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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.
The way I cackled when Zuko confirmed Tagah’s attractiveness in the movie😂
Uncle Zuko
pairing — Aang x reader
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Zuko arrived with a palace guard escort, a strained expression, and far too many packages.
Aang opened the door, saw the stack of gifts in Zuko’s arms, and immediately sighed.
“Oh no,” he said.
Zuko’s face tightened. “That was rude.”
“It was accurate,” Aang replied.
You appeared from the hallway and watched as Zuko stepped inside with all the grace of a man who had spent the last hour regretting every decision that led him here.
He set the gifts down in the center of the room.
There were too many.
Boxes. Bundles. A carved wooden cradle miniature. Something wrapped in red silk. Two blankets. Three tiny garments. At least one object that appeared to be a decorative dragon sculpture.
You stared. “Zuko…”
He folded his arms. “I was told babies need things.”
Aang covered his face with one hand. “Who told you that?”
“Mai.”
Aang’s head lifted immediately. “Why would Mai do that to you?”
Zuko glared at him. “She said if I was going to be an uncle, I should be useful.”
You tried very hard not to laugh.
Zuko looked at you, clearly hoping for support and finding only amusement. “I know what you’re thinking.”
“Do you?” you asked.
“Yes. You are thinking I overdid it.”
“A little.”
He exhaled through his nose. “I can return some of it.”
Aang bent to inspect one of the boxes. “Do you know what any of this is?”
“No.”
“Did you ask?”
“No.”
“You just bought baby things and hoped for the best?”
Zuko’s expression went flat. “That is why I am here now.”
You were laughing openly by then, which only made him more uncomfortable.
He pointed at Aang. “You are not helping.”
“I’m absolutely helping.”
“You’re making this worse.”
Aang picked up the tiny dragon sculpture. “Why is this for a baby?”
“I thought it might be decorative.”
Zuko sounded almost offended by the concept of decoration.
“Decorative for who?” Aang asked.
Zuko hesitated. “The baby.”
“The baby is not going to stare thoughtfully at a dragon statue.”
“You don’t know that.”
Aang looked at you. “He brought a statue.”
You were already smiling too hard to speak.
Zuko rubbed the back of his neck, his discomfort finally cracking into embarrassment. “I didn’t know what to get.”
The room quieted a little.
That, you realized, was the truth behind all of it.
He was the Fire Lord, yes. Stern, composed, and usually impossible to fluster. But he was also a man trying, in his own awkward way, to be family. To show up. To prove that he cared. And he had no idea how.
Your expression softened.
“Aang,” you said quietly, and he immediately stopped teasing.
You picked up one of the small blankets and unfolded it. It was beautifully made, red and gold, with tiny embroidered suns in the corner.
“This is lovely,” you said.
Zuko’s shoulders loosened a fraction. “It is?”
“Yes.”
He looked almost surprised.
You touched the fabric, smiling now. “Babies do need blankets. And clothes. And probably… fewer dragon statues.”
Zuko frowned at the statue, clearly reconsidering his entire life. “I can remove that one.”
Aang snorted.
Zuko shot him a look. “I am trying.”
Aang crossed the room and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “I know.”
That simple answer seemed to settle something in Zuko’s face. He still looked awkward, but less on guard now.
He glanced toward your stomach, then away again, clearly unsure whether to address the baby directly or not. “I also brought a book.”
Aang brightened. “A good one?”
“It’s about firebending history.”
Your smile deepened. “That one sounds useful.”
Zuko nodded once, visibly relieved to be praised for something not ridiculous. “I thought the child should know where they come from.”
Aang’s face softened. “That’s actually very thoughtful.”
Zuko looked vaguely offended by the compliment. “Obviously.”
You exchanged a look with Aang and both of you smiled.
He stepped closer and gently rested one hand over your stomach, speaking in the same reluctant, awkward tone he used for almost everything tender.
“I don’t know much about babies,” he admitted. “But I know family matters.”
The baby chose that moment to kick.
Everyone froze.
