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If he was there instead of Gyokko
i am sorry but i can only drool
How is everyone watching legend of aang when itâs not even in theaters yet?đ
hi anon!
itâs because this movie was accidentally leaked and you can watch it in HD on pirated sites like 123cine and etc. though, i hope everyone rewatch it once itâs out again to thank the animators for their hardwork. i recently got into this fandom. itâs been good for me, i hope to rewatch it once itâs officially out.
The Cinema
zukoĂreader one shot, vigilante au
âFuck⌠fuck, fuck, shit.â
The curses tears out of him the moment the webbing jerks tight from his wrists, pale strands snapping firm against the iron lamppost like theyâve got a personal grudge. A second later, they haul him upward with brutal force, and he slams into the brick wall hard enough to knock the breath right out of him. Boots scraping for purchase where there ought to be none, he catches himself on the sheer stone and keeps going, because apparently gravity is just a suggestion for him.
Below him, the city doesnât care. The streets hum on, busy and oblivious. Cars crawl through traffic, headlights smearing across wet pavement. Somewhere down there, a little kid no older than three points up at the sky with all the wonder in the world, thumb half-out of his mouth. His mother doesnât look up once. She only pushes the stroller faster.
He vaults the rooftop in one clean, desperate motion.
Up here, the wind bites harder. October has finally settled in, dragging cold air and rattling windows behind it. His hoodie snaps at his back as he runs, shoulders forward, feet pounding over gravel and tar until he slams through the rooftop door with a crack of splintering wood.
The stairwell swallows him whole. Dim light. Tight walls. His footsteps hit the concrete in a frantic rhythm as he takes the stairs two at a time, already reaching for the key in his pocket, fingers clumsy with panic.
âCome on⌠come onâŚâ
The lock resists him just long enough to be cruel, then gives way with a soft, blessed click.
He bursts into the apartment like heâs escaping a fire.
Aang sits cross-legged on the bed, controller loose in one hand, the blue flicker of the TV washing over his face. He doesnât even flinch.
âHey, man,â he says.
Zuko yanks the red-and-black mask off his face like it insulted him personally and tosses it aside. It lands in a heap on the bed as he starts shedding one life for another in a rush. Hoodie off. Gloves off. Suit gone.
Whatâs left is not much better. Wrinkled black trousers and a shirt that still carries the faint stain of last nightâs cheap Chinese takeout, the soy sauce dried into the fabric.
âShould I wear a tie?â Zuko mutters, mostly to himself.
Aang pauses mid-bite, popcorn hovering near his mouth. âWhere are you going?â
âThe cinema.â
Aang tilts his head, studying him like heâs an interesting species of idiot. âCute. Then no.â
Zuko exhales, slow and shaky. âGood.â
Aang grins. âSo who is she? This new flame of yours?â
âGirl from the decathlon team,â Zuko says, tugging at his sleeves, trying to flatten wrinkles that refuse to die. âCaptain, actually.â
âCool. Kataraâs probably seen her at regionals.â
Zuko glances over. âYour girlfriend swims, right?â
âYeah.â
Another handful of popcorn disappears into Aangâs mouth, entirely unconcerned with the fact that Zukoâs soul is currently exiting his body.
He turns to the mirror.
Dark hair, stubborn as ever. That birthmark over his left eye. Once, it had been all he could see when he looked at himself. Now itâs just there. Part of the face. Part of the story. Not the whole thing.
âHow do I look?â he asks.
Aang doesnât even look up at first. âLike a washer just spat you out.â
Zuko blinks. âReally?â
âMhm.â Now Aang looks at him, chewing thoughtfully.
âGod,â Zuko mutters, dragging a hand down his face.
He fixes his collar. His hair. Then fixes it again, because apparently stress has decided to live in his fingertips.
âYou could justâŚâ Aang waves lazily toward him. âGo as Spider-Man. Youâre way more confident with the mask on.â
Zuko shoots him a look sharp enough to cut glass. âI cannot walk up to a girl and say, âHello, Iâm Spider-Man.â What am I, an idiot?â
Aang grins wider. âWorked pretty well with that cute journalist.â
âThatâs different,â Zuko snaps. âThatâs-â He stops, scowling. âYouâre a hollow gourd.â
âIâm sure sheâd fall for you,â Aang says, blissfully unconcerned.
