave the palace guilt free as you bid goodbye to your husband and son. The Fire Lord holds the child in one arm while the other grabs hold of the baby’s favorite turtle duck toy, and with everything in order the two are off to the meeting.

The councilmen are surprised to see the Fire Lord take his seat with the infant on his lap, but none dare try to argue against his decision. Zuko has created a reputation for himself as a doting father unwilling to part from Ezi unless absolutely necessary, and the last advisor to suggest otherwise had quickly been relieved of his duties. The baby happily babbles away as he’s given his turtle duck, and Zuko takes the distraction as his opportunity to begin the meeting.

“What is on the agenda today, chamberlain?”

“My Lord, there’s been an influx of new soldiers that our staff is inadequately prepared for. There’s more soldiers than there are commanders, and it will be impossible to train them all properly!”

Zuko offers a thoughtful nod, opening his mouth to respond only to falter at the feeling of Ezi’s fingers pulling at his hair. He looks upon his child with a smile and gently removes his hands as he asks, “Do you have an idea, son?”

The baby can only babble in response as he continues his attempts to grasp at Zuko’s hair. The Fire Lord chuckles before looking back to his dismayed chamberlain. “Ezi and I believe it would be in our best interest to train the soldiers in cohorts rather than all at once. Stagger the admission rates and allow no new applicants until everything is in order.”

“Then it shall be done,” his chamberlain relents. “However, if I may Fire Lord Zuko, perhaps it would be in your best interest to leave the duty of childcare to Fire Lady y/n. She is the Prince’s mother, after all.”

“And I am his father,” Zuko reiterates firmly, his eyes sharpening with his protective wrath. “Ezi will not be let out of my sight while my wife is away, and I will hear no more of this. Is that understood?”

“Yes, my Lord,” he quickly relents with a repentant bow of his head.

“Good,” he reaffirms with a single nod. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll have to end our meeting early today. It’s time for Ezi’s nap.”

Zuko doesn’t bother to stay despite his chamberlain’s protests, instead choosing to exit the throne room and make his way back to your bedroom. He enjoys the quiet moments when it’s just the two of them together roaming the palace halls, Ezi happily cooing as he holds him securely against his chest. He adores his father, and Zuko’s chest swells with pride every time he makes his child smile; his son will never look upon him with fear or shame, and he’ll never know what it feels like to be unloved.

You return from your venture just as Ezi finally falls asleep, and you join your husband beside the crib as you admire your sleeping child together.

“Did he have a good day?” Your hushed voice asks as Zuko pulls you into his side.

“He made excellent suggestions at today’s council meeting,” he replies with a faint chuckle. “Our son is going to be a fine leader one day.

“With you as his father? He’ll be more than perfect,” you sigh sweetly.