Zuko stared. “Was that…”
“Yes,” you said, laughing.
His eyes widened. “It moved.”
Aang grinned. “They like you.”
Zuko looked deeply disturbed by that possibility. “That is impossible.”
“They absolutely do,” you said.
Zuko looked at your stomach for another long second, then at the pile of gifts he had brought like a man realizing he had accidentally cared too much. Finally, he cleared his throat and stood a little straighter.
“I suppose I can be called Uncle Zuko,” he said, sounding as though the title had been thrust upon him personally.
Aang burst out laughing.
You did too.
Zuko rolled his eyes so hard it was almost heroic, but there was a faint redness at the tips of his ears that gave him away.
And when he sat down afterward and asked, in the most awkwardly sincere voice imaginable, whether babies preferred blankets before or after naps, you knew he had already been won over.
He just would never admit it out loud.
Appa’s Betrayal
pairing — Aang x reader
word count — 2020
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The first time Appa abandoned Aang for you, it happened so naturally that you almost missed it.
You were sitting outside the Southern Air Temple with your back against a warm stone wall, sharing a basket of steamed buns with Sokka while Aang and Toph argued a few yards away about whether the latest practice field had been “improved” or “destroyed.” Appa had been napping nearby, one enormous eye lazily half-open, tail flicking every so often in the sunlight.
You had only broken off a bite of bun when you noticed the sound.
A soft, pleased chuff.
You looked up just in time to see Appa lift his head, blink at you, and then heave his massive body upright with a grunt. Before Aang could finish saying, “No, I’m telling you, the field is better this way,” Appa lumbered straight over to you and lowered his head into your lap with a content sigh.
You froze.
The bun hovered halfway to your mouth.
Across the courtyard, Aang stopped talking.
His eyes widened. Then narrowed in deep, personal offense.
“Appa.”
Appa ignored him.
Aang pointed dramatically. “Appa, no. I was speaking to you.”
Appa closed his eyes.
Sokka made a choking sound that was probably laughter. Toph turned her face toward the noise and immediately smirked. “Wow,” she said. “Bison’s got standards.”
You slowly set the bun down beside Appa’s nose, and his ears twitched. He nudged your arm once, gentle and expectant.
Aang stared.
“He’s taking your food,” he said, scandalized.
You blinked at him. “He’s sharing my food.”
“That’s not sharing,” Aang said. “That’s theft with manners.”
Appa made a pleased rumble and swallowed the bun whole.
You could not help it. You laughed.
Aang put one hand over his heart as if you had wounded him personally. “Traitor,” he said to Appa.
Appa’s only response was to lean harder into your side.
It became a problem after that.
Or at least, it became Aang’s problem.
Appa began following you around more often than not. If you crossed the courtyard, he lumbered after you like a fluffy mountain. If you sat down for tea, he plopped himself nearby and waited for you to scratch the patch between his horns. If you were carrying anything remotely interesting,food, a blanket, a satchel, one single apple,Appa would appear from nowhere with the quiet determination of a creature who knew exactly where the favorite person in the world stood.
Aang, unfortunately, noticed everything.
He noticed Appa stealing your seat on the terrace.
He noticed Appa allowing you to braid little strips of ribbon into the fur around his neck.
He noticed Appa dropping his head into your lap every time you sat on the grass near the gardens.
What he did not notice,at least not until it was too late,was the way you always smiled when Appa came to you. The way your hands got gentler around him. The way you talked to him as if he understood every word.
Maybe he did.
Aang certainly acted like he did.
One afternoon, he came looking for you with a stack of papers under one arm and a very tired expression on his face. You were in the open courtyard, kneeling beside Appa while you tried to untangle a length of rope that had somehow wrapped itself around one of his saddle straps.
Aang stopped in the archway.
Appa was practically draped over you.
You were leaning close to the bison’s face, murmuring, “Hold still. You are making this worse.”
Appa blinked slowly at you, blissfully unhelpful.
Aang let the papers slide against his chest. “Excuse me,” he said.
