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THE HEIR- F.Z

Synopsis: You’ve been sold to marry firelord Zuko to be his wife FOREVER, and you have only one job, give him an heir…give him as many heirs as possible…

Pairings: Zukoxreader

Content MDNI: Firelord!zuko, noblewoman!fem!reader, submissive!Fem!Reader, honeymoon, you’re both nervous, he’s sensitive and worried about you,TSUNDERE Zuko, YEARNING Zuko, your first time, he’s FAREL, deflowering, SOFT DOM, praising you, fngering, oral (fem. rec),he’s taking his time with you, he’s ESCALATING, ROUGH, he’s down bad, COWGIRL, he’s secretly submissive, stand and carry position, missionary, you’re NEEDY, WHIMPERING Zuko, MANHANDLING, slight edging, he lasts a long time,biting, slight choking,PUSSYDRUNK Zuko, DUMBAFICATION, BREEDING, he’s trying to get you pregnant, you think he hates you,he’s POSSESSIVE, MARATHONS, multiple orgasm, intense orgasm,cream pie, you’re married, happy endings

Word count: 11.2k(whew!)

Firelord!zuko headcannons

Disclaimers: THERE IS MISOGYNY IN THIS STORY (not from Zuko) AND ITS A SLOW BURN…hang in there.This is based on older Zuko from ATLA movie that got leaked Hope yall enjoy dada! <3

You had only spent all month preparing for this day. The day that you met the fire lord Zuko. You had been chosen by the fire lord a month ago as his betrothed. Day in and day out the noble Liu family home, you prepared for it, and for most women in the fire nation it was a dream, but not for you. You understood what this mean't, the seriousness of being sold to the royal fire nation family. You knew the only real reason for an arranged marriage was simply to make peace with other kingdoms or for trade and wealth or for an heir. The thought alone had made you shutter because this was not so simple as it very well seemed. The family councilman educated you on the history or fire nation kings and their legacy, you had already known proper etiquette as a noble but all sorts of preparations where made. Mostly around how to behave as the wife of the fire nation king.

The most constant lesson was to speak only when spoken to, to honor and obey your king, to not over step, that she was now his property and property of the royal family linage. You had spent your entire life living freely and speaking just as you felt like it, so relearning this was difficult. You worked tirelessly on your posture, your elegance and balance, to become the perfect queen. You couldn't deny the fact that you were indeed nervous. You had never seen him....in person that is.You had already known he was handsome and clearly unwed, but he was rarely seen. The king was not know to boast or make unnecessary public appearances. There were rumors that the fire lord was mad and his court kept him isolated, there's many rumors surrounding the king. But you couldn't shake the feeling that none of them were true, after 30 days of preparing your carriage was being loaded by the servants who you know...you will never see again. And whom you will miss dearly as they are the ones who raised you. You look in the mirror at you beautiful red fire nation hanfu and adjust your perfect formal bun. You take a look around the only room you've known since you were a small child.

feeling nostalgic to take a final look at some of your favorite hiding places. You chuckle softly realizing you hadn't concerned yourself with these spots since you simply were small enough to fit in those cravesses...you close your eyes and take in your final moments realizing that it's true we often take things for granted. Our freedom, our ability to eat when we feel like it, bathe, and dance when we feel like it.

You close your bedroom door that sends an echo through the massive fortress you call home. Each step you take now is measured, trying to absorb even the last steps you'll take in the endlessly long hallways that creeped you out even until now, looking at the old paintings on the wall that you never cared for until now, you honestly had been taking everything in all week as the day had gotten closer. You had come to peace with leaving already, you had not spoken to your father who sold you to the king for god knows how much. You were never close, you were content with not saying goodbye. Your mother as well, submissive and danty to her overtly masculine husband, she obviously had gone along with it. But to be fair you're 100% sure the king offered enough money to feed your family linage for generations, but still.

When you're finally at the exterior of your noble home finally feeling the sun that painted your noble home orange under the sunset. you gracefully take it in as a final goodbye until you take your footmans hand and step into your carriage.

Your carriage ride to the kingdom from the deeper country side of the fire nation kingdom was far enough for you to eventually relax, while the nervous fingers you drummed on the soft fabric of your red hanfu tapped uncharacteristically loud in the silence of the carriage ride. You couldn't help but be even a little anxious...you hardly know what he looks like, what he sounds like. You had sold your soul to fire nation, and you're marrying a stranger in the morning.

Inside of the fire nation thrown room the fire lord Zuko sat formally at his high placed thrown above his court and servants. His cold and stoic expression unmoved until his liaison urgently echoes his footsteps into the dead silent thrown room. The scar over his left eye twitches in slight irritation.

"Fire lord Zuko...if I may speak?"

The man who has been his liaison for years is still nervously shaken by the authority of his king as he nervously bows awaiting a response.

Zuko's expression is unmoved. As he flags his hand toward the man carelessly.

"You may"

His tone is smooth, solid, authorative and commanding.

The liaison stands finally from his bow and adjust himself.

"Fire lord Zuko...your betrothed from the liu family has arrived, her carriage has just made an appearance at the...."

Zuko's hand rises in a manner of pause to stop him from speaking.

"I understand. Bring her in"

The liaison calmly nods accepting the abrupt cut off before the guards open the red thrown room double doors.

When you step across the threshold and enter the dark red and gold throne room with hardly any lighting just the slight beams of golden sunset seaping through the royal windows, Zuko's eyes immediately widen.

You elegantly step toward the thrown not a hair out of place and courtesy without eye contact. Your nerves getting to the better of you. You're barely even sure you want to see him, afraid that perhaps his looks will distract you from your duty. You gulp with your eyes clammed shut.

'His looks don't matter, they don't matter, they don't matter...'

Your panicked thoughts are cut short by a firm, masculine and authoritative voice that echoes through the quiet thrown room.

"Look at me."

His request is final and without question.

You stand straight from your formal curtsy and look directly at him.

'He's...he's handsome...'

You think to yourself finding yourself staring at him, his long black hair, his crown over his half up half down bun. His face is stoic, almost as if he's permanently angry, his golden eyes enhanced in the sunset light that leaks through the thrown room over his face. And his scar. You notice that it's permanent. Old and healed. Yet prominent along the left side of his face, red, lined with pain. No eyebrow on that side of his face. But you notice he wears it with pride not shame. His posture is undeniable and unshakeable.

And you hadn't noticed it until just now. But he's staring at you, the same way you're staring at him. The thrown room is silent but the eye contact between you two is loud and jarring. You blink your stare away and bow again.

