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HOW could you hate this little guy ☹️
GEGE GIVE ME BACK MY SON
Caught between two giants in a tight locker♡
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I will follow you till' the end of the world - Mydei x F!reader SMAU
06. Don't be delusional
At some point the quiet of your room had stopped feeling peaceful and started feeling irritating. Everything felt too still, too slow, like the world had decided to pause and with it the summer heat arrived at the same time.
You weren't much of a summer person, loving the cold seasons, but the heat at this point was kicking you out from your own home!
"Okay" you muttured, already slipping your shoes on "we're going outside."
No plan, no destination, just walking wherever the warm wind takes you.
Shattering (Phainon x Reader)
The Wishbearer: Part I
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Synopsis: For centuries, Phainon has been cursed to grant mortal desires—compelled to answer every wish, no matter how hollow or greedy, while being forbidden from wanting anything himself. Watched by a greedy god, he exists only to serve, never to choose.
But then he hears your longing, and it shakes something loose in him. Because whatever is forming between you was never meant to exist. And the universe is starting to notice.
A/N: The concept of this story came to me in a dream months ago and refused to leave until I finally wrote it. This is part I of a multi-part series. The series is already mostly written. I’m just finalizing and posting each part due to the length. :) Enjoy!
Tags: Slow Burn. Emotional Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Demigod!Phainon. Mythic Fantasy AU (Vaguely Modern Setting). Yearning. Banter. Philosophical Tangents. Identity Issues. Touch Starvation. Reader POV. Phainon POV.
Word count: 8052
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Phainon remembers heat.
Not the gentle warmth of sunlight or the comforting glow of a hearth, but a searing, consuming heat that burned through everything soft inside him and replaced it with something divine.
Something other. A power that hummed beneath his skin like a second heartbeat. Constant, relentless, not entirely his own.
But before the heat, before the transformation, before the curse, before he became something more and less than human, Phainon remembers fire.
I will follow you till' the end of the world - Mydei x F!reader SMAU
05. Same spot, same crowd
Mydei, what to say about the biggest rockstar out there? he spent most of his life in his garage composing music, in hope of finding a spark of light that would turn into a big rockstar group, at first he didn't really have a purpose , he just thought it was a fun little idea that maybe in some way, could turn into something bigger.
He hadn't expected it to become his.
Now, he sat quietly in his room, the noise of a big crowd long gone, replaced by something far more quiet. Fan notes lay scattered in front of him, folded paper and rushed handwriting, pieces of strangers thoughts left behind after the show.
For a long time, he had told himself none of it mattered, it was just music, a noise he created, something he happened to be good at.
But his fingers hovered over one of the notes unmoving, maybe, somewhere along the way, he had found a purpose after all....
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zuko having one child is insane i would’ve been pregnant every damn year
#KeepPounding
he'll warm up soon it's okay
oh god i’m back in the building
Ok so since the avatar movie came out everyone is talking about gaang (baang) but hear me out
TAGAAAAAA
LIKE GUYSSS WRITE FOR HIM PLEASEE
HE HAS BEEN PENT UP THOUSAND OF YEARSSSSS
I'M WILLING TO GIVE OUT IDEAS BUT PLEASEE WRITE HIMMMMM
SMUT WRITERSSSS
HE'S LITERALLY SO TALL AND BUFFF LIKE HELLOOOO???
HEADLOCK MEEEEE
MATING PRESSSSSS
I NEED HIMMMMM 😭😭😭😭
wait guys hear me out; Sokka getting jealous of Taga because reader is giving him attention and even agreed with Zuko about Taga being attractive (slightly baised off of this edit )
I would write it myself but i lack the creativity in writing 🤕🤕
So I've seen a lot of Aang, Zuko, and Sokka x reader fics but like, when is it taga's turn cause that guy is just delicious 😋
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chap. summary + warnings: cursing, taga is pretty ooc, this is the beginning of where we’ll start losing the actual plot a bit (you’ll see), i mean is tension a warning?? bc that’s this whole chapter, lmk if i missed anything!
wc: 3.1k
The room is quieter now. Not silent, but settled.
Katara’s hands remain steady, the soft glow of water flickering against the man’s skin.
“I need a second,” Aang says quietly, the comment aimed at Katara. “Can you come with me?”
Katara hesitates as she glances between Aang and the stranger.
“Yeah, just for a moment,” she says, pulling her hands away. Before she leaves, Katara shoots you a look, silently asking you to continue healing the man while she’s gone.
You nod, already close enough to apply the skills Katara had been teaching you over the years. A cool sensation reaches your fingertips as your hands hover over the muscular man below you.