Ezi loves his father, and Zuko will do everything in his power to ensure his son is happy and content for the rest of his days.

~~~

zuko tags: @livelaughlovekuni @rosieposiediditagain @radicaldualism @peterparkersgirlf @heartfully10 @moonflowergirlsworld @bibimysoul

[chichireadss]

~firelord zuko breeding you

The night was cold. The air blowing through the windows, freezing up the bedroom. You and zuko are wide awake, you talk to him about his meetings, how he did such a good job at it.

Zuko just nods, staring at you. His face flushed, he wonders. How would you look like full of his kids?

“Zuko.. you’re staring.” zuko’s thoughts immediately stop, his eyes widen as avoided your gaze.

“I was..? I didn’t notice.” he said in a low voice.

“Zuko.. dear, what's on your mind?” you ask him, your tone with concern and voice soft.

“I want you full of me.” his voice deep, filled with arousal. “Not just my cock inside you..”

Zuko leaned down until his lips brushed yours,

“I want you full of my cum. Deep in your womb.” A thumb pressed against your lower belly through the fabric. “You won't walk straight without remembering who filled you up.”

“Oh really?” you smirk at him, teasingly.

Zuko can't control himself any longer.

pushed forward–fast into your wetness waiting for him all night. Zuko slides his cock into you, raw and deep. As if he’s trying to carve himself permanently into your wet cunt.

Each thrust punched moans throat to throat until the room echoed loud enough for someone to hear from outside.. Neither of you cared. Especially the firelord who’s balls deep between your trembling thighs.

“F-fuck.. S’tight.. Shit.. pretty cunt squeezing the fuck out of me hah!” zuko moaned as he thrusts deep inside you.

You tighten even more around him. Your pussy wet with arousal, your eyes rolling at the back of your head.

“Z-zuko! Ha-ah fuck!” you moan. You drool at the pleasure of him fucking you.

“Say it f’me my wife..” zuko growled, “say i can fill your womb however much i want.”

“m-more.. P-please!” you cried out. “Fill my womb and get me pregnant…” you cry out.

That’s all that he needed to hear.

Zuko immediately puts you on all fours, so in that way..

He could go deeper. Now he could make sure every inch of his cock reached the deepest parts inside you.

“Look at me baby..” he commanded–his rough palm sliding up your spine until his fingers tangled in your hair and yanked just enough for his gold eyes to lock onto yours over her shoulder. “Want you watching when i fill you so full it leaks out.. Yeah?” he moans.

He thrust upward. Hard. his hips slamming forward his cock stretching your poor pussy out. Cock sinking impossibly deeper than before–the stretch makes your tear up instantly.

“Z-zuko!” you yell out. “It’s ntoo much– I can't– g’nna cum!”

“Cum for me baby.. You belong to me, only me. I'll mark this sweet cunt with my seed.” Zuko growed into your sweet slick skin.

You sob, as you cum all around his cock.

Zuko thrust harder into you, riding his high. Pounding your pussy as his cock reaches your cervix. His hips stuttered violently as thick ropes of cum shot straight inside you. Right where it belongs.

“You did so good for me.. My firelady..” zuko murmurs. As he lays beside you. You snuggle up to him.

[my-cup-of-coffeee]

oh god i’m back in the building

[wadigrove]

okay but the thought of a jealous zuko kissing you in front of someone else and making eye contact with them while he does it is sooo

eueueuueue jazz!!! you keep feeding me with more thoughts 😩😩

you’re both standing in the palace hallway, just talking, when he suddenly leans in without warning. you gasp softly against his mouth as he kisses you—deep, possessive, way longer than any public kiss he’s ever given you before. your hands instinctively come up to his jaw and you kiss him back, but when you finally pull away you’re breathless and a little dazed.

“zuko…” you murmur, blinking up at him. “what are you doing?” you ask, voice soft and confused.

he doesn’t even look at you.

his golden eyes are locked on whoever’s standing behind you, jaw tight, that familiar jealous fire flickering in his gaze. he mutters a low, distracted “huh—nothing, i’m—i’m not doing anything…” like he’s barely registering your question.

you furrow your brows and start to turn your head to see who he’s staring at, but before you can, his hand catches your chin, gently but firmly tilting your face back to him. his thumb brushes your cheek as he leans in again, this time kissing you slower, deeper, like he’s pouring every ounce of possessiveness into it.

you melt instantly. your fingers curl into the front of his robes, eyes fluttering shut as the rest of the world disappears. whoever was watching doesn’t matter anymore.

he’s got you right where he wants you.

[writingmeraki]

heartburn | zuko.

❝ in which, you underestimated just how deeply you still felt for the hot-headed fire lord.

( or where you're both idiots and you've finally gotten a potential chance. )

pairing : adult!zuko x reader genre : a little angsty, yearning "friends" to ?? warnings : your honour they are both idiots, talks about marriage, maybe very ooc because it's been years since i watched atla and this was purely fueled by seeing adult zuko and my #thirst for him...this arose after me being in the trenches on not opening a draft since YEARS.....i am not even sure abt this one pls read with a grain of salt </3 also inbox is open for ideas and thirsting :D

w.c : 4k

You contemplated whether or not you’d made the right choice showing up at Republic City. 

It totally wasn’t because you were obligated to show up, having been personally sent an invitation by the Avatar himself. 

The Avatar who was one of your closest friends, along with the rest of them. And honestly, a huge part of you wanted to see them in person once Aang had mentioned how everyone else was also going to come. It had been years alright, since you saw any of them, since you’d last seen him. 

Your friendship went back to your pre-teen years, when you’d met them at the tender age of twelve back when they were passing by your village. It was not like you were some extraordinary kid, in fact, you were a non bender. But somehow, friendship struck with Katara when she stumbled into you at the market looking lost and soon enough, the rest of them even warmed up to you. 

Needless to say, you knew you were always the type to want to travel and never settle in one place, that part of your life still being evident when even after you finished the whole journey of bringing peace into the world, you still had the desire to continue going beyond and learning more from everywhere. 

And maybe perhaps, this was one of the reasons, you never really acted on your feelings. 

“You made it!” It wasn’t even a few minutes since you’d step into the city, which flourished with all kinds of things happening all at once, perhaps it was because of the occasion of the ‘reunion’ but nonetheless, you had a hunch this was just how it was even on the tamest of days, when you heard her.

You didn’t even try to stifle the wide grin on your face as you spun around to face Katara. Before you could even say anything, she embraced you in one of her hugs. Still the same, you thought as she hugged you tighter which made you giggle as you both stumbled a little. 

“ ‘course I did, you did threaten me afterall. But always a delight to see you Tara.” You pulled away gently, standing a tad bit taller than her, even though there was a time she was taller than you. She looked as beautiful as ever, the years really making her even more beautiful than you remembered as you scanned her face. She had that glow on her face which made you grin even more when you realised who might have caused that. 

“Where’s your little boyfriend hm? Didn’t even care to come and welcome me?” 

The blush on her cheeks made you chuckle even more, these two had been together for years and yet you could still tease her about it and she would still be blushing, it was cute. 

“Of course you expect that of me.” You heard him before you saw him, as you turned around to face Aang who had a playful scoff on his face. No longer stood the scrawny short boy who was just a few inches below your shoulder. Aang looked as if puberty decided to reward him in the best ways possible as he now stood taller than you, and somehow looked broader as well? Maybe it wasn't just that, perhaps a certain someone *cough* Katara *cough* also was a reason he'd aged gracefully. 

“I wonder how you are taller than me now, shorthead.” The nickname still stuck as he also embraced you in a hug and despite knowing he had definitely matured, the mischievous sparkle in his eyes showed that there was still that Aang you'd known within.

“You know, the nickname doesn't really work anymore? Considering I am now WAY taller.” To add to his statement, he pointed out the difference by waving his hand above your head to which you rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead, “Yeah not happening, you're still the same to me.”

Katara chuckled at your antics and shook her head. She was just glad she could finally meet one of her best friends who she had been wanting to meet for so long. Even when she remembered, trying to make you stay behind with her and Aang, deep inside she knew you were someone who wanted to go way beyond. She had that sense since the minute she met you. And more so, when you agreed to come with them during that time so readily.

“How's gran doing?” She recalled your grandmother, the one who actually was the reason behind the way you were. It was in fact, her stories of the world and the very many tales of people and places that made you want to go and see these fantasies in real life.  