âFuck you.â
Zuko bends to grab his shoes and freezes.
ââŚAre those my Jordans?â
Aang follows his gaze down to his feet. Guilt hits his face so plainly it almost counts as a confession. âUh⌠yeah.â
They stare at each other.
Then Zuko lets out one long, broken breath. âUnbelievable.â
Aang shrugs. âYou werenât using them.â
âI am using them. Now. Tonight.â
âWellâŚâ Aang waggles one foot. âToo late?â
Zuko steps forward and holds out a hand. âTake them off.â
âCome on-â
âNow.â
Aang sighs like a martyr heading to his doom and starts unlacing them. âYou know,â he says, working the knot loose, âif this goes badly, youâll wish youâd worn the mask.â
Zuko snorts. âIf this goes badly, Iâm never leaving this room again.â
Aang hands over the left shoe. âThat bad?â
âYou donât know her.â
âNo,â Aang says, settling back against the bed. âBut I know you. And youâll either crash and burn spectacularlyâŚâ he tosses the right shoe toward him, ââŚor somehow pull it off and pretend you meant to.â
Zuko shakes his head, though a faint smile keeps tugging at his mouth. He laces up the Jordans and stands, shoulders squaring like heâs preparing for battle instead of a date.
âRight,â he says. âIâm going.â
Aang gives him a lazy salute. âTry not to die.â
The door slams behind him like thunder.
For a moment, he lingers on the landing, breath tight in his chest.
He could take the bus. He should take the bus. Normal people take the bus.
Then he turns around and goes back inside.
Aang doesnât even look up. âChanged your mind?â
âNo,â Zuko says, reaching for the mask again. âJust getting there faster.â
Aang grins. âWebs?â
Zuko nods once.
âSweet.â
And then heâs gone again.
Out in the cooling dusk, he pulls the mask down and climbs with that strange, reckless certainty he only ever finds up high. Rooftops welcome him back like old grudges. He leaps.
The city opens beneath him.
Rivers of light. Distant voices. A thousand lives moving below without noticing the one cutting through the dark overhead. His web catches, pulls, releases. Again. Again. Faster, higher, cleaner. The wind tears at him, and he loves it for that. Up here, thereâs no doubt. No hesitation. Just motion.
Near the cinema, he drops into a narrow alley, boots whispering against damp brick. He pulls off the mask and stuffs it into his pocket, then steps out into the light... and sees you.
Youâre just beyond the theater glow, head bowed, music murmuring faintly through your earphones. A Diamond Rio (the music player) rests in your hand, thumb brushing over it absently while you watch your shoes like theyâve got secrets to tell.
Beautiful.
No. Worse than that.
The most beautiful girl he has ever seen.
Zuko straightens so fast itâs almost comical, shoving the mask deeper into his pocket and wiping his hands on his trousers like thatâs going to do anything about the fact that theyâve suddenly got very sweaty.
You look up.
âHey,â you say.
His heart stutters so hard it should probably be illegal. âHey,â he answers, and the word comes out weird, like it had to force its way past his throat. âYou, uhâŚâ He gestures vaguely, then hates himself immediately for it. âYou got tickets, orâŚ?â
âI was waiting for you.â
He lets out a breath that is almost a laugh, almost relief. âRight. Yeah. That makes sense. Sorry Iâm late.â
You smile, faintly amused by his nerves. âNo problem. Iâve waited longer.â
Heat climbs up his neck at once. âSo,â he says, because if he doesnât keep talking he may simply evaporate on the spot. âCinema.â
âUnless youâve changed your mind,â you tease.
âNo! No, of course not,â he says too fast. âI love movies. Donnie Darko. I mean, Jake Gyllenhaal. Great⌠actorâŚâ The sentence dies slowly and painfully in the air.
You smile anyway. âLetâs go.â
He nods, deeply grateful that you seem too kind to mock him yet, and falls into step beside you.
