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Sometimes, watching how the Fire Lord trains is a test of your willpower.

Just watching the sweat that rolls down the side of his face, the way his long hair seemed to sway in the wind, to how Aang had successfully incinerated the plain tunic that the Fire Lord had donned that day to reveal the tempting skin underneath.

(And what a sight it is.)

Maybe— Scratch that. Zuko himself is a test of willpower. Does he not know that the more covered up he is, the more your mind seems to run wild with thoughts?

But maybe even the opposite is true for you. Now that his upper half was bared to the world; your mind is just racing with inappropriateness.

This is unfair.

It’s not perversion. You simply just want to admire beauty that was offered up to your eyes, just want to run your fingers down the sculpted abdomen that begged you to lick off beads of swea—

Don’t get distracted.

“Zuko, will you be busy later?” You’re pressing a water-soaked cloth to his forehead, trying to ignore the way water was running down his chin, down the column of his adam’s apple and drizzling down his pecs from how he had gulped down the refreshment in attempts to cool his heating body.

All with his head on your lap.

“I might have some documents I’ll need to look over in the airship.” He’s sighing as one of your hands threads through locks of his hair. “But I might. Why?”

Good. It’s great that he has free time, right? It’s great, amazing even. He must be so busy adventuring out here and having his duties as Fire Lord.

You should stop rambling to distract yourself from your goal.

“Um, you see…” You’re playing with strands of his hair, rubbing them between your fingers as you avoid his gaze. Do you even look pretty to him from that angle?

“Katara told me that there was this festival nearby, and—“

“Yo, Zuko! Ya there?!” There’s a rustling of the bushes nearby as Sokka’s voice rings out.

And you almost let out a sigh of relief, the breath that you were holding releasing almost immediately. Guess Zuko should go find him, right? Right.

There’s no need for you to ask, so you should get up and leave now—

“Finish your sentence.” He stays unmoving on your lap, in fact— His weight seemed to be pressing down a little more than usual, a hand reaching up to grab at your wrist to prevent your escape.

“It’s nothing that important—“

“Zuko! Man, where are ya?!”

“It’s important if I want to hear it.”

And he tilts his head, hand still holding onto your wrist as he refuses to loosen his hold— His hand is just so unrelentingly… Warm.

“Sokka can wait.”

“Mannnn! My throat’s starting to hurt, hot man!”

“…fireworks.” You don’t know where this shyness is coming from, your voice suddenly softened into a whisper as you close your eyes.

“I— Want to watch the fireworks with you…”

And you don’t like how your voice had lost all of its confidence. Don’t like how hot it feels right now—

H-Huh? When did it get so hot exactly? There was a breeze and—

There’s steam rising from your lap; the bright red the Fire Lord was turning as he hurriedly sits up, black tresses cascading down his back as he hides that cute, shy expression from you.

He’s so unfair.

Yet— You think the white steam that rose from his ears was enough for your own heated face.

“…I’d like that too.”

“Man! There you both were! Seriously, you lovebirds are so hard to track down!” There’s more rustling as a disgruntled Southern water tribesman crawls out, plucking twigs from his hair.

“Hey— Why is Zuko setting the grass on fire?!”

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Zuko has always been known as quite the straightforward person; something unchanged from his teenage years. It wasn’t like him to beat around the bush, to lack the blunt awkwardness that you so fortunately find sexy.

Maybe that’s why you enjoy it a little too much.

“Am I pretty?” You can feel his hands kneading into your back as you lay on your front, enjoying the administrations of his very sudden, but very welcome offer of a massage when he invited you into his tent.

“You’re very pretty.”

It’s not like you expected any other answer— Not from the strait-laced, straightforward man anyway.

“How pretty?” You even let out a thoughtless moan just as you end off the sentence, the feel of his palms rubbing into that one sore spot on your lower back just too good.

“Mngh— Zuko—!”

How was the Fire Lord so good at massages? Wait— Did he just stop for a moment?

And he coughs, fighting back what sounded like a choke before he continued, warm fingers rubbing and soothing your slowly heating skin.

“Is there a scale you’re looking for?”

Did he just answer your question with his own? How prude of the highly revered Fire Lord.

“Yours.”

So you wait; thoughtlessly humming as you feel his hands venture lower, focusing on your lower back as you practically grip at the soft cushioning of his tent’s flooring, biting back sounds that you would deem a bit too… Inappropriate.

(But it’s not your fault it feels so good!)