“Oh you know, same old, same old. I told her to come with me here but she insisted that you all come and visit her.” Katara nodded at your words and chuckled again, knowing how the conversation probably played out. 

“Is that who I think it is?!” The scream already said enough as to who it was and before you could even look at him, he jumped right onto you. “I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU'RE ACTUALLY HERE.” 

And classic Sokka, who completely forgets that he's not the same as he was when you could handle his hugs without toppling over. So, as he did come to hug you, you both toppled over to the ground. Groaning you tried your best to wrap your arms around him, but again it seemed puberty also somehow managed to make him even more buffer. 

“Oh Go- can’t- breat-” You could hear Aang and Tara laughing as you glared at the two when you could feel your neck getting wet from Sokka…crying?

“Are you crying??”

“n-No!” 

“I'm still alive and here and I feel that might just change in a few moments.” Your last few words came out in groans as you tried to not feel crushed. 

Sokka was probably the one who you got along with the most, one of the main reasons being of course, that you two were both non-benders. So a lot of your own thoughts and feelings are aligned in those matters. But despite that, you'd still have your own differences, even then so you managed to get along the most with him.

“You're literally crushing her, stupid.” And there were only two people who you knew that would sound both rude and concerned at the same time. 

“Sorry!” You looked at him as you both got up, dusting off whatever had stuck to you in the process and somehow, you think that he was the one who remained the most unchanged. 

“It's fine, I missed you too idiot.” You laughed as you pulled out a handkerchief that was tucked in your pocket, which he gladly took and you shook your head. The other two came over and helped him compose himself as though he truly couldn't find better words. It had been way too long since he talked to you, and somehow he couldn't find the words. 

“Nice to see you too Toph.” You grinned even more as you stopped closer to her, and even knowing how much physical touch was a bit of a hit or miss with her, you went near her, to which as she could sense you closer, she showed one of her rare smiles and opened her arms. 

Damn I did really miss out on their glowups huh?! And where did mine disappear too?! 

Despite Toph also being shorter and way lankier as a kid, she has gotten quite buff and now stood at a similar height to you. 

Even though you didn't feel that different physically, the rest of your friends thought quite the opposite. Afterall, doing something you truly desire and doing it for a long time does change you mentally but physically as well. You glowed and carried that sort of confidence that only comes when you're truly someone who's grounded within yourself. It came off from your whole body language and even as Toph hugged you, she sensed a whole different yet same being from the skeptical but brave little girl she'd known. 

You pulled away and finally looked at all four of them, their happiness radiating as they finally got to see everyone back together. Well not everyone. At least not to you yet. 

Having met the four of them, there remained only one. And somehow, you had very mixed feelings for this one. Not because you didn't like him or so but it bordered on quite the opposite actually. 

 Even after all the years of being away, it seemed you were back in your pre-teens, harboring the crush that bloomed over time for Zuko as even the mere thought of him, even at that very moment, seemed to quicken your heartbeat more than ever. 

This time, you saw him before he even said a word, your eyes scanning over the others and landing on him before he saw you. 

The rest of them were talking, to you, to each other but your attention was forcing you to find him and then you finally did. 

And Oh Dear God. 

Back when you were that daydreamer, you thought your crush was solely on the fact that Zuko was probably one of the most attractive guys you'd ever interacted with. Sure, he had his own fair share of…issues, yet somehow as you grew up with him in that time, you could see him change. And that change itself made him more and more attractive to you. 

You didn't think it was possible for him to get even more fucking attractive but there he stood. 

He looked way taller, broader, more well kept with his hair even longer. His scar added just more awe to his whole being as you scanned him head to toe. He always had that authoritative aura and it seemed being Fire Lord was really working out for him, after all he was born for this. It didn't really go unnoticed as Aang and Katara gave you a side-eye to which Toph only raised her eyebrows in amusement as she picked up your racing heartbeat. 

“And did you finally spot your true love?” Your attention turned to Toph as she held that knowing smirk on her face to which you glared and side-elbowed her. 

It wasn't exactly hidden, your feelings for Zuko, at least not from everyone but him. Somehow you had been able to disguise them whenever he was around but the others did figure it out eventually. Even Sokka for that matter.

Speaking of, he came up next to you and immediately pulled you in another side hug, “I still cannot believe you finally came. We all thought you were probably somewhere very far away considering you didn't reply to any of our letters in the past few months.”

You let him be clingy, because well, really you missed it a lot. Nodding you replied, “I do have all your letters, and I figured it would be better to surprise you instead.” 

Over time, you'd send them letters with the places of where you'd be staying so they could also send theirs and you kept every single one of them.  

As you turned to face Sokka as he rambled on about how much you'd missed out on, while Aang and Katara filled in between the conversation with Toph also giving her inputs occasionally, you didn't notice another person walking over.

Zuko stood a few feet away and just waited. As he waited, he really looked at you. It had been so long since he's seen you, he didn't even realise just how much he…missed you.

You'd changed. You'd changed in ways he didn't even think you would but you were still as…beautiful as ever. You looked happier and it was very much visible with the twinkle in your eyes as you spoke and gestured. 

His own heartbeat picked up in pace as he realised the stupid infatuation he felt for you as a teen, wasn't actually ever gone. Over the years, he felt it likely faded away, despite the fact that whenever he did get a letter for you, he treasured them and kept them in a box hidden away in his chambers. Despite the fact that it was what he always looked forward to and made sure they were given to him privately. Despite the fact that he never took off the necklace you'd gotten him as a departing gift from before you all split, because it felt you were always there with him. 

Oh he never really got over it.

“Ah you creep, stop staring and come greet her.” It was Toph who sensed him first, everyone's attention going to Zuko while you looked up and slightly froze.

Embarrassed to have been caught like this, he walked a few steps and glared at Toph, scoffing, “I was coming over.” 

“Sure you were, you were totally not star-”

“Hi.” 

You didn't think one word would have such an effect on you but you blinked twice before clearing your throat.

“He-hey.”

“How have you been? It's uhm- great to see you again.” 

In that moment, you cursed at yourself internally for not being able to simply speak. You were mortified because it felt like all the feelings that you'd been harbouring were clogging up your throat and really you wanted to just go to him and ki-

“Great. Good. I've been well. And you?”

I can't believe I am seeing you again, I didn't realise I'd been wanting to see you this badly and now that you're in front of me, I cannot find the words.

“I've been great too.”  

I wish I told you everything, but I couldn't because it would mean making a choice and I can't do that to you. I thought I was over you, I thought I could be over you, but I simply can't. I missed you. 

Honestly to an outsider it was very much obvious. Your flushed faces, the awkward body language, the darting eyes. You clearly never got over each other and indeed, in idiocy, never even told each other. 

Sighing, it was Sokka who broke the 5 second awkward silence, “Alright you two love birds-” Standing beside him, you also gave him a hard hit to his side with your elbow while Zuko glared at him hard enough to almost send a fireball at him. 

“Right! So now that we've all met! Why don't I show you your chambers so you can rest a bit before dinner?” Of course, the ever considerate host that she was, Katara grabbed your hand and pulled you away, your luggage already being taken care of as she took you to your temporary chambers. 

As you walked away. Zuko stared off in your direction while Aang came closer to him, "I've never seen you so speechless. It's kinda hilarious.”

Rolling his eyes, he folded his arms and looked at him, “Shut up.”  

“You sooo still have a crush awww, wittle Zuko never got over his teenage crush awww~”  Sokka ducked as he laughed when a fireball was thrown in his direction. He knew the risk of teasing the ever so hot headed fire bender but he took it. 