Heâs already seen the film, technically. Studied it, even, just in case. Heâd wanted to be prepared for this. For you. It turns out preparation is useless when the actual thing is walking beside him. You say hello and his brain immediately starts smoking.
âTwo tickets for Donnie Darko,â you say, pulling him back to earth.
You reach for your wallet. Zuko pats his pockets. Right. Left. Back. Nothing.
âI, uh-â
But youâve already paid, smiling like itâs nothing at all.
Zuko finds five crumpled dollars in his shirt pocket and clutches them like an emergency beacon. âIâll get popcorn,â he says quickly. âAnd a drink. For you.â
If Zuko had imagined the worst, the evening still manages to be worse in ways he never thought possible.
The theater swallows them in darkness and buttery air, the smell of popcorn thick as fog. He sits beside you stiff as a man awaiting sentencing, popcorn balanced on his knee, hands hovering uselessly because they do not seem to belong to him anymore.
âSo⌠uhâŚâ he starts, then immediately wants to die. Fantastic beginning. Truly. A sentence that should win awards for panic.
You glance at him, patient.
âThe⌠cinematography,â he tries again, lowering his voice as the previews start rolling. âItâs⌠good.â
You blink. âYouâve seen it already?â
Shit.
âNo!â he says at once. Too quickly. âI mean, heard. From people. Many people. Who watch⌠films.â
You smile, just a little. Not unkindly, which somehow makes it worse. Then the lights dim further and he movie starts.
For a while, thereâs blessed silence, and he clings to it like itâs the last solid thing in the world. Ten minutes pass. Then twenty. And somehow it becomes unbearable.
He leans a little closer. Casual, he tells himself, though nothing about him feels casual.
âSo⌠Jake Gyllenhaal,â he whispers.
You turn toward him, confused. âWhat about him?â
Play dumb.
âHeâs⌠very⌠Jake Gyllenhaal in this,â Zuko says.
Not that dumb!
ââŚYes,â you say slowly.
He nods like heâs just contributed something meaningful to the conversation, then turns back to the screen and wishes the darkness might swallow him whole.
A little later, his hand brushes yours in the popcorn bucket.
He freezes.
This is it. This is how things begin, isnât it? Hands brushing. Fingers lingering. Heâs seen it. Read it. Studied it in far less terrifying movies.
Do not pull away, his brain scolds him.
Instead, his reflexes commands him to jerk back like heâs been shocked, and a small cascade of popcorn rains straight into your lap.
âShit! Sorry, I-â
âItâs okay,â you say, laughing softly as you brush the kernels away.
Laughing. At him? Maybe. Probably not, but thatâs not how it feels to him anyway.
âGreat,â he mutters under his breath. âPerfect.â Damn you, spider senses.
Later, he tries again. This time, heâs going to be bold. Bold men do not whisper about cinematography and shy away at the touch. Bold men act. Bold men seize the moment. Carpe Diem!
He turns toward you, heart hammering, and reaches for your hand too fast, too stiffly. His fingers close around yours. You blink at him. He blinks back.
â...Hi,â he says.
You smile, though it wobbles a little now. âHiâŚ?â
He lets go at once, as if only just realizing what heâs done. âSorry. I- thought there was⌠uhâŚâ
A long pause.
ââŚa bug,â he finishes weakly.
âA bug.â
âYes.â
âIn the middle of the cinema?â
ââŚYes.â
You study him for a second longer, then turn back to the screen, though the corner of your mouth is still lifted with faint, bemused amusement.
By the time the credits roll, Zuko feels like heâs survived a war and lost it on every possible front. His shoulders ache from holding himself together this long. His thoughts are a mess of every stupid thing heâs said and every second he wishes he could erase.
The lights rise slowly. People stir while standing to leave. Zuko sits there for one beat too long, gathering what little dignity he has left.
âWell,â he says at last, forcing composure into his voice. âThat was⌠a film.â
You laugh again, soft and real, and get to your feet. âIt was.â
He stands too and follows you into the aisle, uncertain, unsteady, like the floor might suddenly vanish beneath him.