“Then I suppose you would have to be satisfied with just my answer.” He replies you with that flat tone you’re so used to, clearly a bit more concentrated now that you’ve stopped making any of the noises you were previously letting leak out.

“You’re very pretty.”

Hm. The same answer once again. So you huff, a bit annoyed— Yet still flattered all the same. Is he just too charming that he can’t say anything else? Was he doing it just to flatter you? Was your brain slowly, slowly being churned into mush from just how good he was with his hands?

You know at least one of those was true.

“Zuko.” And maybe it’s the haze of the pleasure he brought, maybe it was how your vision was starting to blur with nonsense.

Maybe you just want to know.

“Do you like me?”

And not a moment even passes for his reply.

“Of course I do.” And your heart pounds even harder, haha— How do you even explain it? How do you tell him to take that question in a romantic sense?

“Zuk—Zuko-oh, I don’t—“

“GUYS!” There’s the crude flap of the tent’s opening, a certain water tribesmen stumbling into the space, grin stretched across his face as he hurriedly points outwards.

Clearly, he doesn’t seem to notice the situation at hand.

“AANG JUST FRIED A FISH! UPSIDE DOWN! WITH MOMO HOLDING BOTH OF HIS LEGS! YOU BOTH HAVE TO SEE THIS!”

Why does Sokka have the worst timing…!

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The Fire Lord himself was a raised gentleman. He does not hesitate to take the brunt of the force of a fall for a lady, does not hesitate to put himself in harm’s way if it meant someone else could stay safe.

It was fine. This was fine. You’re just washing up in the lake with—

(“Suki—!”)

Desire was secondary, easily repressed if it was in favour of the situation.

(“Mmf…! Wa-Wait, Suki—!” )

He can tolerate it— His mind can stand it, his mental fortitude was top notch, having gone through training so rigorous, to instill discipline into his very being.

But that same logic did not apply to his body.

(“Maybe— Oh my— Suki, please…!”)

“So I’m just saying, Zuko. The importance of peeing is vital to making sure the longevity of our continued friendshi—“

“Sokka.” His ears are tinged red, steam starting to rise all around as he continued to sit in the lake, casual conversation nearly lost on his ears as the water is seemingly getting— A bit too warm.

“Are you not… Uncomfortable right now?” He can start to see the bubbling of the water near him from the heat he was exuding, taking a breath in to steady his… Mind better.

“Uncomfortable, huh? Like having to hold in your pee for extreme periods of time uncomfortable?”He’s leaning forwards as a towel is used to scrub at his back, the cloth harsh in its movements as an increasingly obvious glare is sent towards the oblivious Fire Lord.

Weird analogy, but sure?

“Are you not affected?” Because he was. Enough so that he had remained unmoving for the past 10 minutes, lest he accidentally lets Sokka see the… Accident that was tenting up beneath a soaked towel.

“Tsk, tsk! As a man!” He flings the wet cloth over his shoulder, proudly smirking as his hands settled on his hips in his cross-legged position.

“I’ll have you know I’ve heard those sounds plenty of times from my dear Suki,” A smirk as he crosses his arms. “So much so that I’m unaffec—“

(“Oh— Fuck, you pervert…!” There’s another squeal from Suki, before it gets cut off by your laugh.)

“Girls—“ A clearing of his throat. “Will— Will be girls, ya know?”

(“Do you have magic hands, Suki?” A giggle. “I should apply to be your one and only loyal customer for your massages after I retire.”

“Get in line after Toph and Katara, sweetheart.” The sound of water splashing as she wades closer.

“And you’re a lot more tense than I thought.” A loud smack against skin as you let out a yelp.)

(“Fire Lord not massaging you himself?”)

(“Why would Zuko massage me?”)

(“With how much he keeps you in his arms I’d assume he’s already done so.”)

(“I wouldn’t say there’s—“)

Of course— As a fellow male himself, Zuko should follow Sokka’s professional ‘manly’ examples and continue to listen in on the chatter just beyond those tall, tall rocks, shouldn’t he?

“Sokka, we should respect their—“ A hand slaps itself over his mouth— The water tribesman pressing his ear against the smooth rock separating the two sides.

This was a shared lake, after all.

“Hey, Zuko?”

(“Why? Does Sokka massage you everyday?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”)

“Let’s stay in here for another 20 minutes.”

“…sure.”

(“You sure you don’t like our resident hotman in that way?”)