It wasn't like they didn't try to set you both up. In fact, it was a major agenda once they all figured out everything was mutual. All they had to do was set the final stone. However, it was rationally decided that you were both adults (Katara and Toph mostly.) and there was only so much a third party could intervene. Clearly whatever it was, it would be up to you both to figure it out. 

“You're still not over him, are you miss ‘I left it all in the immature years of my life.’?” 

You couldn't even find yourself to feel annoyed, still in a haze at having encountered him. 

And oh boy was this gonna be tougher than you thought.  

[ time skip to dinner ]

You didn't want to admit you'd gotten a bit more dressed up than usual. It was definitely for the occasion of celebrating and not because of well. Yeah, the symbolic colours of different shades of red and orange weren't…a sign, you didn't exactly pick it out yourself. It was more of Katara. 

“I hope I'm not too late.” You stood beside your reserved seat, in between Toph and Sokka with Katara beside Aang and Zuko in front of you. You greeted everyone with a skeptical smile, trying not to let your nerves get the best of you, sitting down and pulling your gown along. 

And as usual, he looked finer than ever. His hair is styled perfectly with his gold emblem on top. You didn't think long hair would ever suit a guy this well but then again this was Zuko. 

And the colours didn't go unnoticed, Katara beaming at you as you sat down with Aang and Sokka side eyeing you in suspicion as they looked between you and Katara. It was definitely her idea alright. Zuko couldn't keep his eyes off you the moment you walked in, having to blink several times to make sure this wasn't some dream, because it indeed felt like the ones he had when the small part of him that always yearned for you, that he tried to suppress, was vividly imagining you being in front of him. 

He never truly appreciated red, until he saw it on you at that very moment. 

“Now that you're here, we should eat!” Clapping her hands, she pointed out the various foods, plenty of them being everyone's favourites. Your eyes lit up even more when you spotted your favourite foods, Zuko who hadn’t looked anywhere else also smiled a little as he pushed the dish in your general direction. 

And as usual, it was unnoticed by you but noticed by all. 

“So, what have you truly been up to?” It was said by Aang after a while, when you had a somewhat flow of eating and coordinating the food around. 

“Oh you know, going from here and there, learning, seeing mostly.”

“Seeing others, hm?” Sokka nudged you, wanting to know the actual tea that he’d been anticipating, but also wanting to slightly stir things up. 

Slurping the noodles, you turned towards him and narrowed your eyes, “No…not exactly but also like,”

Pausing, you realize maybe it wasn’t truly the best idea to spill about your…existent slash none existent love life in front of the one who unknowingly caused it to be all over the place in the first place.

Zuko tried to act normal, but if looked at a bit more closely, you could see the discomfort in the usual composure he had going on. He definitely needed more alcohol for wherever this conversation was heading towards. 

 “Like?”

“Well..you see it’s just,”

Toph insisted in between, picking up your spike in your heart pace, now suddenly even more intrigued. 

You contemplated if this was truly the right point to say what you didn’t mention to them, even in your letters and since you met them. It wasn’t exactly all of them the problem, the problem was in front of you, as he gazed at you in curiosity which you tried to ignore.

Sighing, you figured it was better to let the cat out of the bag sooner than later and from you rather than anyone else, “I wasn’t exactly dating, it was more of me seeing…suitors. So I wouldn’t really count that as you know, dating.” 

You avoided eye contact with everyone as Sokka gasped in his weird dramatic way as if you just told them life changing news. In a way it was, because this was never mentioned to any of them. You didn’t notice how Zuko suddenly got tense, his lips twitching into a slow frown. 

Clearing out your throat once more, you explained, “It is more of gran’s wish really, she insists I settle down and get married, because she somewhat wants to see me getting married before eventually her age catches up to her. And i- i mean i guess I sort of agree? I- i am not gonna get any younger anyway.” 

Marriage wasn’t something you considered a goal, it was more of something you would do in life once you felt like it. And over the years, you decided you wouldn’t settle for just about anyone. Hence, you also didn’t see any harm in seeing the type of suitors that existed, most of them being thrust upon by your grandma.

But also, it felt even more like a joke seeing that you looked in them for traits that were his. Too arrogant, too scaredish, too shy, too boring. None of them till date fit any of the so-called standards you mentally had. None of them were Zuko. 

If you couldn’t have him in this lifetime, maybe you could have the closest version to him. Yet, no one was even close. This was a feeble attempt to actually get past it but it failed severely. 

He took another shot of whatever alcohol was in front of him, the burn in his throat going in parallel with the burn that slowly crept in his chest. Meanwhile, you continued to avoid his line of sight. Katara’s eyes darted between you two, and had an…idea. Maybe it was finally time to push you both somewhere. 

“Oh, ooh, I know- you can totally see suitors from here!”

“What?” “What.” “Uh-” 

“Oh come on, this city has plenty of great guys! Heck, probably better than whoever you have seen so far, so what’s the harm?” Okay, maybe a bit of a stretch. But she knew if she wanted to kill two birds with one stone, she’d have to exaggerate perhaps a little. Or a lot.

With a questioning gaze, you momentarily forgot about your food, “Really?”

“Duh of course! In fact, I shall gladly introduce you to a few tomorrow.”

You did not really like the scheming that was going on, you could tell it was scheming just by looking at her. You narrowed your eyes further in suspicion. 

Before you could speak up, Zuko cleared his throat loudly, “I- I uh think, I’ll call it a night. It was good catching up but I think I should go now.” 

It was very abrupt as he stood up, one of his fists clenched up as if he was trying to control himself. His emotions. 

It wasn’t just the alcohol getting to his head, it was also how his stupid thoughts drifted off to imagining you with some other guy, getting married and all that stupidness. He needed to breathe. 

And with that, he left the table and wandered off, preferably somewhere he didn’t have to hear about your potential husband, or whatever.  

How could you even prefer him? He was…difficult. He had several issues and it took him years just to accept that it just made him into who he was. And it wasn’t like you could ever look at him in that way. He was one of your close friends. He had a chance to spill it all, way long ago but alas his own cowardness got in the way, and he came to a realization that he did not want to ruin your friendship for a fickle crush. 

You continued to look in the direction Zuko went. It was so spontaneous and even more weird that you felt…guilty about it. 

“Go!”  You didn’t even grasp that you’d been frozen until Toph shook you. “You should go after him.”

You turned to face them, Katara looking at you with encouragement as Aang and Sokka also got a realisation that this was somewhat a set-up. Well by Katara atleast. 

Taking a deep breath, you stood up. Wondering if you were making the right choice. 

How easily some moments could change the simple trajectory of your existence. 

a/n : THERE WILL BE A PT 2 I PROMISE THERE IS A CLEAR VISION TO IT. IT IS THERE AND IT WILL BE POSTED. i cannot lie, i have gone through all stages of grief as i wrote and contemplated publishing this so if this is ass pls do not tell me <3 (im kidding hahahhaahah) pls lmk if this made any sense tbh because once again, this is purely fueled by me thinking about zuko on a daily basis once i saw the leaks of the movie and ohmygosh they all look so fine i cannotttt. i have an idea for a modern au but i have never really even written for this fandom so....urm lmk what you think now i shall go back to studying for my finals which is legit in 3 days mind you :D kay bye love you <3

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[sanguineterrain]

Hello sanne! I have a request, if it inspires you: what about reader who's been hurt and has amnesia when they wake up. And Jason is there and reader gets all flustered because pretty boy alert!! Pretty boy is speaking gently to them!! And in actuality Jason and reader are together. I hope that made sense 😭 love your writing so so much!!

this is such a sweet request!

jason todd x gn!reader. tw medical setting, reader is on pain meds and has been in an accident, major major fluff, established relationship.

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The first thing you notice is that your mouth tastes... not good.

You try to swallow and clear out the taste. All that happens is a useless smack of your tongue. Your throat is too dry for any swallowing to happen.

"...been out for about twelve hours. Yeah, I've been here the whole time."

You're pretty sure that you know that voice. You're drawing a blank on that voice's name, but you swear you know the voice.

"They're awake. Yeah, bye."

It's deep and warm and soft and yes. You definitely know the voice.

Okay. Time to try opening your eyes.