Outside, the night air hits cool and sharp. You walked side by side beneath the streetlamps, the city dim and quiet around you. Zuko keeps his hands at his sides, fingers twitching with the urge to do something, anything useful. Words have failed him once already. He doesnât trust them not to betray him again.
âYouâre quieter now,â you say at last, glancing over at him.
âIâve said enough,â he mutters.
A small smile touches your lips. âYou werenât that bad.â
He stops walking.
âNot that bad?â He repeats, like heâs testing the phrase for hidden meaning.
âYes,â you say, turning to face him beneath the lamplight. âJust⌠a little intense.â
âA little.â
âA little.â
That gets the faintest ghost of a smile out of him. He starts walking again.
âI donât usually do this,â he says after a moment.
âDates?â you ask.
He grimaces. âIf thatâs what this was.â
You laugh softly. âWhat did you think it was?â
âA tactical failure?â
That earns him a real laugh this time, and it hangs between you, warm despite the cold.
âYouâre funny,â you say.
âI am not.â
âYou are. Just not on purpose.â
âThatâs worse.â
âMaybe,â you say. âBut I liked it.â
He slows. âYou⌠did?â
âI did.â
Then youâre at your door. âWell,â you say, turning toward him. âThis is me.â
âYes.â
God, say something, he tells himself.
Anything.
Instead, when you step closer, close enough that he can see the faint cloud of your breath in the cold, his mind goes completely blank.
âYou have⌠good⌠door placement,â he says.
You stare at him for half a beat. Then you laugh again.
Zuko closes his eyes briefly. âIâm going to stop talking now.â
âGood idea,â you say, still smiling.
And you lean in. Itâs only a kiss on the cheek, light and brief, warm against the cold night.
âGoodnight, Zuko.â
ââNight,â he manages, his voice rougher than he meant it to be.
You slip inside. The door clicks shut behind you. Silence follows. Zuko stands there, unmoving.
Then...
â...Yes.â
A breath.
âYesss!â
It bursts out of him sharp and victorious before he can stop it. His hand snaps up on instinct. A web shoots straight from his wrist and hits the metal bin nearby with a wet thwip. He blinks.
The bin tips over with a thunderous crash, spilling its contents across the pavement. Somewhere above, a window creaks open.
He does not wait.
The mask is on in a heartbeat. Another web fires toward the rooftops and heâs gone, laughter trailing behind him as he disappears into the night.
You close the door carefully with both hands, wincing faintly at the click of the latch. The house is quiet. No lights on except a faint glow from the kitchen.
You slip off your shoes and carry them softly across the floor, careful with each step. The kitchen table waits in the dark.
Then you see the newspaper.
Itâs spread open, creased like someone has read it once, then twice, then one more time for good measure. The headline sits there in bold black print, glaring up at you from the page:
You go still.
Holy. Shit.
vivi's space: this was purely out of boredom based on that edit I posted on the evil website (which will be shared here as well). hope you liked it xx.
holy shit indeed
Yoriichi âfansâ think it is cool to comment with a yoriichi gif in an edit which isnât even about yoriichi. i still heavily believe that yoriichi got an upper hand only because of his speed, no matter how much i like him as a well written character.
POV:
The face I make when I tell someone I like to read and they ask me whatâs my favorite book but I only read fanfictionâs and X reader storyâs
(LIKE DONT LOOK AT ME CRAZY BECAUSE I WANNA BE IMMERSED ( literally) IN THE STORY LIKE?) đď¸đđď¸
yall really need to hear me out on dragon! zuko x disguised as a man! female reader who is a traveler and has to cross the magical forest that forbids women.
Wisteria Ch5 Marked For
(Wow! Been a while since I posted for this story but I'm back! Also if you need a reminder for what Scp Demon Douma looks like go look back at the last chapter and look at the attached picture. Also thank you so much to @lavenderdropp for the fanart of Scp Demon Kokushibo!
đŹ 3  đ 8  â¤ď¸ 146 ¡ some fanarts for @echantedtoonâs Wisteria. Inspired by @flanellteesâs art . the anatomy may not be accurate as i am sti
FUN FACT: The picture I'm including is the birthmark Yuu had on her shoulder. In the anime it's the symbol on the House Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu stay at to recover after battling Kyogai. According to the official Wiki:
'Sometime in the past, a family was saved from demons by the Demon Slayer Corps. To express their gratitude, the family designed their family crest with a wisteria flower so Corps members would be able to identify the home, and stay there free of charge.'