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Summers are swelteringly hot. You can hear the cicadas buzzing, can practically see the radiating waves of sunlight bearing down upon this land.

And even with the group’s tent huddled under a tree’s shade does little to help with the team’s predicament.

“Katara— Can you ice my forehead please?” You’re practically begging at this point, pout on your face as you crawled into the shared tent.

“Katara?”

“She went off to the lake to wash the sweat off.” It’s Zuko who answers you, long hair hastily done up into a ponytail as he’s settled on the ground, upper garb long discarded and bare before your eyes.

Oh wow.

You blink to stop yourself from staring a bit too long.

“Toph?”

“Followed Katara and Aang to beg for more ice.”

And with Sokka and Suki off fishing— They’re all near the lake. It does sound convincing, you know? Getting to splash around in water chilled by waterbended ice, getting to relax in the cooling waves—

It’s too far; especially now when the sun was at its peak in the sky.

So you settle yourself in the tent’s corner, the one furthest away from the idling Fire Lord.

Only to hear a grumble of complaint almost immediately after.

“Why are you so far away?” You can hear the slight agitation, the scrutinizing way he had worded it; and it clicks when you tiredly turn your gaze towards him.

He had expected you to take refuge on him— Clearly from the way his arms were spaced out more, lap cleared of the book you had spotted when you made your way in.

And if not that, he had cleared away the gathering pile of books on the side closest to you, offering up his shoulder by sliding them away in order to make enough space to accommodate another person.

And you would love to, you really would— If the his body didn’t run so, so egregiously hot. If only Zuko was not the group’s most huggable, portable heater—

“Zuko,” You’re too tuckered out from the heat to even think properly at this point. “You’re too warm.”

“So?”

So— So what? Is he really asking you that?

“It’s too hot to cuddle up to you, oh great Fire Lord…” You truly wonder how you even have the strength for sarcasm, given your current predicament. But seriously, Fire and Heat are two words you really don’t want to hear right now.

“I don’t know if I even wanna cuddle up to you at all now…”

“At all? Won’t you get cold at night?”

“If it even will be cold…”

“And if it isn’t?”

“Then— Won’t you be happy? You’ll be safe from being turned into our beautiful, shared heater…”

And you close your eyes soon after, clambering onto the soft sheets as you fan at yourself and ignore the silence—

“I have water.”

Yea? And so do you—

“It’s iced.”

And before you can even blink; you find yourself settling into the warm Fire Lord’s lap, your head against his chest and his arm around your waist as you take generous sips out of his water canteen, so much so that stray droplets had begun to slide down your chin.

“Have I ever told you how handsome and generous you are, Zuko?” You’re practically beaming up at him, your head against his shoulder as you pat at a well muscled pec. “Our beautiful Fire Lord with the most gorgeous heart!”

You feel the slight vibrations from his chuckle, his hand sliding up your waist and tracing the thin fabric you had chosen to don; slowly stopping just below your chest.

“And has anyone ever told you,” There’s warm breath being blown into your ear as your eyes flutter closed at the sensation, the tracing of his fingers that had begun to circle mindless patterns on your body beginning to feel ever more sensitive.

“That you’re easy to convince?”

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You never knew that the Fire Lord could be so shy, not even as you continue to wash up in the clear water, humming a wordless song as you let the lake stain your skin.

It’s refreshing.

“Are you sure you don’t want to just join, Zuko? There’s really no need for you to keep watch.” You’re rinsing your hair out as you call out to him, trying to comb out the grime and dirt from today’s adventures.

And your all too stiff companion is making things slightly awkward, as funny as you find this situation to be.

Because… That would be odd, wouldn’t it? To have to ‘guard your comrades whilst they’re in a vulnerable position and unable to defend themselves because they’re inappropriately clothed’.

Or so he says.

“No— No.” He’s still streaked in dirt and mud, hair caked in sweat and ash as his ruined upper garb clung to his skin, your own clothes neatly folded as he hid behind a rock, back turned to you.

“I’m more than fine right here.”

“Eh? You sound kind of unsure.” The water splashes beneath you as you wade closer to the large formation he had taken cover behind.

“You really don’t have to wait for me to finish.” Because you’re so sure you would take far too long.

But also because you’re maybe just having a little too much fun.

“Zuko, is seeing me naked that unbearable?” There’s even a pout in your voice, a well-placed whine that made it sound like he was the one at fault.

And there’s a column of fire that burnt tinges of oranges against the blue of the night sky, your hand going over your mouth to suppress your laugh.