Behind you, Sokka and Toph are still bickering about something that doesn’t matter.
But you’re not focused on them.
Not entirely.
Because you’re still aware that Zuko is beside you. The fact that he hasn’t moved.
There’s a shift in the air. Subtle, but enough for you to notice it.
“Wait-”
His eyes snap open as he bolts upright. Air explodes outward in a sharp, violent gust. You flinch, bracing for an impact, one that never comes.
Something moves in front of you first.
Zuko.
His arm comes up instinctively, blocking the force as it whips past.
For a moment, you don’t move. Don't speak. You just remain there, aware of him. How close he is. The heat at your side. The way he didn’t hesitate. And the way he still hasn't moved.
“Earthbender!” the man shouts, turning sharply towards Toph, air spiraling around him again as he prepares to strike. But, before he gets the chance, Aang interrupts.
“Hey! Stop, she’s not your enemy. You’re safe.”
“Wow,” Toph says dryly.” Someone woke up on the wrong side of the mountain.”
The man’s breaths slow down, his chest rising and falling erratically as the tension drains from his body. His eyes move across the room, taking in each face, one by one. Confusion. Disorientation. Something heavier beneath it.
And then-
They stop on you. Not exactly a glance, more so a pause. Almost like he’s trying to place something that isn’t there.
He pushed up from his position, showing a thick, powerful bicep and a shoulder that caught the lighting just right. As he straightened, his muscles flexed, emphasizing their definition.
Not bad for a 1,000 year old man…
“Where is she?” he questions, his voice sharp. “Where’s Avatar Sonam?”
The group looks at each other, obvious discomfort sweeping across everyone's faces.
“You’ve been asleep for a long time,” Aang begins. “Many things have changed, I’m the avatar now.” He says carefully.
“Then that means Sonam…” The man trails off.
“Well! On the bright side, you’re an airbender too! Which means Aang’s not the last!” Sokka says
A frown falls on the man’s face. “Last?”
Silence envelopes the room.
Aang exhales slowly. “The Air Nomads… they’re gone.”
The man doesn’t react immediately, instead he stares blankly. Almost like he’s waiting for Aang to correct himself, but the moment never comes.
“Then.. the staff,” he lifts his head. “It’s our only chance.”
“A weapon?” Aang cuts in.
The man shakes his head. “No,” his voice steadies. “It’s a gift.”
“She gave it to me. Before…everything. She believed air shouldn’t disappear with us.”
His eyes flick up again, resting on you.
“Not completely.”
Aang inhales sharply- something finally clicks. His eyes widen, something bright and overwhelming breaking through all at once. “Then.. that means-” He doesn’t finish. He turns, and rushes outside.
“Aang- wait!” Katara calls out, already beginning to move after him.
Sokka follows quickly, throwing one last confused glance over his shoulder. Toph lingers just long enough to mutter something inaudible under her breath before she heads out as well.
Zuko doesn’t move right away. He’s stood now, watching. For a second it almost feels like he may say something. But he doesn’t. His jaw tightens slightly before he looks away, and follows the others out.
Just like that, everyone’s gone. Everyone but you and this stranger.
The flaps of the tent shut behind the others, and the room settles into a quieter kind of stillness. One that’s contained and comfortable.
You remain where you are, knees pressed into the floor, hands hovering faintly over him as the last traces of water cling to your fingertips. For a second, you consider getting up, following the others out…
but you don’t.
A few silent moments pass before he speaks.
“You stayed.”
His voice is different now. Lower. Calmer. Layered with a hint of confusion.
You glance up at him, one brow lifting slightly. “Yeah, well… someone had to make sure you didn’t wake up and start trying to throw people through walls again.”
There’s the faintest shift in his expression, subtle, but unmistakable. It’s not quite a smile, but still close enough to count.
“I suppose that’s fair.”
You let out a small breath through your nose, attention drifting back to your hands as you refocus. The water responds more easily this time, slower and steadier, like it’s finally listening.
“You’re not as bad as you were a minute ago,” you mutter. “That’s progress.”
“I’ll take it,” he replies.
A brief silence settles again, softer this time.
It doesn’t feel like you need to fill it, but you do anyway.
“So… Avatar Sonam,” you say, glancing at him. “You knew her well?”
That gets a more noticeable reaction.
His gaze shifts slightly, something more distant slipping in around the edges.
“Yes.”
The answer is simple, but his tone has weight behind it.
You tilt your head just a little. “That didn’t sound like a casual acquaintance.”