You do so with substantial effort. Your vision is bleary. All you can make out are blobs of gray. You've got a lot of eye boogies in your eyes. You can feel them.

But you're not really sure about where your hands are at this moment in time, so the eye boogies will have to camp out for a little longer.

"Hey." The bed shifts. That warm voice gets closer. "Hey, hey. Y'thirsty?"

A straw taps your lips. You clumsily take it and drink until it gurgles and there's no more water.

"Yeah, I'll bet you're thirsty. Want more?"

A cool, rough hand pets your forehead. Oh, that's nice. That's very nice. The bedside manner in this hospital is impeccable. A little forward, but you don't mind. The voice and his hand are both very polite.

Time to try to actually see some shit. You hone in on your vision, putting every iota of brainpower into processing what your eyes are telling your brain.

A figure. A man. Huzzah!

Oh. Oh, wow. A very beautiful man. A big, hulking, beautiful man.

He's young, boyishly handsome. His eyes are bright. A scar is etched from the top of his right temple to his lip. There's a white streak in his dark hair. Is that a trend now? You can't remember.

"Where 'm I?" you ask.

"You're in the Batcave. How much do you remember, honey?" the gorgeous, beautiful, dreamboat nurse asks.

Well, you remember being in a car, and then being ejected from that car, and then hot, blinding pain, and then... waking up.

"Car accident?" you manage.

Pretty Nurse nods. Is he a nurse? He looks more like a biker, with his leather jacket and empty holsters. He looks like he could pin you down with one arm and—

Whoa. Chill.

"Yeah, kinda. There was an explosion. You hit your head pretty hard." He strokes the back of your head, frowning. "How do you feel?"

You feel like your head feels like an anvil has been tied to it. But it's okay, because look at this biker-nurse! Wowza!

He takes your hand (you have hands! Huzzah!) and strokes your knuckles with his thumb, which is fine, actually, because he has really nice eyes. You want to tell him.

"You h've nice eyes," you say.

Pretty Nurse blinks, looking startled. His cheeks go a little pink. "Oh. Um, thanks, baby. Y'sweet."

Baby? Do you really have that much rizz as a medical patient? You can't imagine how irresistible you must be when you haven't been in an explosion.

But then everything shatters when you look down and see a silver band on his hand. What the shit! He's married? Or engaged, at least. Son of a biscuit.

And he's flirting with you? What a pig!

You snatch your hand back, suddenly sour. Pretty Nurse raises his eyebrows.

"What's a'matter?"

"You have a ring," you say, voice dripping in contempt.

"I—" He looks down. "Uh, well, yeah. I do."

Devastating. "If you're taken, you shouldn't be flirting with me, jerk."

He squints. "Wh—oh. Oh. Huh."

Pretty Biker Nurse looks like you've just said something funny. You don't see what's so funny about infidelity. May God strike him down!

He smiles coyly. "D'you know who I am, sweetheart?"

"Yes," you say, glowering. "Y'just a no-good philanderer who should be ashamed of hi'self. Don't care how handsome you are; I won't enter your web of lies!"

He laughs, bright and sweet. Damn him! You need a different nurse. This one is the epitome of temptation.

"Oh, baby. Oh, you're too cute. Can I take your hand?"

"Not if you're gonna flirt more," you say, lifting your chin. "Dirtbag."

"Your moral code is incredible, honey. Good to know I'll never have anything to worry about, though I never doubted you. Can I show you something, though?"

He lifts your hand and on your finger is a gold band. More delicately shaped than his ring, but similar.

"Oh my God," you say, panic growing. "I'm cheating on my husband."

He laughs louder this time. "Your fiancé, actually. Wedding isn't till August. And no, honeylove. You're not cheatin', 'cause I'm right here."

He leans in and kisses your forehead. Your hackles raise for a moment until... wait...

"You're my fiancé?" you ask, eyes huge.

He smiles shyly. "In the flesh. Y'remember my name?"

You feel like it's a J name. "J..."

"Jason," he says gently. "Yeah, wow. They got you on some pretty strong meds, huh? Leslie said you should start to remember more stuff in a day."

Jason. Pretty Biker Nurse Jason. Holy moly. He's engaged to you? About to marry you?

"You are so pretty," you blurt.

That makes Jason more shy. He smiles like he's done something he's not supposed to do. "Not as pretty as you, honey pie."

"No, you're... I mean, wow. Sorry I called you a jerk. How did I get with you? That's crazy. You're fine as hell."

Jason snorts, wide shoulders shaking. His cheeks are red. "Jesus, you're shameless."

Well, yeah. You're still not sure this isn't a dream. You have to let your fiancé know exactly what you think about him.

You prepare to tell him something smooth and romantic. Something about how kissable he looks.

"Y'look like a sexy biker."

Hm. Not exactly what you had in mind. Your brain feels like a blue raspberry slushie.

Jason grins. "Oh, yeah? That why you been starin' at me? Didn't know you had a thing for bikers. You're terrified of going on my motorcycle."

How does he know that? It's true; you like bikers from afar but you're not about to get on a death machine, thanks.

"You can rev my engine," you say, head slumping against the pillow.

"Oh my God," Jason says, clearly delighted. "Don't think I've ever seen this reaction to pain meds."

"Can't believe we're engaged," you say again. "How'd we even meet?"

"Well, I'm a vigilante of sorts, and the first time we met was after I saved you from a mugging. And then we kinda just... kept running into each other. You bought me coffee without realizing who I was. And we, uh, fell in love. As people do."

"You proposed to me in Spain," you say suddenly, the memory rushing back. "You... you wanted to prove you wouldn't put work above us."

Jason nods, lacing your and his fingers together. "Yeah, that's right. Three weeks in Spain." He pulls out his phone and shows you the lockscreen. It's of you two. Jason has sunglasses on. You're smiling. You can't remember ever smiling like that before.

Tears suddenly spring to your eyes, emotion smacking into you like an eighteen-wheeler. Jason leans in, concerned.

"Baby? Hey, what's wrong? Something hurts?" he asks, inspecting your head.

Your mouth quivers. "You... you love me so much."

Jason stops, tilting his head. "I... uh, yeah. 'Course I do. You're the person I love the most in the world."

That makes you cry, tears running down your cheeks. Jason's eyes widen in alarm.

"Sweetheart? What's—hey, it's okay. Why're y'crying, huh?"

He brushes your tears away with his thumbs, cradling your face. You sniffle.

"I'm s-sorry I called you a dirtbag," you blubber. "Y'not a dirtbag. You love me so much."

"Oh-ho, oh, honey. Baby, you've been unconscious for twelve hours. You're under heavy medication. I know you didn't recognize me, it's okay. Trust me, I've been called far worse," Jason says tenderly.

Dear God, you're a beast. What kind of person doesn't recognize their own fiancé?! You cry harder.

"I should've remembered you! I'm a bad fiancé," you wail.

"Aw, sweetheart. No, no, it's okay. C'mere."

Jason scoots you over slightly and pulls you into his arms. You cry into his shoulder, slobbering all over his sexy biker jacket. He rubs circles on your back.

"You're really cute and nice and I'm glad y'marrying me," you say, muffled in his shoulder.

Jason hums, the sound vibrating through you. "I'm really happy to be marrying you, sweetheart. You rock my world."

You sniff. "Really?"

"Mmhm." Jason kisses the side of your neck. "How 'bout you sleep a little more, hm? I bet you're exhausted."

Now that he mentions it, you do feel pretty worn-out. Especially after crying. And almost getting blown up.

"Will you be here when I wake up?"

"Absolutely, honey. I swear."

Jason eases you onto your back. Your eyes are beginning to feel heavy.

"Sleep, beautiful. I'll be here when you wake up."

[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?

[littlesillyladybug]

so clingy…

zuko kept thinking to himself with the way you were pressed to his back. the swell of your round belly crowding his space, little baby kicks hitting the middle of his back here and there, your face was pressed flushed against his back in his hair.

twirling a few pieces of his hair through your fingers as you waited for him to be done with his fire lord duties.

if he knew you’d change so much getting pregnant with his baby he would’ve done it sooner.

before it all you never approached him on your own even when you clearly wanted to be around him, keeping distance in fear of getting in the way when he seemed to be working.

staying to yourself almost all the time, going off on your own whenever he was away and when he got back you wouldn’t rush to him.

now you’re on the verge of tears when he takes too long to come back, following him everywhere, even in places you shouldn’t. always touching him in some way.

somehow forgetting what personal space is, though he isn’t complaining too much. he finds it sweet, it’s partly why he does things in your shared chambers now. things as in signing scrolls, or writing important letters and little things.

he still has to watch you poke your lip out when he has to deal with the council, pressing soft kisses to your cheek and promising he’ll be back soon.

“zukooo.” your face sat in a pout. he hums in response, fingers still moving to write on the scroll sitting on the table in front of him.