You glanced up. “Hi.”
Appa made a happy noise and nudged your shoulder.
Aang’s jaw tightened.
“He only does that when he wants to be fed,” he said.
You returned your attention to the knot. “I’m aware.”
“He’s manipulating you.”
“Possibly.”
“He does not respect the concept of personal space.”
“Neither do you, when you want noodles.”
Aang stared at you.
Then he looked at Appa, who had the audacity to close his eyes in satisfaction.
“Unbelievable,” he muttered.
You finally pulled the rope free and straightened with a sigh. “There. Done.”
Appa immediately turned and rested his chin on your arm.
Aang’s expression was deeply betrayed.
“He likes me,” you said, almost laughing now. “There’s no need to look so wounded.”
Aang made a disbelieving noise. “No need? Appa used to greet me with excitement. Me. His own rider.”
“And now?” you asked.
Aang pointed at you as if presenting evidence in court. “Now he greets you with excitement.”
You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too much. “Maybe I’m just more fun.”
That did it.
Aang placed the papers onto a nearby stone bench with exaggerated care, then folded his arms. “I see.”
You tilted your head. “Do you?”
“I do. This is a conspiracy.”
“A conspiracy?”
“Yes.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. “A plot against me. A carefully arranged campaign of bribery and affection.”
Appa huffed at him.
Aang looked up. “Don’t encourage them.”
You burst out laughing, and Appa immediately leaned into the sound, as if your laughter was the point of the entire afternoon. He nudged your side, then made a low, satisfied noise when you rubbed the top of his nose.
Aang watched the whole thing with the wounded dignity of a man who had lost a war.
Then, quite suddenly, he gasped.
His hand flew to his chest. “I have been replaced.”
You gave him a flat look. “You are being dramatic.”
“I am not being dramatic,” he said. “I am suffering.”
Toph’s voice floated from the doorway behind him. “You are absolutely being dramatic.”
Aang whipped around. “Toph, I did not ask for your opinion.”
“You didn’t have to,” she said. “Your face is doing all the talking.”
You laughed again, and Aang turned back to you with a look that was trying very hard to be stern and failing.
“I can’t believe you’re all against me,” he said.
You leaned down and scratched Appa under the chin. “Maybe Appa just has better taste.”
Appa made an approving grumble.
Aang stared at the two of you in utter disbelief. “I am being bullied in my own temple.”
By sunset, Aang had decided the betrayal needed to be addressed properly.
Which, naturally, meant he had turned it into a performance.
He called everyone to the central courtyard under the excuse of a “very important matter.” Sokka came expecting a crisis. Katara came with the kind of patience usually reserved for children and firebenders. Toph came because she wanted to see what was happening. You came because Aang had given you a look that said this was either going to be ridiculous or private, and you were fairly certain it would be both.
Appa stood in the middle of the courtyard, enormous and calm, with you beside him and Aang pacing dramatically in front of both of you.
“I would like it recorded,” he announced, “that I was once a treasured and beloved companion.”
Sokka crossed his arms. “You still are.”
Aang pointed at him. “Not relevant.”
Katara sighed. “Aang, please tell me this is not about Appa preferring Y/N.”
He stopped pacing.
The silence that followed was enough answer on its own.
Toph snorted. “Oh, this is going to be good.”
Aang clasped his hands behind his back and faced Appa as if addressing a very difficult political matter. “Appa. We need to discuss your behavior.”
Appa blinked at him.
You bit your lip, already smiling.
Aang continued, wounded but dignified. “I understand that people change. Bonds evolve. But there are limits. You cannot simply abandon your longtime rider in favor of someone who, until recently, had to be reminded to stop feeding you dried fruit before dinner.”
Sokka’s shoulders shook.
“I remember that,” Katara said dryly.
“You fed him six mangoes,” she added, looking at you.
You lifted a hand. “In my defense, he looked hungry.”
Appa thumped his tail against the stones.
Aang threw his hands wide. “See? He agrees with you!”