"My apologies your majesty fire lord Zuko"

He adjust himself in his thrown resting his elbow casually on the arm of the chair.

"It's alright. Most people stare when they notice my scar."

His tone is still authoritative but, there's an undercurrent of unspoken attempt at comfort. His eyes shift toward your trembling hands despite your perfect posture. He knows.

You nod worried to not say too much.

He clears his throat.

"You understand the arrangement...?"

You nod again.

"Yes sire. I take my duty very seriously..."

He nods subtle and slow.

"So you understand that once you're betrothed to me. The fire lord....that we are arranged to marry in the morning, and as queen you may not return home. Ever. You may not leave the kingdom. Ever. That you may never see your friends or family again. Ever. And leaving would result in treason befitting banishment of the fire nation or execution. This...you understand?"

His tone is robotic. Cold. Unkind. Blunt. It is clear to you that he has not intention to love you. No intention to hold you. And that you duty is simple. Provide royal heirs.

Your eyes soften.

"Yes...your grace. I have been more than aware"

He stands from his thrown with an inquisitive look on his face. Perhaps intrigued.

"And you...you understand that this arrangement is a practical one. Of duty, that your life outside of these walls no longer exists. And your hobbies...do you have any? It will get lonely"

You nod.

"Yes your majesty, just that of the arts...painting, perhaps the harp—,"

He towers over you massive in his frame compared to yours.

"Those things will be limited, once a week perhaps"

You stiffen at the harsh reality.

His eyes examine you and pick you apart. Taking over your frame with eyes that yearn for more.

"You're a brave woman."

He says with a slight smile stitching at the corner of his mouth. His tone only slightly softer, less authoritative, more...playful. But it's subtle as he takes his seat at the thrown again.

"Shan Yu, please show (y/n) to her guest quarters, and ensure that she is ready for dinner tonight and before the wedding tomorrow morning."

The private secretary standing behind his thrown moves toward you stoic and unfeeling. The silence in the thrown room thick a the man escorts you from the thrown room to take you to your room.

You admire the massive royal fortress miles larger than even your old beautiful noble home. The walk to your room feels long, it's silent and almost unbearable. The marble floors make your shoes clank all the way through, you wonder if you'd ever learn this castle enough to walk around without getting lost, all of the long hallways look the same, only a few with distinctive features like paintings of previous kings. And you notice....the paintings of the previous king...fire lord ozai.

The horror stories told of him and king before him. Ruthless, unkind, power hungry and plans of world domination. You smile slightly being grateful for the current fire lord.

The secretary stops abruptly at a pair of large double doors and you stop beside him.

"Your room ma'am"

He says sliding open the doors to your room. It's massive, but simple and beautiful. The dark red and gold royal fire nation colors coated at all angles while warm torches flames light the dim sunset lit room that over looks the balcony. You turn to the secretary with glimmering sad eyes and he returns them to you without words. Despite his stoic and formal demeanor, even he felt for you.

"Ma'am the staff will cater to you if you ring this bell."

He gestures towards a bell that lingers on a thick rope next to the doors.

"Dinner will be ready in the royal dining hall in an hour. The fire lord Zuko will be waiting for you there. Someone will be here to retrieve you then."

He says it almost as if you're and object. An expensive product, but unfortunately it's what you expected. It's what you trained for, you're aware of how the royal court will see you. You've accepted it. You nod gracefully.

"Yes thank you secretary, I will be ready for dinner"

Zuko had already retreated to his room to prepare for dinner just as you have, he talks with his secretary as if they are his therapist (he mind as well be)

"She's nervous"

He says with a mixture of tenderness and gruffness.

"Sire I do believe it would be reasonable to feel such a way, she is leaving her life behind"

He says catching a robe that Zuko throws on him that covers the small notebook he carries.

"I don't want her to be nervous, just wanted to make sure that she was well informed. Most noblewomen behave as if marrying the king would be some form of a luxury. But it is a duty. This. This is my duty as the king, to provide my nation with an heir."

He says almost in an anxious and frustrated tone.

"Sire...if I may.."

He snaps his head at the secretary.

"You may..."

"If you want her to be 'less nervous' perhaps...avoid the marriage of impending doom and maybe discuss her interest"

Zuko shakes his head.

"I don't intend to indulge her mind in activities she may rarely if ever participate in. It's important that I keep her focused on an heir. We both understand our duties in that regard"

That evening you paced in your room just before dinner as if you were loosing your mind.

"I'm having dinner with the fire lord, what should I say, should I remember my royal training? Should take a more down to earth approach?"

You talked to yourself out loud as if it would help. It absolutely did not.

There's a knock at you door.

"Lady liu...his majesty the fire lord Zuko is now requesting your presence in the royal dining hall ma'am...please...come with me"

You nod and exit the room following suite to the servant.

The walk through palace is frustratingly long, imagining spending the rest of your life learning the ins and outs of this palace rises slight irritation in you.

Arriving into the dark and dim lit royal dining hall that was only lit by torches casting shadows all over the walls makes your palms dampen with nervousness. It's dark out now. No light pouring from the windows.

On the opposite far end of the long dark wooden table the fire lord sits sturdy and unphased eating. It's dead silent. No servants other than the royal chef coming out to place your plate at the table at the opposite end of him.

You move to pull out your chair before sitting smoothly.

You slowly inhale and exhale, the smell of royal Chinese Peking duck filling your nostrils as you try to ease yourself.

You can barely see him across the table as he eats silently. Only his scar making an appearance under the low glow of the flame torches.

"Your majesty..."you murmur breaking the silence.

"Yes, what is it?"

His tone is disconnected all together and you gulp at his handsome frame at the other end of the table.

"About the wedding sire—,"

"All arrangements have been made"

His tone is final as if already cutting the conversation short, he grinds his teeth in frustration.

His finality of the conversation makes your stomach sink.

"My councilman will visit your chambers to enlighten you further of tomorrows nuptials"

He says bluntly. Despite his bluntness you can't help but let your eyes wander on his handsome face despite his scar and long dark hair. His golden eyes piercing across the dim dining room.

"You're beautiful, and healthy...it will do well for us when it is time to consummate the marriage after the wedding"

His words stifle you and you practically drop your chopsticks.

"C-consummate?"

You stammer nervously over the dinner you've barely touched.

And for the first time since you've met him you can see the first crack in his formal demeanor. His eyes widen with surprise at your clear confusion on the matter.

"Yes. The Marital act to prove legitimacy..."

His tone is eched with something like worry? Concern?

'How can she not know? She had made it seem as if she had been fully informed..'