A quiet exhale leaves him, almost like he wasn’t expecting the question, but doesn’t mind answering it.
“She wasn’t,” he says. “She was… everything the world needed her to be.”
You huff lightly. “That sounds exhausting.”
That actually earns you a real reaction, a faint breath of amusement.
“It was,” he admits. “But she never treated it that way.”
You study him for a moment, something about the way he talks about her catching your attention. It’s clear that what he’s felt for her is different from respect, there’s something deeper. Familiar.
“Sounds like you admired her.”
His gaze flicks back to you, more focused now.
“I did.”
“And you?” he asks, quieter. “The way you spoke to your Avatar… you seem close.”
You hesitate, just for a second.
“Yeah,” you admit. “Aang’s… Aang. Kind of impossible not to be close to him.”
A small smile tugs at your lips despite yourself. “Even when he’s being reckless.”
“Reckless?” he echoes.
“You didn’t see him five minutes ago?” you gesture vaguely toward the door. “Runs off the second he has a life-changing realization. Very on brand.”
That earns another quiet huff from him- easier this time.
“I suppose some things don’t change.”
“Guess not.”
The conversation dips again, but it doesn’t feel like it’s ending. It feels like it’s shifting.
You glance back at him, studying him a little more openly now.
“For what it’s worth,” you say, a bit more casually, “you handled waking up a thousand years in the future pretty well.”
He raises a brow slightly. “Did I?”
“You only tried to attack two people,” you shrug. “Could’ve been worse.”
That gets a smile.
“Wow, high praise.”
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
For a moment, neither of you speaks, falling into a comfortable silence once again, but his gaze lingers.
“You’re calm,” he says after a second. “More than the others.”
You blink at that. “You’re saying that like it’s unusual.”
“It is,” he replies simply. “Most people react differently to things they don’t understand.”
You glance down briefly, considering what he’s said.
“I’ve got some experience with that,” you say, tone lighter than the thought behind it.
He doesn’t push. Just nods, like that answer is enough.
You hesitate for a second, then huff quietly.
“…I’ve been talking to you this whole time and I don’t even know your name.”
That catches his attention more than anything else so far.
“Taga.” he says.
You repeat it quietly, like you’re testing it on your tongue. “Taga.”
A small nod follows.
You begin your introduction, “I’m-
“I know, he cuts you off. “They said your name.”
Taga's gaze doesn't waver.
"I know," he repeats, quieter this time. "They said your name."
You blink. "...Okay. And?"
Weirdo. Why’d he repeat himself? …Maybe he’s got some brain damage?
"And nothing." The faintest trace of something crosses his face, not quite amusement, not quite curiosity. Something in between. "I just wanted you to know I was listening."
And then it clicks.
Oh.
Oh no.
Did this fucker hear me call him attractive?
You clear your throat, pulling your hands back from him fully now, the last traces of water dissolving into the air. "Well. You're healed enough. Don't go throwing people through walls and you should be fine."
You move to stand, gathering yourself.
“Leaving so soon?”
“I’m sure the others are waiting,” you say simply.
He nods slowly, his eyes are still tracking you in a steady, unhurried rhythm- one that you find unsettling. He’s focused. Analyzing you like you’re something that’s worth paying attention to.
Snap out of it.
“Thank you for staying.”
You pause, your hand resting on a tent pole. “Don’t mention it.”
The air hits you first. It’s cooler out here, the kind of cold that makes you feel like you can finally breathe again. You can hear the others nearby, Sokka’s voice carrying over everything else as Aang’s laugh cuts through it.
Then you notice something- rather, someone.
Zuko is standing maybe ten feet from the door.
Not walking. Not doing anything, really. Just…standing there with his arms crossed, his eyes set somewhere in the distance, seemingly nowhere in particular. It honestly may have been convincing if you’d come out thirty seconds later.
You stare at him.
He looks over, and something flickers across his face- it’s not quite shame, and definitely not surprise, but he relaxes his features, allowing them to settle back to neutral.
“Hey,” he finally says.
You look at him. At the door. Then back at him.
“..How long have you been standing there?”
Silence.
“...I just got here.”
You look at him for a moment, noticing the tips of his ears are a light shade of red.
Sure you did.
You don’t say anything directly. But the way you look at him is saying it for you, and he knows it, because his jaw does that thing- the tight, barely-there thing- and he looks away first.
“He okay?” Zuko asks, still not looking you in the eyes.
“You tell me,” you say, shifting slightly, preparing to join the rest of the group.
Before you can step away, the tent flap opens.