you let go of his hair, hands coming around and slipping into his robe, the fabric smooth against the back of your hands. “pay attention to me. us.”

“just a moment, i’m finishing up.”

letting out a small huff of frustration, “you always say that!” your hands move around on his chest, using his pecs as stress balls, lightly squeezing here and there. cheek squished on his shoulder in a mean pout.

he smiles to himself, actually finishing up his work so he could pay you the attention you need. he turns his head slightly, hand coming up to cup your jaw, he presses a soft lingering kiss to your lips. “okay, I’m finished.”

he pulls back, eyes narrowing softly, watching the way yours light up.

“good. come rub my belly.” you demanded, crawling around to climb into his lap. your head leaning back against his chest, his eyes widen a bit at the sudden adjustment. slow smile curving at the corner of his lips, he felt like he was watching a cat waiting to be pet. “as you wish my lady.”

he hums leaning forward, chin resting on your shoulder, his hands wrap around your belly. the palms of his hands warming instantly, melting into his touch a small content sigh leaves you, your hands covering his, eyes closed in bliss.

a/n: the edits, the fics. im so happy for the new atla content.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Up against the Palace Doors. || Zuko ||

Warnings: P in v sex, cream pie, 18+, explicit sexual content, piv sex, use of “cock” and “pussy”, established relationship, married couple, semi-public sex (hallway), slight possessiveness, consensual sex.

The palace halls were quiet.

Too quiet for the way you were behaving.

Soft footsteps echoed faintly against polished stone as you walked beside Zuko, his posture straight, composed a Fire Lord in every sense.

Until you touched him.

It was just a brush of your fingers against his wrist but it made Zuko faltered mid-step.

“…don’t start,” he muttered under his breath, not even looking at you.

You smiled sweetly. “Why what do you mean my Lord?”

He exhaled sharply. “You know exactly what.”

You stepped a little closer, your sleeve brushing his hand again.

Zuko’s jaw tightened.

“We’re in the middle of the palace,” he said, voice low, strained. “There are guards..servants,anyone could—”

“Then be quick,” you whispered, leaning forward. Your robes slipped, Zuko getting a glimpse of your chest.

Thats what did it.

Zuko stopped walking entirely.Then, without warning, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down a side corridor, fast, purposeful, heat already radiating off him.

“Zuko—” you laughed softly but your laughter cut off the moment your back hit the heavy wooden doors at the end of the hall.

He caged you in instantly, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your waist hard enough to make your breath hitch.

“You are” he started, voice rough, breath hot against your cheek, “—unbelievable.”

You tilted your chin up, a pleased smile on your face. “And you love me.”

His eyes darkened, a small scoff left his lips as he gave your hip a squeeze. "That’s the problem.”

His mouth crashed into yours, hungry and posessive.

His kiss swallowed every teasing word you had left, his body pressing yours into the doors as if he needed to feel every inch of you against him.

Your hands slid up his chest, over the layers of his robes, gripping tight.

“Zuko—”

“Quiet,” he breathed against your lips, already tugging at your clothes, hands moving with urgency now. “You’re going to get us caught."

You smirked. “Then make me be quiet.”

He made a low, dangerous sound and before you can even react, he hooked his arm under your thighs and lifted you effortlessly.

Your back pressed harder against the doors, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.

“Too far,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “You went too far this time.”

"I'm your wife, I'm allowed too..."

His hand slid between your bodies, pushing your skirts up roughly, fingers finding your soaked pussy instantly.

He froze.

Then groaned.

“…you’ve been like this all day?”

Your breath hitched as you adjusted your hip. “Your fault.”

His head dropped to your shoulder, teeth grazing your skin as he worked himself free, his cock already hard, already aching.

“Spirits,” he muttered, breath uneven. “You’re going to ruin me.”

You tried to let out another comment until your husband pushed inside you in one deep, sudden thrust.

Your mouth opened but his hand covered it instantly.

“Told you,” he breathed, forehead pressed to yours. “Quiet.”

Your moan was muffled against his palm as he filled you completely, his cock stretching you open, heat meeting heat.

Zuko’s control snapped.

He started moving hard, fast thrusts that drove you against the doors with every motion. The wood thudded softly behind you, a dangerous rhythm that made your pulse race.

“Look at you,” he whispered, voice rough, strained. “My wife… acting like this in my halls.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders as you heard him let out a hiss, thrusting deeper.

“You think I won’t take you right here?” he continued, lips brushing your ear. “You think I care if someone hears?”

You shook your head weakly against his hand, heart pounding in his chest.

He groaned.

“Good.”

His pace grew rougher, more desperate, every thrust deeper than the last, your body bouncing slightly with the force of it.

You whimpered against his palm, your pussy tightening around him.

Zuko’s breath broke.“Don’t...” he warned softly, though his hips didn’t slow. “If you do that again—”

You did, another moan muffled by his hand.

He swore under his breath, pressing you harder into the doors. “That’s it,” he growled. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

His hand slipped from your mouth only to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Say my name.”

“Zuko—”

He kissed you hard, swallowing the rest as his thrusts lost rhythm, control slipping entirely.

“Mine,” he murmured against your swollen lips. “You’re mine.”

Your orgasm hit first, sharp, overwhelming as your body tightened around him, while you cried out into his mouth.

Zuko followed seconds later, groaning low as he buried himself deep and came hard, cock pulsing inside you.

He held you there, chest heaving, forehead resting against yours.

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

Just breathing.

Just recovering.

“…we’re definitely getting caught next time,” he muttered.

You laughed softly. "Worth it.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “…completely worth it.”

"Besides...they can't do anything but talk, you are Fire Lord after all."

"True....."

[midnightcrw]

Breathe

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Summary: You always manage to calm him down.

a/n: I didn't watch the leaked movie, but the clips on TikTok were more than enough. It's been a while since I last watched the series, so I've forgotten a lot, but I'm obsessed again.

“Flameo Hotman, huh?”

Your voice was heard through the quiet bedroom as you now leaned against the closed door, keeping your eyes on your husband's back while he was reading through the letter again.

“Don't start with that too.” Zuko wasn't really amused, biting his lip while his fingers curled around the right corner of the paper.

No matter how many times he read through it, the feeling didn't leave him. Something was going to happen, and it wasn't going to end well.

At least Aang still found the time to joke around, as he had asked for some firecracker buns.

While your husband was completely engrossed, you had walked up to him, waiting a couple of seconds for him to realise that you were standing behind him.

If someone had told you that Zuko was going to become that tall, you wouldn't have believed them, but after all, you two had met when you were still teenagers.

The tall male still not noticing his lover, he sighed heavily, which made you slowly put your arms around his waist.

For a second, Zuko stopped breathing, and then a soft, too-quiet-to-hear gasp made its way out of his parted lips.

No matter how many times you would touch him and show your affection, it would still have an effect on him, a good one.

Feeling your skin on his always made him realise that he wasn't alone. Maybe back then he had enjoyed the loneliness, not having enjoyed the company of others, as they always looked at him as if he were a monster, but it changed over time.

Zuko needed someone to calm him down. Someone who felt safe, someone who wouldn't leave him, and he found that in you. You never looked at him as if he were a monster. Sure, at first you didn't get along, but that still never made you say anything hurtful about him.

Your thumb lightly stroked over the fabric of his top, the feeling of his abs beneath your finger. “Remember to breathe,” you whispered against his back, hearing him breathe in slowly before exhaling.

Without a word, Zuko dropped the letter onto the small bedside table to now hold your right hand in his. His hand was calloused and bigger than yours, yet he held you as if you could break any second.

You gently laid a kiss on his back, slowly moving your arms away from him to sit down on the bed, and before Zuko could make a sound, you put your hand on his arm to pull him down so that he was sitting next to you.

The expression on his face had relaxed a fraction, but the frown was still visible in his eyebrows. His normally picture-perfect posture now hunched slightly forward, his elbows resting on his knees while his long hair was held up in a bun, only two strands left out.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Zuko heard your question and only responded with a slight shake of his head.