He places his chopsticks down making a clank noise and placing an elbow on the table.

"It is...imperative. You must've known..."

His tone is growing more and more obviously worried by every passing moment.

You stare at him wide eyed with surprise before shaking it off and stuffing your mouth with your first bite of food now hiding your lack of knowledge.

You finally swallow your food letting it slither down your throat before clearing your throat and speaking.

"Your majesty...I was informed of my overall duty...I was not informed of the wedding night, I expected intimacy. But I did not expect...so soon"

He nods understanding. She would not have been chosen to marry him or had been an eligible bride befitting royalty had she had been touch.

"You are...untouched?"

Despite him already being well aware he waits for your response.

"Yes."

You nervously grip tight to your chopsticks to eat.

Zuko's eyes are burning into you now across the table his golden eyes drinking you in like stalking predator.

"I see"

He says calmly.

"That will change tomorrow night"

He says it casually as if it's nothing. he stands from the table glancing at you.

"Please. Try not to look so damn scared..."

He gracefully walks from the quiet dining table and disappears behind double doors.

That night in your quarters the female servants ready you for a bath letting the water run until the steaming water filled the tub appropriately. You settle into the bath tub and sink into the warm water the steam caressing your skin. The servants bathe you while you loose yourself in thought about him informing you of the 'consummation.' Your heart sinks at the thought. You can't help but think of him differently now, his face and scar running through your mind on replay now, your cheeks burning red and hot at some of your sudden impure thoughts.

After your bath and the servants leave you, you finally sink into your luxurious bed and look around the dim lit room and the full moon beaming in through the balcony. You roll over to lay on your stomach in the expensive sheets. You mind wanders to his demeanor and tone, cold and disinterested.

"He hates me...great...a loveless marriage too..."

By the first morning light you were awakened by the disruptive and chaotic sound of female servants storming into your quarters, you'd barely opened your eyes as they lug you out of bed to bathe and dress you.

After your warm royal lilac and honey bath you stood up on a stool while they dressed you, wrapping you in the red fire nation bridal attire. Despite your acceptance of your circumstances you couldn't help but become all but more anxious as you think about all of the different possibilities. You tremble nervously and one of the maid notices.

"Ma'lady are you alright?"

You're gulping hard and hesitating to speak, or to even ask questions. But you finally speak softly.

"What should I know about....the fire lord Zuko? before I marry him..."

The maids pause and glance at eachother before one of them answers.

"We aren't allowed to disclose information about his highness ma'lady...."

You sigh in slight disappointment.

"But..."

The maid pauses but continues to speak and your head perks up with hope again, anxiously ready to recieve even the slightest bit of information.

"Woman to woman ma'lady...fire lord Zuko is sensitive and...he has a temper...."

The maids says plainly before going back into adjusting her dress.

"That's all?"

Your tone is starved with curiosity for more information, almost frustratingly so. The other maid looks at you through the free standing mirror placed in front of you for efficiency, applying the finishing touches to your bridal garments.

"It's all we are capable of providing ma'lady we deeply apologize"

Once they've finished dressing you, you admire your red chiffon hanfu in the mirror, your hair tied into a half up half down bun. Once you were properly polished and dressed to perfection the maids guide you from your quarters to the emporer's ceremonious corridor.

The long walk had only made you more nervous than you had already felt, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach and your stomach doing summersaults when you arrived at the red double doors of the royal wedding. You can hear the subtle sound of the ceremonial music muffled just beyond the doors.

When the massive heavy throne room doors slide open the royal court and guests stand as the ceremonial music spills through; elegant and refined. The only sound in the massive hall.

At the end of the hall stood your betrothed formally dressed and absolutely handsome. His stoic expression rather off putting but oddly attractive. To ground yourself your eyes zero in on him, the fresh morning sun light bathing the throne room in radiant warmth, igniting the brightness of his golden irises. Shamelessly his eyes lock on yours and if you weren't mistaken you were certain you could see his expression softening as you stepped across the threshold and your shoes echo on the marble floors.

Every step towards him and the royal officiant felt as if the earth beneath you was spinning, yet you still contained your elegant composure.

When you finally reach the alter the morning light shines through your eyes and ceremonious jewelry. Zuko lets a smile crack on his face and it makes your eyes soften, he nods at you and the officiant as the music stops.

"You look beautiful"

He murmurs quietly under his breath to you while the officiant speaks.

"Thank you your highness..."

You cheeks run hot as you blush slightly breaking his eye contact to gather yourself for just a moment. The two of you state your vows as ceremonially as necessary, but when he says the words.

"To have and hold, and till death due us part"

Every part of you can feel that he means it. That he is devoted to you. Eyes only for you.

"As king of the fire nation it is my duty to nurture and care for the family I will cultivate with you (y/n) there may not be love between us just yet...but I intend to care for you in every way that is necessary, on my honor"

His words make your chest swell with emotion as you blink away tears.

"As the future queen of the fire nation I promise to obey, honor and serve the fire lord Zuko, and to dutifully fulfill my role with grace"

"In honor of the fire nation I pronounce you as king and queen of the fire nation!"

The officiant exclaims.

"Sire. You may now kiss the bride"

The cracking smile on Zuko's face falters as he looks at you.

"May I?"

His voice is gentler, suddenly more considerate.

Your eyes widen as he patiently waits for your answer.

You nod yes, eyes glimmering on the young and handome fire lord. Your king. Zuko takes a gentle hand cups it at your chin tilting your head upwards to him as he steps only a foot closer to you closing the already very little distance between you. His free hand coming in to hold your waist stead as he slowly leans down to capture your soft lips in a slow kiss. His lips caress yours with smooth and profound motions that set a warm flame in your chest. And for a moment it almost seems as though he can't pull away from the kiss until the court erupted in cheers. He breaks the kiss slowly and when your eyes meet now there's a different feeling there, perhaps warmth, comfort, a sense of safety. He nods at you as the two of you turn to your adorning crowd.

The reception followed immediately after the ceremony, the two of you sit on your thrones as the court participated in traditional co-ordinated music and dance, royal food and treats on display for all to access for as far as the eye can see. The ballroom is in the full energy of celebration, besides you two. You glance over at your new husband and he couldn't look more disinterested as he rests his chin on a propped arm at the arm of the chair facing away from you looking out toward the crowd and celebration.

You awkwardly fidget in your seat and the tension between you builds between you. And not the good kind, it's awkward and you can't pin point why. He groans in irritation as he only darts his eyes toward you still having not moved.

"Stop fidgeting"

It's a command, one with an undertone of slight annoyance.