Taga steps through it, and there’s about half a second where it’s just the three of you. Zuko standing close enough behind you that you feel him pause.
Taga looks at you first. Then at Zuko. His look isn’t exactly suspicious, it’s more pointed. The same steady, unhurried attention he seems to give everything.
The corner of his mouth lifts slightly.
“ ‘They’re waiting,’ hm?” he asks, the question directed at you.
“...Yeah,” you say, nodding your head towards the others.
He holds your gaze for a moment before he moves forward towards the group, unhurried, and rather unbothered.
You turn your head slightly, just enough to catch Zuko’s expression.
His eyes are tracking Taga with a specific kind of stillness, the kind that means he’s working very hard at seeming like he doesn’t care.
He shouldn’t.
You face forward again. “Come on,” you say quietly.
Without responding, he follows behind you to join the others.
When you reach the group, Aang is already pacing. There’s a different energy to him now, restlessness, almost too overwhelming for the space around him.
He looks up, noticing the three of you approaching.
“You said the staff can give bending,” Aang says quickly. “How?”
Taga doesn't answer right away. He steps forward steadily. “It wasn’t meant for everyone,” he says. “Only those who have the strength to wield it without losing themselves entirely."
“Losing themselves?” Sokka repeats. “That’s a little concerning, isn’t it?”
Toph snorts. “Well aren’t you a smart cookie?”
“It means power without proper balance is dangerous,” Taga replies simply.
Aang seems to filter out a few of the previous comments, stepping closer as urgency bled into his voice. “But it can bring back airbenders?”
Taga eyes meet Aang’s once again. “Yes. Only if we reach it first.”
You glance at him, briefly.
He notices.
Of course he’d notice.
And across from you, Zuko notices too. That look.
The look you used to give him so many years ago.
“We’ll leave now,” Aang decides almost instantly. “If they’re after it too, we can’t risk getting there late.”
“The journey won’t be easy,” Taga adds. “We must travel through the Endless Ocean.”
Sokka groans. “We can never catch a break, can we?”
Katara steps forward, arms firmly crossed. “Then we’ll go together,” she says. “Like we always do.”
Taga studies her for a moment thoughtfully. “The skies can be unforgiving,” he says carefully. “Especiallly for those who aren’t used to them.”
Katara’s eyes narrow in return. “Well, then it’s a good thing I’m not doing this alone.”
You can almost feel Toph grinning from somewhere behind you.
“Yeah,” you add, “we’re pretty much a package deal.”
Taga’s gaze shifts to you, with that same quiet focus. “I’ve noticed.”
“Right!” Aang claps his hands together, cutting through whatever moment may have been forming between you and Taga. “Then it’s settled.” He steps forward, smiling brighter than usual, if that’s even possible. “Welcome to Team Avatar.”
“...What was your name again?”
“Taga.” He says plainly.
Sokka’s brows lift, “Cool. Very mysterious.”
“Alright,” Aang says, already moving. “Let’s go. We can talk more on the way.”
-
The steady hum of the airship settles beneath your feet as it cuts through the sky, the structure creaking softly with each shift in the wind. The open sky compliments the atmosphere, stretching endlessly beyond the railing.
Most of the group has spread out across the deck. Katara stands near the front, focused, her hands resting lightly against the railing as she watches the horizon. Sokka lingers nearby, talking too much as usual. Toph sits cross-legged off to the side, with an unreadable expression, though the faint tilt of her head suggests she’s listening to everything anyway.
And then there’s Taga. He stands beside you now, one hand resting loosely against the edge of the ship, his gaze fixed outward. His presence makes the space feel quieter than it actually is.
“Have you traveled like this often?” he asks after a while, the question only meant for you.
You shift slightly, leaning your weight against the railing. “More than you’d believe, but you get used to it eventually. The height stops feeling so overwhelming.”
“I don’t think I would,” he says. “Not entirely.”
A faint smile tugs at your lips. “I thought airbenders were supposed to love this kind of thing.”
“They do,” he replies. “That doesn’t mean they don’t feel the distance beneath them.”
Something about the way he says it makes your brows furrow in confusion.
Before you can respond-
“You get used to it.”
The voice comes from behind you.
You turn, startled enough that your shoulder brushes lightly against the railing.
Zuko stands there now, closer than you remember him being a moment ago.
“You just stop thinking about the fall,” he adds, gaze fixed ahead.
“...Right,” you say slowly.
Taga’s attention shifts between the two of you.
“You speak from experience?” he asks.
Zuko nods once. “Something like that.”