“Don’t laugh.” There’s a grumbled choke, clearly playing up the grumpiness as you hear the unbuckling of his boots.

“Are you always this forward with men?”

And you hum, elbows resting on the lake’s bank as you watch the Fire Lord himself slowly step out, eyes still so politely closed as he strips himself of sticky, dirty clothing to reveal the sculpted torso underneath.

“Just you~”

And you continue to marvel as he undoes the tassels by his thighs, the metal dropping heavily onto the ground as he gets ever closer— Stopping when he feels your hands gently grab at his hands.

And your voice by his ear.

“I’ll wash your hair for you, oh handsome Fire Lord~”

And Sokka wants to start praying that he never needs to pee ever again, chanting curses mixed with begs as his feet hurriedly stamp as quietly as they possibly could in place— All whilst he desperately hid behind an all too skinny tree.

Who was he to ruin such a sweet moment just because he desperately had to go? It’s not like it’s his fault that there were no appropriate bathrooms in the forest that would guarantee privacy.

“Damn lovebirds…!”

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It’s not rare for Zuko to find a member of this adventuring team suddenly cuddled up to him in the middle of the night.

It’s cold after all, isn’t it? Especially when they have to camp outside without tents, on the cold, hard ground— In a cave.

The Fire Lord himself is highly aware of how hot his body runs, how warm he was to the touch that it wasn’t strange for his friends to suddenly turn him into their portable, huggable heater on these cold, cold nights.

The problem is when you do it.

Cheek pressed against his chest, somehow replacing your thin blanket with his arm and wrapping it around yourself like he was your own comforter. If that wasn’t bad enough, you clung to his waist, fingers running down his abs on the days he chose to sleep without a shirt— Sighing into the crook of his neck as you slept atop of him.

(It was sinisterly cute.)

He tries to be a gentleman about it, tries to ensure that you remain asleep with a hand on your lower back, gently soothing when he attempts to get up for night watch, but you would groan— Stirring slightly the moment he even chooses to sit up; moaning softly as your eyes squeeze— And only relaxing when he laid back down.

If it were Sokka or Aang he’d probably pick them up and move them off of him, if it were Katara or Toph he’d try to be as subtle as possible but still be willing to let them rest a little longer—

But he can’t bring himself to wake you. It looks like another night shift will be spent with you in his arms.

But— The worst isn’t over yet.

“Zukoooo…” You’d stir in his arms, still clinging to him like he was your personal, giant pillow as you blearily look up at him through half-lidded eyes. “You’re awake already…?”

He’s already been awake. Especially with how you were shifting in his lap and rubbing up against his body with your own.

“Good morning to you too.” It’s meant to sound that little bit sarcastic with how he had quite literally watched you sleep, to make fun of the way you barely even stirred just because you were held in his embrace.

But with you— It just comes out so unintentionally soft; especially when he’s treated the sight of your half-lidded, sleepy gaze as your arms go around his neck to bury your face into his chest.

“You’re so warm, Zuko…”

“Mhm.”

And Sokka— The third to awaken; has to sit there and witness this before his eyes, has to become the unintentional third-wheeler as his jaw drops and his eyes narrow.

Who wants to watch a couple cuddle and coddle first thing in the morning when you desperately have to pee?

He still can’t believe you both aren’t dating yet as he ties his blanket around his shoulders, inching away as he grumbles under his breath.

“Damn lovebirds…”

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pairing: high marshal! caleb x reader

eeeeeeeee high marshal caleb hello fellow baby apples. as much as i love independent and strong mcs i like mine weak and easily giving in

“My dearest baby sister.” Each enunciation came with an underlying motive, a saccharine sweet lull that makes your body stiffen, makes your throat dry— And your heart stop.

You know that he would never use that term so sparingly, never would he drop the formalities so quickly, so daringly.

“You should know that I don’t take threats seriously.”

And you do. With all your heart, with every fiber of your very being as your gloved hands ball up, barely hiding the anxiety that courses through you.

Is there even a scenario where you win?

“Of course, High Marshal. But with all due respect, I—“

“Ah, ah.” You can see how his lip had curled up, how the smile on his face had turned all too knowing, as if he had caught you red handed in a lie, as if you were the one who had fallen into his web. “I didn’t know my dearest baby sister still held that title so dear.”

You can only watch as his fingers tap against the wooden arms, can only gulp down your words and your wretched feelings as you listen to each.