Your breath hitches with surprise at his sudden an insensitive command.

"You're making me nervous."

His tone is blunt but vulnerable at the same time.

"I-I I'm sorry your majesty...I—,"

You murmured nervously truly just so unsure of what to do.

"Stop acting so scared. I'm doing the best that I can to comfort you. Your nervousness is rather contagious."

You adjust yourself and exhale trying to ease yourself.

"You're right your majesty...I have been in my head"

He groans in frustration.

"You behave as if this marriage is a death sentence, as if your impending doom is approaching. You much understand you are taken care of"

Despite his clear effort to comfort you it doesn't do much justice. You cover your still trembling hand, hiding it from him due to him being very clear your nervousness is off putting.

He rubs his hand over his mouth.

"What do you want. I will provide it"

Your lips quiver before mouthing stammered words.

"My lord...I-I'm n-not sure...this question...is rather unexpected...perhaps we should discuss this is private?"

He nods.

"Your right"

A firm hand grips hold of your wrist before he whisks you away from the ongoing festivities down a quiet hallway.

"Your majesty...we s-shouldn't leave the party...your secretary and the court—,"

Your tone is clearly worried of making any mistake. He tsks pulling you into a quiet music room. The first door he found. He closes it behind the two of you with an impatient slam.

Your hands lift your bridal garments to look around the dim lit colossal music room. He closes the space been you with an intense rush.

"What do you want?"

His question is firm and direct as he pants slightly, his eyes burn into you with a passion you've never experienced. You hesitate to speak.

"I'm sorry my lord...I-I haven't given it any thought...I was informed...that my desires...would be unfulfilled...and that my duty was only to serve you and your desires sire..."

He closes the space between you in one step.

"For god sakes who told you that?"

For some reason his voice is more casual...and you gulp.

"You are limited to your personal desires due to your royal duties my lady but it is not non-existent."

His voice is softer.

Your eyes rake over his handsome grace in the secluded and private space.

"Your majesty...we shouldn't be alone like this...the councilman and the royal court will be looking for us..."

He slams a hard hand against the wall just beside your head letting a loud bang echo through the large and quiet music room making you startle. He learns in close to your face breathing you in silently.

"Damn the court, and damn the councilman...."

He pants heavily with a primal look in his eyes that makes your stomach sink as if he'd tear you apart at the slightest opportunity.

"Such an obedient wife, always following the rules, doing the right thing..."

He inhales deeply as if he's holding back the wild beast within himself.

"Such a good girl..."

He says his voice low and gravelly inhailing you. His mouth grazes into the crook of your neck his breath lingering and ghosting over the sensitive skin there. He groans low in his throat, barely able to make out words.

"Your majesty we c-can't, I-It's not quite our honeymoon..."

Your breath catches as his free hand grips your hip and presses you against his waist.

"I'm not sure if I can can wait that long princess..."

He rasps huskily.

"I can't wait to deflower you piece by piece"

He growls through his teeth as the sound of an authorative male voice echoes through the hallway outside of the door.

"Firelord Zuko and lady liu your royal presence is requested at..."

The councilman stops in his tracks at the door after opening it, witnessing the inappropriate scene of the Firelord in visible and barely tamed heat.

"Your majesties...your honeymoon will be soon, but for now you must remain present during the reception..."

Zuko drops his hand from the wall and your waist with a sigh and groans with irritation. You finally exhale the frog in your throat.

"Fine, I can wait"

His tone barely accepting the circumstances. He looks back at you from the corner of his eye letting his piercing golden irises follow you and the councilman out of the room.

The remainder of the reception between you was more...intense, still awkward from the aftermath of the intense exchange only moments before. And Zuko is back to not even looking at you, and you sink in your thrown lost at what to do, barely understanding him.

After the reception the councilman approached Zuko while guests clear and servants immediately begin the clean up.

"Your majesty the carriage for your honeymoon is fully loaded and prepared"

He nods gesturing his hands to a servant to whisk you away. The server out stretches his hand to you letting you take hold and guiding you through the palace. Zuko follows suite. You can feel his eyes burning into the back of your head with hidden desire.

When the two of you reach the loaded carriage you allow the coach to load you in. When you settle into the carriage you notice Zuko finishing an exchange of words with the councilman before he joins you in the carriage, the fire torches lighting the exterior of the carriage curating a dim warm lighting in the dark carriage.

The carriage pulls away from the palace and you begin to tense with anticipation, stealing glances at your new husband who is suddenly appears disinterested. You sink into the soft fabric of the carriage seat interior and tap your nervous hands at the soft fabric of your hanfu. The carriage ride is another awkward silence for the two of you for a very decent stretch of time that makes your mind race to the different possibilities. He doesn't touch you. He doesn't even look at you, his eyes stare outward of the window with the dark forest that passed you by in the carriage and some part of you actually wish he might just take you. Your craving his touch, the feeling of his mouth barely touching your neck and the firm grip of his hand on your waist still firmly imbedded into your mind and driving you slightly crazy.

Eventually the carriage haults to a full stop the tamed horses that pulled the carriage neighing to alarm you two of your arrival before the couch announces it.

"Your majesties, you've arrived at your honeymoon villa"

For the first time in hours Zuko's stoic expression meets your nervous one. He exists the carriage and holds his hand out stretched to you until your out of the carriage with him.

Standing at the exterior of the dark red Chinese palace, the grand fortress mesmerizing to you as you soak in the massive home.

"T-this is the honeymoon villa?"

He nods.

"It belonged to my family for generations, it's heavily fortified, secluded and crawling with guards...to protect the sacred copulations"

You gulp at the word copulation that he says so casually. He hovers his hand to the small of your back as you climb the stairs and approach the entrance of the fortress. At the exterior of the palace the royal servants and staff line up at the stairs to greet the two of you and Zuko's jaw clenches in agitation and impatience.

"Welcome to the honeymoon villa your majesties, we are at your services full time during your stay"

The head maid bows speaking for the others and places a respectful kiss to the roof of both of your hands before backing away. Zuko glances over at you as if to be checking for something as he gestures you toward the heavy dark red double doors that the guards pull open for your entrance, his hand never leaving the small of lower back as you finally cross the threshold of the warm lighting of the sacred and secluded palace, the servants pouring in behind you immediately spreading out throughout the palace and working.

You look around admiring the culturally appropriate architecture of the interior, the gold lining, stained glass, mural paintings and architectural ancient paintings along the high ceilings.

"How long are we staying here your majesty?"