It's not like he hadn't missed them, he really did. Even though everything started out badly, he still learned to like them. Aang had not really changed, still beaming with happiness and finding ways to joke around. Katara was just as stubborn as she was when she was a teenager, but also gentle with everyone around her. Toph was chaos through and through, but in the best way possible, and Sokka would always find a way to be sarcastic but also overprotective, even without the bending abilities.

But it's been a while now. Though they did send letters to each other, meeting them would mean another adventure. The start of something that they might never be able to finish.

And honestly, Zuko was scared.

While your husband was deep in thought, you had gotten out a small hairbrush from the bedside table, quietly shuffling to sit behind him on the bed as your hands pulled his hair out of the bun.

Only then did Zuko snap out of his thoughts. His long dark hair now free from the restraint. “Can I?”

He didn't even need to know what you were asking about because he knew that you wanted to brush his hair, so he gave you a quiet “yes.”

You softly brushed his hair, trying not to accidentally hurt him as Zuko slowly closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the brush.

“Your hair has gotten so long,” you murmured, making Zuko smile slightly. He knew how much you loved his hair, but wearing it down was probably your favourite.

“Sometimes I feel like you only started liking me when my hair grew long.” Zuko jokingly said while leaning slightly back so that you could brush through his hair easier.

That made you chuckle softly, making your husband realise what you were thinking about. “Don't even dare say a word.”

And you stayed quiet, knowing how much he hated being reminded of his old hairstyle.

After a couple of minutes, you put the hairbrush on the bed and gently ran your fingers through his hair, making Zuko lean back even further just to feel your touch.

“Starving for my touch?” you cooed, a grin making its way onto your face as he chuckled. “Was it that easy to tell?”

“Very easy.” You whispered into his ear before gently turning his face to you with your hand on his cheek.

Not wasting another second, you leaned forward, pressing your lips gently against his. Just the slightest feeling of your plush lips always made him crave more as he tilted his head slightly to the side so that he was able to press his lips properly against yours.

None of it was rushed, taking your time as Zuko relaxed into the kiss even further, but before it could get heated, he slowly pulled back, his eyes searching for yours as you opened them.

“I love you,” he breathlessly whispered, now touching your forehead against his as you responded back with an “I love you too.”

And then, Zuko realised that everything would be fine. He had you, and you weren't going to leave.

[chichireadss]

zuko x reader as soon as they get married they find out they r gonna be parents 😛😛😛😛 and they are shocked but they be going at it everyday and maybe shes pregnant at the same time as katara 🫰🫰🪷🪷

A/N:

this got me wet lowk🙏 I hope I captured your vision anon!

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The crimson banners of the Fire Nation fluttered against the soot-stained sky of the capital, yet inside the royal bedroom, the air hung heavy with the scent of sandalwood and sweat. Zuko, the Firelord, stood by the window, his golden eyes tracking the descent of the sun behind the volcanic peaks. The crown of the Firelord felt heavier today, or perhaps it was the weight of the new ring on his finger. Beside him, was you.. adjusting the silk robes that clung to your damp skin. The wedding festivities had ended only weeks ago, but the silence between them now felt different, charged with a realization that transcended politics and peace treaties.

“I didn’t think it would happen this fast,” Zuko said, his voice a low rasp that vibrated in the quiet room.

You stepped toward him, the obsidian floor cool against her bare feet. “The physician seemed certain. I’m 6 weeks pregnant.” you said.

“6 weeks..,” Zuko repeated, turning to face you. The scar across his eye crinkled as his brow furrowed. “We’ve barely had time to be husband and wife, and now we’re to be parents. I spent my youth chasing a ghost to reclaim an honor I never lost. Now, I have to figure out how to raise a child while rebuilding a world.”

“You won't do it alone” you tell zuko gently, reaching out to trace the line of his jaw. Your fingers were warm, a stark contrast to the evening chill creeping through the balcony doors. “You have me. You have your friends.”

Zuko’s hand moved instinctively to your stomach, his palm flat against the silk. His touch was tentative, as if he expected to feel the flutter of a heartbeat through the layers of fabric. The shock had yet to fully dissipate, replaced instead by a primal, protective urge that simmered beneath his ribs. He pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours..

“Then we should make the most of the time we have left before the world demands everything from us”, Zuko murmured.

He didn't wait for a response. His mouth found yours in a kiss that tasted of desperation and heat. Zuko’s hands, calloused from years of swordplay and firebending, gripped your hips, pulling your flush against the hard lines of his body. He retreated toward the massive, silk-draped bed, never breaking the contact. The transition from the shock of the news to the hunger of the flesh was instantaneous. For Zuko, every act of intimacy since your wedding felt like an attempt to root himself in this new life, to plant seeds in a world no longer defined by war.

He pushed the robes from your shoulders, the fine silk pooling at your ankles like spilled wine. You reached for the ties of his tunic, your fingers fumbling with the intricate knots until the garment fell away, revealing the pale, lean muscle of his chest and the jagged lightning scar that marred his skin. Zuko groaned, a sound deep in his throat, as he pressed your back into the mountain of pillows.

“I can’t stop thinking about it..” Zuko whispered, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. “The fact that you’re carrying my child.. It makes me want you more.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into the cradle of your thighs. “Then show me..”, you challenged.

Zuko’s hands wandered, finding the soft swell of your breasts and the hardening peaks of your nipples. He teased them with his thumbs, watching your face contort with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. He moved lower, his tongue trailing a path of fire down your sternum to the slight curve of your belly. He lingered there, kissing the skin that would soon stretch with the growth of his heir, before his head dipped between your legs.

The scent of your arousal, sweet and musky, filled his senses. He used his fingers to part your folds, finding the slick heat of your pussy already weeping for him. With a slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue, he tasted you, a low moan escaping your lips as you arched your back. He worked with a focused intensity, his tongue flicking against your clit while his fingers pushed deep inside you, mimicking the friction of the act to come. The sound of her wetness, a soft shlicking noise, echoed in the quiet room.

Zuko stripped his remaining clothes away, his cock springing free, thick and pulsing with his heartbeat. He moved back up your body, his eyes locked onto yours. He positioned himself at your entrance, the broad head of his penis slick with your juices and his own pre-cum. He pushed inside slowly, savoring the way your tight walls stretched to accommodate his girth.

“Agni., you’re so wet for me,” Zuko grunted, his pace picking up as he found his rhythm.

Your hands sought on his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity through you. The bed groaned under their shifting weight, the rhythmic slapping of his balls against your thighs punctuating the air. Zuko was rough. He moved with a raw, breeding instinct, his thrusts deep and heavy, aiming to fill you completely. He wanted to leave his mark, to ensure that every inch of you felt the weight of his cock.

“I want to fill you up,” Zuko panted, his voice thick with lust. “Every day until the baby comes. I want you to feel me inside you.”

He flipped you over, pulling you onto your hands and knees. From behind, he admired the curve of your spine and the way your hair fell over your shoulders in a tangled mess. He entered you again, the angle deeper now, his cock hitting your cervix with a dull thud that made you gasp. The friction was intense, creating a squelching sound as his shaft slid in and out of your soaking wet hole. He reached around to cup your breasts, squeezing them as he fucks himself in you with bruising force.

“W-Wait, Zuko! H-hah.. shit!” You cried out, your head tossing back. “I’m close!”

“F-fuck.. me too..”, he replied, his movements becoming frantic.

He didn't pull back. He wanted you to take every drop. As you cummed, your internal muscles clamping down on him in a series of delicious ripples, Zuko let out a guttural roar. He thrust one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and emptied his cum deeppp inside you. The sensation of the hot liquid filling you was overwhelming, a messy, visceral reminder of their shared future. He stayed buried within you for a long moment, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room, the smell of sex and spent fire lingering in the air.