And. Every. Sound.

“If that’s the title you want to be screaming tonight, I don’t mind all that much.” His legs cross when he leans back, a grin manifesting on his face when he notices just how downtrodden, just how beaten you were.

10 battleships. If this was all it took for you to be this compliant, this adorable… Then maybe he really doesn’t need anything else in this Universe.

Nobody will ever compare to you.

“Now why don’t we talk conditions for a ceasefire, hm?” He’s already signalling to his empty lap, the pristine shine of his uniform being the only glint of light in this dark, dark room.

“Caleb, please—“ The look in his pretty, pretty eyes stops you. You don’t like it, you don’t like how he has pushed you into this corner, don’t like how you have absolutely nothing to give.

This was your loss, your wrongdoing. How dare you try to overstep your position? How dare you try to mess with the Federation?

How dare you try to ever forget that High Marshal Caleb Xia was your one, your only saviour?

So you don’t. You won’t ever forget, won’t ever do anything to make him mad ever again as you grit your teeth and stand up, your dress softly flowing behind you with every step forward you take.

This was your own undoing, your own sin. To indulge in something so rotten was never in your favour, to try and wean off the tree that never stopped giving was your only mistake.

Because Caleb Xia would never let you go. After all, how could any other man ever live up to him?

You can only settle yourself into his embrace, your head against his chest as you follow every heartbeat, listen to rhythm that lulled you so. You feel his touch graze against the silk of your gloves, intertwining your fingers with his before they’re peeled off to reveal your soft, soft hands.

“Good girl.” It’s purred into your ear, the hand on your waist squeezing lightly when you don’t reply as your overwrought gaze meets his.

“I don’t like it when you’re sad, you know?” You feel it when his thumb traces the line of your jaw, know it when his touch finally ends on the tenderness of your lips, cupping your chin as he brings you towards him.

“Now if you don’t mind,” His breath is warm against your skin, so close that distance would soon cease to exist.

“Indulge me, won’t you?”

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caleb xia (love and deepspace)

clinging on to him for too long

high marshal caleb

zuko (ATLA)

camping can be stressful too!

i: when did sleeping get so rough?

ii: the lake can be shared, you know?

iii: why does the heat bother you?

iv: how did you burn the lake?

v: why don’t we try to relax?

vi: don’t you get busy even when we’re here?

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Yandere Concept: Origins

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pairing: caleb x reader

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“So? Is there a reason you want to be here with me?”

Caleb Xia has many things that he needs to be concerned about when it comes to you. He worries about your health, about your wellbeing, about whether you’ve eaten, about your hair— He worries about you.

“No.” Your answer comes far too quick, yet drawled out so, so slowly as you bury your face into your favourite pillow known as his chest, hand pawing at his shirt as you pout up at him. “Take this off.”

“So demanding, aren’t you?” You can feel the vibration of his chuckle through his body, can feel how his heart kept beating to that rhythm you’ve long familiarized yourself with.

“But I can’t if you keep clinging on like this.”

He’s right, you know? He can’t do anything, can’t move all that much with you practically all over him, kissing all over his collarbone, gliding your hands wherever you see fit.

So it’s definitely his fault, you think. It’s his fault that he’s so squishy and huggable and soft and so, so comfy. Everything, everything was all because of him.

“Ah— That’s cold, pipsqueak.” He’s reacting when your hands slide under his shirt, groping and wandering all over hard muscle as you click your tongue when he reacts just a little bit too much when you’re clearly in the middle of trying to kiss his chest.

“Yes, I do love you.” A kiss to your forehead as you let out another huff. “But I can’t take a bath if I can’t take off my clothes, darling.”

But he can do his pants first, can’t he? So easily sliding them off as you stare up so lovingly up at him, still huddled in his arms as he finally kicks the sweatpant leg off.

“I did, but I still can’t do the rest, you know?” He’s teasing, so sweet even as your hands find the small of his back, tracing the waistband of his boxers and the muscles of his back.

Aren’t you at least entitled to watching him bathe?

“I never said you couldn’t.” A squeeze of your cheek as his fingers trace your jaw, holding your chin as he turns your gaze towards him. “But,”

He leans down, pressing his forehead against your own as his gaze becomes half-lidded, a burst of heat within the cosmic twilight of his eyes, grazing warmth following his every move as his hand traced a path down the buttons of your pajama shirt.

“Wouldn’t you enjoy it more if you joined me?”