Zuko casually shrugs off his royal over garments and then taking off yours before handing them off to a servant. he nods them a silent thank you before calmly admiring your awe.

"Two weeks"

She shudders at how intentional that is.

"Your majesties shall I show you to your quarters?"

The servant asks politely and Zuko nods, moving his hand to your waist to follow him. The servant provides a small tour as they guide the two of you through the beautiful forttess.

You anxiously fiddle with the soft red chiffon fabric of your water sleeves until you're standing at the massive double doors.

"Your royal suite your majesties"

The servant says pushing open the heavy doors as if they're light as a feather, exposing the luxurious room. The space is colossal in nature with high ceilings, and the first thing you noticed was the open and moon lit balcony with an ocean view that you can hear crashing just below. You turn to the massive king sized bed with dark red satin bedsheets and a red and gold draped canpy fabric at the upper linings. Your danty bridal shoes tap against the marble floors as you step inside and surround yourself in the flame torch lit room that dresses the room in warm golden lighting.

The servant gestures toward a bell hanging down a thick rope beside your bed.

"Please ring the bell—,"

Zuko holds up his hand impatiently towards the servant.

"We will manage"

His tone is stern and final as the servant nods and backs out the suite, bowing respectfully before closing the double doors, the doors slam with a finality that makes his spine stiffen.

Zuko awkwardly clears his throat in the now dead silent room only the sound of the waves crashing near the balcony.

You turn to face him with cheeks already brimming red as roses.

"Are...you alright princess?"

His voice is tender. Overly aware of the sensitive situation despite the burning urge to take you thoughtlessly right now with that sweet and innocent look on your face. But he knows better. His veiny hands curl into fists with slight frustration as he looks away just to break the eye contact with your sweet and endearing face.

"Y-yes...I'm f-fine....I-I just...would like a bath...to wash the day away....I should ring the bell for the servants..."

You feel a sudden overwhelming rush of anxiety as you have flash of the word ‘copulation’

You tremble slightly moving past him to reach for the rope on the bell but his hand firmly grips you wrist to stop you.

"I'll do it"

He says and then clearing his throat.

"I won't have anyone seeing you in full undress before I have..."

His words come out more authorative and sharper than he intended and they send a shooting spark through you like you've touched a live wire.

"You'll undress me..."?

You murmur softly. Moving to stand directly in front of him now, his eyes drink you, all the details and lining of your neck and even the very little skin you have revealed as his breathing deepens slightly.

"Yes. I will"

"Turn"

He demands firmly. And you obediently do so.

He undoes every tie and strap of your hanfu carefully, until your garments are pooling at your feet and every inch of your bare skin is exposed. You shiver slightly at the cool breeze from the balcony caressing your skin. Your breath catches at the gentle feeling of rough fingers that gently graze against the soft skin at the top of your shoulders that traces down your arm until he reaches your elbow, his thumb rubbing there subtly.

You cover your bare breast with hands crossing to preserve yourself in the only way you can as you slowly turn to face him. Your eyes glimmering on his golden intense eyes that threaten to ruin you like a starving man at the first sign of food.

"C-could you run the bath? please?"

His breathing has already deepened to subtle pants at the sight of your bare radiant flesh. But he doesn't touch you further. He moves and walks toward the bathroom. he sits at the edge of the porcelain bath tub and runs the bath water with trembling hands that reflect his barely restrained yearn for you, steam rising and filling the dark bathroom.

In your shyness you grabing one of the satin robes lying ready on the bed for the two of you and sliding it over your shoulders, your face hotter than a furnace. You walk into the bathroom and his eyes immediately narrow sharp and intense on you.

It takes everything in him to not close the space between you and rip that robe off of you that hides everything he's burning alive inside to see.

"Come here"

His voice is hoarser than he intends to come across as he tries to restrain himself already coming undone at just the sight of you.

And when you slowly step towards him he exhales through his nose the rising arousal corsing through him in the bathroom making his throat tighten. His hands already twitching slightly at his sides until you're standing directly in front of him.

His hands lifts to your robe before his thoughts catch up with him running gentle fingers along the dip of the cross in your robe, grazing the fabric there.

"No need to be modest"

Your heart races as you hesitate. His eyes burn into your exposed skin just above the v of your robe, his fingers almost a caress at the soft fabric hiding the holy grail that is you. His chest burns with desire for what's beneath it, for him to see more of what belongs to him, and only him.

"I want to see you"

His mutters low his voice so guttural it's practically a command.

"Let me remove this"

His jaw clenches and his shoulders coil tight with tension at the unbearably slow way you allow him to untie the knot at your waste and loosen the silk robe around your body until it slowly fall to your shoulders and then pooling at your feet.

You gulp looking at him intimidated by the heat radiating off of him as the steam in the bathroom rises.

He lets out a rough guttural sound as his eyes obsorb the full scope of your bare skinned vulnerability.

"Turn around"

He murmurs low and smooth.

"Face the mirror"

Your hands are already trembling unaware of what's to come as you turn your back to him and walk over a few steps to the bathroom sink and look into the steam fogged mirror.

When he steps behind you his broad frame towers over you, the radiating heat of his want and need for you burns hot against your back. He watches you watch him in the mirror while he runs a gently hand down your arm lightly caressing your sensitive skin as if you'd shatter beneath his touch if hes not careful. His heavy breathing behind your head bleeds into heavy panting.

His eyes take in every inch of your nakid frame, his hands trembling with visceral need while both of his hands travel down the soft flesh of your waist.

"Don't move."

He pants heavily.

"Don't look away"

You breath deeply in unison with his obvious panting as you gulp, your throat tight with nerves while you nod silently at his command.

"You're mesmerizing. From the moment you entered that thrown room...I was at your mercy..."

He bites his bottom lip restraining himself from desperately ravishing you and taking you right here. Right now. Because that's what he's been burning alive inside to do since he met you. His fingers press into your waist and squeezes tight before they move lower to your thighs caressing and feeling your plush flesh to commit every dip and curve to his memory.

"I intend to deflower your perfect innocence in every way...until you're full with my heir."

He huffs as the smoke from the steam in the bathroom collects in clouds around his warm breath.

You can barely breath at the foreign animalistic intensity between the two of you, you pant heavily.

"Your majesty I-I- was under the impression....I-I was certain that...y-you had n-no interest in m-me"

His grip on your thighs tightens with a sudden wave of frustration that seethes through him.

"No interest!?"

He repeats your words as if it's the most absurd thing he's ever heard.

"I've wanted to throw all sense of royal propriety out of the window the moment we locked eyes in that thrown room"

He caresses his hand upward toward your waist again.