What was once an easy conversation now becomes edged with something sharper, something unspoken.
You exhale softly, trying to cut through it.
“Well,” you say, leaning back slightly, “I guess fear brings people together.”
Zuko shifts beside you, his arm brushing yours for the briefest second before he stills again. “Didn’t seem like you were worried earlier,” he says, quieter now.
You glance at him. “Earlier?”
“When you almost fell.”
Oh.
You huff lightly, shaking your head. “We’re still on that?”
“You could’ve gotten hurt.”
You tilt your head, a hint of something teasing slipping in despite yourself. “Careful, Zuko. Someone might think you were worried about me.”
Something crosses his face. Quick. Gone almost immediately.
“Would that be so strange?” he says lowly. Almost like he’s talking to himself more than you. He’s not teasing you back, but not exactly deflecting either.
It sounds uncomfortably close to a real question.
The air between you shifts.
And something in you, something that’s been sitting quietly at the bottom of your chest for twelve long years- it rises up before you can push it back down.
“You didn’t seem to care before.”
The words come out quieter than you intended. More honest than pointed. Like they’d been waiting just beneath the surface this whole time and that one question was enough to loosen them.
You hadn’t meant to say it. It’s definitely too late to take it back.
Zuko goes very still. Not the controlled stillness from before, something different. The kind of still that comes from something landing somewhere it wasn’t expected. His eyes stay forward, fixed on some point on the horizon that has nothing to do with any of this.
A long moment passes.
“I was going to say something,” he says carefully. Like he’s handling something fragile. “On Appa. You didn’t-”
“Yeah, I know what happened on Appa-”
“Then you know I didn’t get to finish.”
You open your mouth, preparing to say something before you close it again.
Because you hadn't actually thought about that. You'd run. You'd turned away before he could say whatever came after ‘about what happened’ and you'd spent twelve years deciding you already knew what it would have been.
What if you were wrong.
You don't say that.
You don't say anything.
The silence that follows is the loudest thing you've heard all day. Fuller than any of the ones before it. Like something just cracked open between the two of you and neither of you knows what to do about what's inside it.
Taga watches the horizon.
He doesn't say a word.
But you feel his attention shift, subtle, quiet, the way everything about him is subtle and quiet, and somehow that's worse than if he'd said something outright.
You exhale. Slow.
“Forget it,” he says. And he goes inside.
Just like that.
Just like always.
You stay at the railing, hands gripping the edge, staring at the door he just walked through as the wind tears past you. Your mind drifts to twelve years ago, how you were the one who walked away first.
Seems like you’ve both gotten very good at that.
CORAS NOTES 😛🤫🔊🔊
-> uhm this might be a good time to mention that this will almost definitely be longer than 3-4 chapters😭😭😭😭 whoops!
-> this zuko guy is nosy asl
-> ya reader is a waterbender perhaps I should’ve disclosed that earlier. surprise!
-> i wish the author would just let yn hop dih already
-> I kinda need taga too idk….
-> PLEASE comment guys it motivates me sm and it’s so funny getting to know ppl
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scale of attraction.
summary: zuko's straight-forwardness in appreciating the attractive qualities of the lone stranger saved by aang has you curious on whether you could get him to spill on what he thinks of you. (no major movie spoilers)
pairing: firelord! zuko x reader
content: fluff, idiot zuko my love, mutual pining, firelord zuko 😞🙏
"He's very attractive." Zuko admits, eyes unblinking as he stares at the unconscious stranger.
The entire team whips their heads to stare at Zuko in unconcealed shock.
"What?" Zuko mutters, gaze lingering on the surprised expressions casted onto him, before eventually landing on yours. "He is. It's all in the bone structure."
You blink, unable to process his straight-forward words that landed on you like a gut punch. You've never considered it, the fact that Zuko also found others attractive.
It seems like a completely, silly notion now that the thought has verbalised itself in your mind. Of course Zuko would notice if others were considered attractive. Maybe it just never occurred to you in all your years of knowing him—of also finding him—
You clear your throat, forcing yourself to look away from his prying gaze, confusion alight in his eyes from your taken-aback expression.
If he's unconsciously considered the attractiveness of this stranger... has he ever—no, this should not be your priority. It doesn't matter what he thinks of you, it's not like it would change a thing. He's practically admitted it non-verbally through that monotonous admission of his, that a person's looks is assessed by him in a completely, impersonal standpoint.
Bone structure? You shouldn't be curious. Knowing Zuko, he might accidentally insult your structure if you asked.
oh, so fire lord zuko made everybodys breeding kink come out huh 😭