A week later, the heavy atmosphere of the palace was broken by the arrival of a familiar sky bison. Appa landed in the courtyard with a thud that shook the windows, and soon, the hallways echoed with the enthusiastic greetings of Aang and the more measured tones of Katara. Zuko and you met them in the sun-drenched garden, where the dragon-lilies were in full bloom.

“Zuko, you look like you haven't slept in a year!” Aang said, stepping forward to pull his friend into a brief, energetic hug. “Being Firelord suits you, but maybe take a vacation?”

Zuko offered a faint, tired smile. “There’s been a lot on my mind, Aang..”

Katara stepped forward next, her blue eyes scanning you with a knowing, gentle look. She looked radiant, though there was a certain softness to her features that hadn't been there during their last meeting. She took your hands in hers.

“It’s good to see you both,”. Katara said. “We actually have some news! That’s why we traveled all this way on such short notice.”

Aang beamed, his hand instinctively moving to the back of his neck in a nervous gesture.l Well, you see, the thing is... I’m going to be a father! , Katara’s pregnant!”

The silence that followed was momentary, broken by Zuko’s sharp intake of breath. He looked at you, then back at Aang.

“You too?” Zuko asked, his voice cracking slightly.

Aang blinked, his jaw dropping. “Wait.. huh? what do you mean, too?”

You stepped forward, a small laugh escaping you. “We found out a few days ago.. I was going to send a messenger bird, but I didn't know how to put it into words.”

Katara let out a squeal of delight, pulling you into an embrace. “This is incredible! Our children will grow up together.. A new generation for a new world!”

Aang turned to Zuko, his expression shifting from surprise to a goofy, wide-eyed grin. “Can you believe it, Zuko? The Avatar and the Firelord, both dealing with diapers at the same time. The White Lotus is going to have a heart attack!”

“I think the world might actually be safe for a while,”Zuko said, finally letting out a genuine laugh. “No one will have the energy to start a war when they’re up all night with a crying baby.”

The four of them moved toward the palace dining hall, the tension of the previous weeks melting away in the face of shared joy. That evening, a feast was prepared, spiced noodles, roasted meats, and sweet fruit tarts. The conversation flowed easily, jumping from memories of their travels to nervous speculations about parenthood.

“I’m worried I’ll be too strict..” Zuko admitted over a cup of tea. “My father wasn't exactly a role model for gentle parenting..”

“You aren't your father, Zuko.” Katara said firmly. “You’ve proven that a thousand times over.”You’ll be the father you needed when you were a boy.

“And I’ll be there to make sure you don't take things too seriously!” Aang added, winking. “I’ve already started looking into airball variations for toddlers!”

Later that night, after Aang and Katara had retired to the guest wing, Zuko and you returned to the bedroom. The moon hung high, casting a silver glow over the bed. The weight of the news had shifted from a burden of shock to a beacon of hope.

Zuko didn't wait long before his hands were on yours again. The presence of their friends had only heightened his desire, a reminder of the life they were building beyond the walls of the palace. He pulled youagainst the door the moment it clicked shut, his mouth devouring yours.

“I can’t get enough of you.. my beautiful wife.” he whispered against her skin. “Knowing Aang and Katara are going through this too... it makes it feel real. It makes me want to hold onto this moment forever.”

He lifted you, hooking your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed. The robes were discarded with even less than before. The urgency was back, fueled by the day's revelations. He entered you with a forceful lunge, his cock slick with the remnants of their previous encounters.

The sounds of your sex were louder tonight, the squelch of his entry, the frantic gasps for air, and the rhythmic thud of the headboard against the stone wall. Zuko moved with a desperate hunger, his body a map of scars and tension that only you could soothe. He focused on the feeling of your insides clenching around him, the heat of her breath on his neck, and the way your body seemed to bloom under his touch.

“You’re going to be a mother..”, he groaned, his pace reaching a fever pitch. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget who put that baby inside you.”

He drove himself into you again and again, his cock slipping out once from the sheer force of a thrust before he guided himself back into your soaking wet pussy with a wet, slapping sound. The friction was nearly unbearable in its intensity. As they both teetered on the edge of a climax, Zuko grabbed your wrists, pinning them above her head. He wanted to see your face when you broke.

Your eyes rolled back as the orgasm took you, your body shaking with the force of it. Zuko followed seconds later, his entire frame shuddering as he came inside you once more, his cum mixing with the sweat. He collapsed on top of you, his heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird.

In the quiet aftermath, as the embers in the hearth flickered low, Zuko held you. The Fire Nation was changing, the world was healing, and in the center of it all, a new life was taking root. He closed his eyes, finally at peace with the fire that burned within him.

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`ঔঌ. firelord!zuko shouldn’t feel this conflicted… but how could he ever resist his annoying chamberlain’s daughter that always manages to get under his skin? | 18+

he’s forgotten how long it’s been since he’s met you. years…decades, even. your father and yourself were there during his father’s reign. you were always a part of his life, in the background.

even after, you weren’t a loyalist to his father, rather you’ve always been by his side. even as children, while azula was training vigorously, you’d bring him tiny little flowers while he was outside (then you’d get dragged away by the maids to do whatever).

zuko’s always questioned why. what the hell did you ever see in him to treat him like this?

you didn’t just see him as a person, not just the banished prince of the fire nation, rather as if he was a flower. something soft and gentle, and treated him like so—even with his explosive nature at times.

even when he got his scar and left, when he came back, you looked at him like he was the most beautiful man on earth.

you were a presence in his life that he admired and adored—a personification of his moral compass, so to speak. you’d listen to him and his thoughts while he rummaged through paperwork; you’d even have his head on your lap while you brushed his hair and braided it if he felt tired.

your father may be annoying as hell (despite being helpful…kinda), but you were anything but. you were his. the person he wanted next to him.

of course, he’s still married to mai for political reasons… but when he overheard you father talking to another advisor that you were going to get married, he couldn’t bear it.

so what else could zuko do but confront you; question your love..? what else could he do but call you to his office, and fuck you on his desk?

“t-tell me you—fuck—love me…” he murmured, head burrowed between the crook of your neck while you arched your back further from the mahogany of his desk.

how despicable…how utterly dishonorable… zuko knows how bad it is, to be fucking his advisor’s daughter in his study. but he would be lying to himself if he said this didn’t feel like heaven. to wrap his arms around you while he was bottomed out inside of you, milking him dry like a vice.

your arms clung to his while your legs were wrapped around his waist, with him lazily thrusting into you. zuko felt your being quiver against his lean body, could hear your breathless gasps and moans—like music to his ears.

“zu-zuko—! i’m getting married…” you gasped, feeling the way his hips slammed into yours with more ferocity. almost as if he was angry.

“are you—mmph!—mad at me—?” “never. i’d never be mad at you…”

you were concerned, sure, but you couldn’t stop the way your hips were grinding against his. you couldn’t stop yourself from looking him in the eye, cupping his face with your soft hands, thumb caressing his scar, and kiss him.

the both of you could’ve melted right there and then.

it was intimate—very much so. it was just the two of you in this wing of the palace, and it was quiet except for the sound of your lips meeting and your dripping cunt squelching with every harsh thrust of his hips. you could feel your face burn from the thought of someone walking by alone.

then you pulled back, caressing his face still and smiled gently—like how you always would when he’d ramble and open up to you.

“i’ll always love you. always.”

then the thought crossed zuko’s mind: that once you got married, he would no longer be the only person to see you in such a beautiful state. that the son of a bitch you were betrothed to would be the one who’d hold you like this forever.

“i’m taking you to my chambers. now.”

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boi this makes no sense but wtv this was written in 30 mins but i wanna write for zuko now hes so fine papas

it’s been so long since i’ve watched atla but holy shit evil jinshi zuko got my panties all wet ngh #childhoodcrushtewbad

more zuko i’ve written ! even more zuko i’ve written

[satanisasofties]

My Firelord Can’t Possibly Be This Cute!???