"Just at the slightest opportunity to touch you..."

Your chest rises and falls heavily breathing deeply in pure arousal.

"T-the b-bath? You'll join me?"

It's a clear invitation that he doesn't intend to turn down. And a low groan growls from his chest primitive and rough, all because of that one request, and it's all he needed to hear and any remaining doubt in his mind washes away as his fingers dig into your waist with a firmness that senses a sharp tingle through you.

"Yes"

The word finally pushes its way out of his throat his voice dark and in heat.

He turns you to face him one last time before the two of you get into the tub. He pulls you flush pressed against him, as you hands move up to gently cup his sharp jaw, before gently pulling him down in a slow and soft kiss.

Your soft lips caressing his triggers his fingers to dig harder into the tender flesh at your waist. The kiss so delicate and gentle from you that it sets a fire to a flame he's kept at bay for you. He can feel himself becoming greedier, he snaps yanking you in rough at your waist, he returns your kiss with something more powerful, more intense.

You moan eagerly against his lips that consume yours in a heated kiss. And when you do it only makes him break further, the fresh sound of your moans making him crack at the seams. He yearns to hear your sweet moans more and more, his greed consuming him. He roughly caresses his hands along your back, pressing his fingers into your soft flesh, while his opposite hand comes up to grab the back of your neck, not rough, just possessive.

He moves on pure instinct as he presses you up against the sink countertop. His kisses desperate for connection to you as they move from you lips wet and soft down your neck, shoulders and then your chest. Each kiss leaving a burning desire in it’s wake.

"Y-your m-majesty....the b-bath"

You stammer in arousal as your new husband ravishes you.

He releases a deep and starved groan against your chest that he plants an unreasonable amount of open mouthed kisses and love bites on. He can't take it anymore, he just needs you, more of you—. All of you. He takes a harsh breath after inhaling you against you neck now, his need for you so visceral now he's painfully hard and twitching against your thighs with pure need.

"The bath can wait"

He growls against your neck his voice so rough it's practically farel with need.

"I need you now princess, I-I don't know how much more I can take"

His voice broken with need already at your mercy.

"M-my lord I-it's my f-first time..."

Your face hot from pleasure and ecstasy as you cunt is practically drips down your thigh.

His body goes taut at your reminder that you're untouched. His eyes darken with pure lust making his breathing turn ragged against your skin, he's barely able to think straight now at the possessive reminder to completely and utterly deflower your pretty little body.

He's going to take you. Have you in every way possible, have you all night. He'll be your one and only to touch, to have and to hold until your both dead and rotting, his groan is guttural realizing he's going to fuck you absolutely stupid tonight until you can't even think.

"Yes...I-I had almost forgotten that you're...a virgin"

He clears his throat.

"Noble women remain untouched until marriage."

He curses under his breath, his eyes soaking in every nook and cranny of your body like a man starved. His fingers tighten on your hips again, his body nearly shaking with desire.

You gulp and correct him.

"your queen now...my lord..."

You murmurs softly, your hands grazing across his chest as you attempts to remove his garments, untieing and loosening the straps.

He tenses under your touch like a vice his body immediately reacting to your words as he lets you undress him. His eyes follows your every movement that undoes another layer of red royal fabric that falls to the floor until every curve of swollen and toned muscle flexes under your sight. You hold your breath for a moment taking in his towering muscular frame before you, while your hands gently and slowly run along his pecks that flex reflexively under your soft touch. Making him let out a soft gruff sound.

"My queen..."

He obsorbs the words that haven't registered fully since the ceremony that morning.

"I mean't what I said"

His words are stern, your eyes and ears perk up at him while he takes your roaming hands on his chest and holds them there in his.

"I fully intend to take care of you. And protect you. Reguardless of our emotional connection. It's my duty and my honor to fulfill the promise and vow I made on that alter today"

The words roll from his lips rough and crass. And you can see it in his sharp golden eyes that burn into you with an intensity that makes your needs buck slightly. That he means every word.

"I would die for my kingdom, and I grant my wife with that same honor"

Your eyes soften and glimmer on his as he takes your hands to plant a gentle kiss there on your curled knuckles, before he guides you to the steaming bath.

When he moves toward the bath you follow behind him, he steps into the steaming bath first, sitting with his back pressed against the white porceline and lending a graceful hand to help you inside.

When you sink into the bath it's warm like a hug as you lay back against Zuko's firm and toned chest. As soon as you're submerged he grips strong hands at your shoulders, before planting wet kisses there that leave you tingling all over.

"Tell me if you want me to stop..."

He plants another tender kiss on your shoulder blade.

"Or I swear I won't be able to"

His words desperate and gravelly as he plants continuous gentle kisses at the lining of your back.

"I will..."

"Promise me"

His voice is rough with need and a slight undertone of worry. He doesn't want to hurt you. But with what he's feelings he knows he'll loose all composure, he won't be able to think, he won't care, he'll just be filled with the primal need to deflower every sweet and untouched part of you until you babbling nothingness. He knows you have no clue what you're in for. He takes a deep breath inhaling and exhaling against your damp shoulder blade.

"I promise your majesty...I will tell you.."

His hands move under the water to grip your waist his large rough fingers pressing at the plump and soft flesh there. he leaves soft wet kisses to your neck, the feeling of his rock hard length throbs against the flesh of your ass as you release yet another soft and gentle moan.

He groans at the sound of your moaning and nips his teeth there. His hands grip tightly to your soft flesh until his massive veiny hands are groping and fondeling your breasts.

When you whimper it makes him let out a desperate groan that rattles the back of his throat.

"You're driving me absolutely insane..."

He murmurs quiet against your shoulder.

The feeling of him groping you makes you whimper, your bottom lip quivering with need as your face overheats with an unbelievable desire for more.

"Touch me....Zuko p-please"

He gnarls at your request with a growl that gives you butterflies as the bath water sloshes violently. he presses you up against the other end of the bath tub and leans over you.

"Where?"

He demands it roughly, with the eagerness to please you.

"Tell me exactly where you want my hands?"

Without speaking you gently take his hand under the water between your thighs until his hand finds your soft folds. making your flushed face let out a soft needy moan.

Zuko's entire body tenses at the feeling of you hot, wet, and soft core under his touch. A sharp exhale seethes through his teeth as he drags the fingertip of his index finger along your sensitive bud of hooded flesh.

"Fuck,"

he grits through his teeth.

His other hand grips the back of your neck almost painfully as he leans in close to growl against your lips.

"What else? Tell me where you need me."