Also most of the main cast are actually older in their mid twenties and so the Kamaboko Squad are all 18-19 ish too! Someone asked how older reader is, Reader just turned 20 in the story. So everyone is a legal adult!
Warnings for past abuse, poisoning, and killing mentioned.)
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If you want a brief recap on what it might be like read A Rock And A Hard Place to get a better grasp on it. The designs for the demons are by @flanelltees and linked below.
Akaza
Enmu And Kaigaku
Douma, Kokushibo, And Akaza
Wisteria Pinterest Board
Wisteria Masterlist
You Can Also Read It Here:
Wisteria On Ao3
Wisteria On Qoutev
Wisteria On Wattpad
zuko bringing his tiny baby to council meetings, cradling her carefully in the crook of his arm like sheâs the most precious treasure in the fire nation.
she keeps cooing and gurgling happily the whole time, little hands waving in the air. every few minutes she gets louder and zuko gently pats her round belly with two fingers, leaning down to murmur in the softest voice, ânot now, my little valley dove⌠daddyâs trying to work.â
the baby just kicks her chubby legs harder and lets out the cutest squeal, completely unbothered.
and the entire council?
theyâre absolutely melting. grown generals and advisors who usually look stern and serious are now fighting back smiles, exchanging soft glances, completely enchanted by their fire lord and his happy little daughter.
zuko keeps trying to stay composed and regal, but the tiny smile that keeps tugging at his lips gives him away completely.
better spite than none at all | zuko.
â in which, even if his name came out in spite out of your mouth, at least it still meant you thought of him.
( or where it seems he simply cannot let you go, and perhaps neither can you?)
pairing : ex! zuko x ex! reader genre : arguing, it is funny to zuko but that is because he is lowkey a jerk in this <3, exes that cannot seem to move on (mostly zuko) warnings : again, zuko is a jerk in this đ cussing, might feel a lil annoying but perhaps reader lowkey digs it (??). this was kinda fun to write plss i thought about omg what if zuko was just some salty ex but also reader might not be too opposed to that? pls do not seek this irl, this is just fiction đŤĄ
w.c : 1.5K
Zuko isnât exactly the friendliest person, so it is not like he expects every single person he encounters to always be smiling wide at him. But when you stare at him hard with malice that could hold competition to his worst enemies, he canât help but feel a thrill within him.Â
âCan we talk?â He had been taking his usual daily garden walks, something that was apparently suggested to him by his royal advisors, when your ever beautiful self stormed up to him, blocking his path as you titled your head to meet his eyes. Not many people would have the courage to even stand in his presence without quivering yet here you were.
He could practically feel the anger that lingered in your tone. It wasnât hidden in the first place.Â
But also you were definitely not just some person.Â
just watched the avatar movie anddddd
SCUBA ZUKO!!
toph x fem! reader x zuko but toph flexes at how clingy she can get and you donât mind towards a zuko who's been yearning.
warn. toph n zuko just silently fighting, fem terms used on reader || ~2k words || i'll make an nsfw continuation if this gets attention!
being stuck on an island this big was both good and bad: first of all, how the hell did you all land on some deserted land?? but secondly, at least you all knew what to do and could fend for yourselves.
the only bad part was that bending here was very much so limited.
bought alcohol markers 3 days ago and this is my third attempt on zuko by them. they are so tough to use.
second attempt
first attempt đ
Mulan Au Dreams
Posting this separately so it's easier to find.
based on this post here
( @lavenderdropp Consider this a thank you for the art you made for me and being an awesome friend! P.S. I never wrote for Zuko before so he's probably ooc here and it's been literally since I was a kid since I last watched Avatar the Last Air Bender so everything is probably going to be wrong lol It does contain a Qoute I found online but I can't find the other half, slight yandere vibes from this tbh.)
OMG TYTYTYTYYYYYYSM !!! TS IS SO PEAK!!