His voice gravelly with the hunger of a thousand wolves as his fingers press through your sensitive flesh under the water, the water between you sloshing with his intentional movements between your legs.

Your moans are deep and echo with primal ecstasy at the first time you've ever felt such pleasure, the moans erupt each and every time if not louder and more intense as his fingers push harder into your walls curling into that tender hidden spot.

Your hands grip his shoulders with a firmness that only makes him crazier about you. He buries Farel groans in crook of your neck while his fingers dig into you with a force that's almost making you cry. your lips quiver with pleasure.

"I-I n-need you to t-take me..."

You moan deeply as he slows the movements of his fingers into you. He backs up enough to lock eyes with you.

"Are you sure princess?"

You whimper with pure need for him as you slowly nod yes. He nods in acceptance of your request and wraps you around his waist to lift you out of the bath tub. Your light as a father while he holds you to his chest stepping from the bath, water dripping from your heated bodies.

He eagerly presses you against the wall, his hands gripping hard to the flesh of your thighs as he rasps between your lips in a longing and greed to have more, more of you, each rough kiss leaving a burn in it's wake, you cup the back of head in an attempt to ground yourself through the storm of Zuko's ravenous lust. He groans as if he's been starved for weeks, months, years as he presses you harder against the wall and teases his thick swollen tip at your sapping entrance that's already dripping down his pulsing and veiny shaft that craves the feeling of your soft wet clenching walls. fighting his animalistic desire to push through you but he holds back, his muscles coiled tight like a vice his veins protruding at his shoulders as he rasps and pants heavy against your lips after breaking the kiss.

"(Y/n) please...I don't wanna hurt you"

He pants heavily his lips leaving open mouthed kisses against your neck in the spiral of his visceral need to have you. His throbbing cock twitches at your entrance, one of his hands gripping hard at the wall just beside your head. His eyes widen at a sudden feeling of your gentle hands cupping his sculpted jaw, holding his face up to meet his eyes. Your eyes glimmer with tenderness despite your clearly disheveled, ravished and breathless display.

"Just breathe my lord..."

Your voice is the softness cutting through his storm of desire for you. He closes his eyes and catches his breath, inhaling and exhaling as he drops his forehead to yours.

He settles only just enough to drop to his knees helplessly and hoisting your legs over his shoulders. His scared face intense on yours as he digs HARD into your hips drawing you over his mouth and kissing your inner thighs just before where you want him most.

The sight of him so at your mercy takes your breath away and draws a raspy moan from your quivering lips. He teases his tongue at your inner thigh and leaves a trail of kisses up your thigh until his rough , cold and wet tongue drags from the bottom of your entrance to the top of your clit while he nibbles on your clit. He groans against you letting you feel the vibration he sends you through your tender core. Your pussy throbs with need as he nips your clit just to repetitively suck hard at your sensitive raw flesh. You let out a guttural moan that spurs him on more, and when he roughens his eager mouth against your slick folds your thigh tremble around his head. You uncontrollably grip you hands into his long dark hair tight, just to fight back the orgasm pulsing through every angle of your body, his strong firm hands grip so hard into your thighs that he's leaving a mark for sure just to keep your thighs forces apart just to ensure that you can't squirm and keep him from tasting every drop of your sweet juices.

He keeps his face buried between the thighs he keeps firmly spread under his grip as you break and cry out in so much pleasure that your seeing stars at the constant feeling of his teeth teasing at your already red and overstimulated clit. He groans against your core as if he's been starved and is finally having his first meal in weeks. Your toes curl around his head and your hands grip harder into his hair when his index and middle finger push past your slick lips and massages the inner flesh there careful not to push to far and pop your hymen. He keeps feast and fingering your pussy until you're screaming his name.

"Zuko!! God please!! Zuko!!"

He ignores your cries in his own selfish and desperate need to make you come undone for him until you're blacking out and seeing stars. Your body trembles around his head as your liquid cream leaks on his tongue, and he sucks you through your orgasm like a suction until you're whimpering softly in the aftermath.

You whine weakily as your trembling subsides. He holds you there tasting you gently until you're completely quiet. Then without a second though he lifts you from the wall of the bathroom, your legs still on his shoulders as he steps from the bathroom and into the warm torch lit honeymoon suite. He drops you down into dark red satin sheets letting you sink in, he pants heavily as the sight of you already ruined before he's even given you what he's been wanting this entire time, he leans in to kiss your lips with a tenderness traveling them down your neck, shoulder and chest.

"(Y/n) are you okay?"

You nod weakily and he can't help but feel a shred of pride at the sight of you undone by him. He cages you in with massive arms, his eyes glimmering and tender on yours. Your legs wrap around his toned and bare waste.

"It's going to hurt at first princes I promise it just at first okay?"

You nod understanding the threshold you've now crossed.

"You remember..."

He pants heavily over you his cheeks brimming red with a need for you so deep he's loosing his patience.

"You promised me you'd tell me if I'm too rough..."

You nod seeing his Adam's apple bob in a gulp as you suddenly feel your slick lips spreading at the feeling of his swollen and needy cock head that's slowly pushing past your dripping entrance. You feel his girth fill your walls tight around him until you whine and moan in pain and pleasure at the feeling of him pushing past flesh that keeps you pure.

He lets of a deep groan that tears from his throat when he feels your walls like a slick rubber band around his throbbing cock. He grunts muscles coiled tight as he grips the silk sheets by your head. His eyes clammed tight as hips roll into you slow.

"Fuckkkk...."

His tone broken with a whimper that follows, his breath fogging from his lips at he pants.

"Hold onto me..."

He whispers quietly to you as you press your hands at his lower back.

"Hold tight...ngh...I-I'm not going to be able to stop (y/n)"

And without hesitation he's thrashing mercilessly into you. Every motion smooth with a roll of hips in a perfectly rough and fast pace, his muscles taut and flex with unhinged need as he huffs and whimpers pushing so far into your unfamiliar body that your trembling with each deep and mean thrust. You cry out in pleasure, your eyes dampening with unbearable pleasure. His swollen needy cock taking ownership of every unexplored nook and cranny of your inner womb, his groans are primal, guttural and strained from the back of his throat. Every untamed and aroused moan that tears from you only makes him crave more of you.

"I'm so damn greedy for you (y/n)"

He strains loudly but never slows his intensity or roughness. His cock head pressing hard into your soft and tender cervix that's dripping with slick.

You arch beneath him writhing with ecstasy and desire that brims with a sharp shock wave of pure unriddled pleasure from your finger tips to your toes. He takes your squirming hands and pin them above your head squeezing your wrists so hard it makes you wince in pain. He drives harder sweat beads forming at his forehead, his golden irises locked on you like your prey while he's brushing and tenderizing the deepest and most hidden parts of her womb and cervix, and it sends chills through you. He's blacked out, his eyes locked on you, there's nothing behind his eyes, only the intention to ruin you, make you forget your name, and to make you scream his.

You're already crying out so loud the entire honeymoon villa can hear you.

"Zuko!! Shit! Shit! Shit!!"

"That's it, let them all hear you giving me a heir"

His voice his gravely, rough and raspy with an never ending desire for every little sound that you make, every whimper, every, cry, makes him absolutely FAREL and he's only getting greedier as he lifts you from the bed in the meanest way just to slam you against the wall so hard your breathless before he's consuming your lips in a rough and open mouthed kiss to muffle the strangled moans that erupt from you when he buries his veiny and swollen cock right back into you. His hips slam hard into you with relentlessness splashing your slick against his red and raw v-line and his never ending stamina while he grips hard into the plush soft flesh of your thighs. He grips a monstrous hand behind your throat before he bites down hard into your neck while he's making you babble nonsense with every wild snap of his hips that's bruising your cervix.

He rasps hard his breathing heavy at the now sensitive bitten into flesh of your neck. His veiny hand at the back of your neck tightening with a thrust that slams you into the wall and sends moans and cries that strangle from your throat at his ruthless strokes. Your womb throbs with need for him, your toes curl feeling that electrifying intensity that commands your entire body to stutter with an unearthing orgasm that shatters through you, making tears spill down your face.

"Zuko!!!"

You beg his name at the top of our lungs as your nails break the skin on his shoulders. And Zuko's grunting and whimpering at the overwhelming feeling of your clenching walls from your orgasm and your nails breaking his skin. He slows down pacing himself while you whine and ride out your orgasm.

"Good girl....let it all out.."

He trembles with taut need is muscles tense and coiled tight like a spring as his veins in his biceps protrude boldly. He places a gentle kiss to your forehead caressing your hair now. He his arms underneath your knees. Your panting still heavy as he carries you princess style to the bed.

"I want to show you something"

His voice is gentle as he gently lays you down. He grabs a hair tie to quickly wrap his long dark locks into a bun before he's pulling you on top of him on the silk sheets of the bed. His chest rises and falls heavily, your gaze meeting his in a fit of confusion as he has you straddling his waste.

His strong veiny hands grip tight at your waste rubbing his thumb gently at the plush flesh there. You look at him in your most ruined state.

"W-What's t-this?"

Your voice is raspy from screaming as you plant your trembling hands down to spread across his chest.

"You're going to ride me."

Your eyes widen at his foreign implication.

"r-ride you...?"

His hands grip firm and tight against your ass with a growl that he grits through his teeth as he hisses.

"Yeah. Can you life up for me princess?"

You listen to him but you're still confused.

"What's—,"

He cuts you off gently rubbing and teasing at your bottom lip.

"Don't ask questions...I'm going to show you"

And before you can fix your lips to ask more questions his tight grip on your waist has him slowly guiding you down on his juicy precum slick cock that's still throbbing and veiny for you mixing with the aftermath of your slick for your previous round. You let out a tortured mule as he slips into you and your walls that instantly clench around him, making him whimper slightly. his hands already tightening on the sheets, before they clam down on your hips again.

"You intend to give me an heir...yes?"

Your lips quiver as you nod. Your nervously clammy hands still pressed to his chest.

"Y-yes...I-I intend to—,"

But before you provide him with an answer he already knows he guides your hips in a rolling motion at his waist that makes his breath catch.

"Holy fuck..."

He murmurs through his gritting teeth, as you follow his guiding motions of your hips into something unexpectedly rougher that makes Zuko tear a husky whimper from his throat deep and guttural, each roll of your hips rubbing his already sensitive swollen tip against your g spot.

You cry out groping your breast in arousal while his hands stay bruisingly tight on your waste that carefully rolls, he releases gruff and and strained groans, he's trying so hard not to take control and to let you have this but his patience is so thin, he groans in frustration his face twisted in pleasure and irritation before he's slamming you all the way down on his girth drawing an intense moan from you.

"God I need to fill you with my child....god fucking dammit all of my children!"

He exclaimed officially and utterly pussy drunk on you, his hips thrusting upward in rough motions as his calloused hands slam you down with each thrust on his needy cock, your pussy sopping wet making sloshing and splashing sounds bounce off of the walls at every collision of your hips. The intense and massive collisions have you at your limit as you whine, whimper and moan while your body trembles completely and utterly dumbified as you're babbling utter nothingness while he slams his hips into your g spot forcing yet another orgasm to corse through your veins.

but this time the intensity and the clenching of your walls around his tender and bolbus cock send Zuko over the edge and he's releasing his white sticky sap that coats your walls in his thick white mess with so much that it's filling and leaking from you at the same time, while your orgasm crashes through you making you seize slightly from the immense and tremendous pleasure, your nails dig into his sculpted abs as you both climax.

Zuko's groan loud, strained, guttural with a whimper that followed as you completely and utterly collapse in exhaustion onto his chest.

Both of you panting heavily as if you had ran a marathon, both of you catch your breath as Zuko rubs the back of your head and your back.

For the remainder of your honeymoon with your new husband you and Zuko had taken every 'obligatory' opportunity to copulate for an heir, and time to get to know eachother, two weeks in your honeymoon villa felt more like a month. Sex in the bath tub, sex in the balcony, sex in different guest rooms, sneaking past their servants just to be quick in a hidden room somewhere. And in between it all somehow you both found a safe place within each other. Shortly after your honeymoon you discovered you were pregnant with Firelord Zuko's first heir. You were both pleased of course, your pregnancy was divine, Zuko was protective, devoted and noble. Though his patience for his palace staff grew shorter in your defense, he ensured under no circumstances that you'd be unhappy. Healthy diet, belly rubs and forehead kisses galore, and you know what? You were pretty sure a secluded life like this forever wasn't so bad. His queen, the mother of his child and the key to his heart.

A few months after the birth of you and Zuko's first heir the three of you had found solice in a picnic in the garden of the palace, a down to earth setting that the two of you had grown to enjoy, your newborn son cooing wrapped and swaddled on the blanket next to you while zuko feeds you grapes, the warmth of the afternoon summer sun cascades apon you and your family, a servant fans you with the perfect breeze. Zuko lets you chew another sour green grape before looking over at your adorable son.

"(Y/n) we will probably need another heir soon..."