The courtyard dissolved into laughter.
Even Aang, despite himself, had to smile a little, though he tried to hide it by turning it into a sigh.
You stepped closer to him, lowering your voice. “Are you actually upset?”
He glanced at you, and the teasing in his expression softened into something more real.
“A little,” he admitted.
That tugged something warm in your chest.
“He still loves you,” you said.
Aang gave Appa a long look. “Then he has a very strange way of showing it.”
Appa immediately nuzzled your shoulder.
You laughed, but Aang’s gaze stayed on you for a moment longer than necessary. The courtyard noise seemed to fall away around the two of you, the evening air quiet and gold between the temple stones. Appa’s warm breath brushed your arm. Somewhere nearby, Sokka was muttering that he “did not sign up for this level of emotional trauma,” but you barely heard him.
Aang scratched the back of his neck. “I suppose I can’t really blame him.”
You tilted your head. “No?”
He shook his head, looking a little embarrassed now. “You’re kind to him.”
You looked down at Appa, who had settled so closely beside you that you were nearly leaning against his fur. “He’s easy to be kind to.”
Aang smiled faintly. “That’s because he likes you.”
“And you don’t?”
He blinked. “What?”
You felt your face warm, but you held his gaze. “You. Do you not like me, too?”
For the first time all evening, Aang went still.
Then his ears turned pink.
“I,” he said carefully, “may have a difficult time competing with a six-ton sky bison.”
That made you laugh, but the sound came out softer than you intended.
Aang looked at you, and something in his expression shifted. Gone was the mock offense, the dramatic outrage. What remained was open and tender and a little shy around the edges, as if he had been caught revealing something he had meant to keep hidden.
He took one step closer.
Appa chose that moment to bump his head into your shoulder and then into Aang’s side as well, as if to arrange the two of you more neatly.
Sokka made a noise behind you. “Oh, come on.”
Katara covered her smile with one hand.
Toph grinned like she had just won a bet nobody else knew about.
Aang looked down at Appa, then back at you, and let out a helpless laugh. “Fine,” he said. “I admit defeat.”
You arched a brow. “To Appa?”
“To both of you.”
Then he extended one hand toward you, palm up, with the sort of gentle confidence that always made your heart stutter just a little.
“Can I at least have the next dance with you tonight,” he asked, “before Appa steals you again?”
The courtyard went very quiet.
You looked at his hand, then at his face, and felt your smile go soft around the edges.
“I think,” you said, placing your hand in his, “that can be arranged.”
Aang’s fingers curled around yours.
Appa snorted, satisfied at last, and laid himself down in the middle of the courtyard with all the smugness of a creature who had successfully orchestrated the entire evening.
Sokka groaned. “I hate how well this worked.”
Toph laughed. Katara shook her head. Aang squeezed your hand once, just enough to make you look at him again.
His smile was small and warm and unmistakably affectionate.
“Still think I’m losing?” he murmured.
You glanced at Appa, who was watching the two of you with enormous, sleepy eyes.
Then you looked back at Aang.
“Yes,” you said.
He groaned, but he was smiling when he did it.
You leaned in closer, lowering your voice so only he could hear.
“But not by much.”
And when Aang laughed, bright and full and hopelessly fond, Appa’s ears flicked once in approval, as if even he knew the truth now:
He had not betrayed Aang at all.
He had simply decided you belonged with them, too.
Just Like Her Father
Pairing: Avatar Aang x F Non-bender Reader
Summary: Between raising two young children and preparing for a third, you and Aang cherish the quiet life you've built in Republic City. Aang believes he had made peace with being the last airbender years ago. Then, during a trip to the park with his family, his six-year-old daughter proves him wrong.
Warnings: child falling, struggling with being the last airbender, other than that just fluff
A/N: Thank you so much for this request. I had a lot of fun writing it!!
There is a tiny moment referring to the movie, which could be perceived as a spoiler.
Also note that English is not my first language. So I apologise in advance for any mistakes, I really try to proofread everything. But mistakes do happen. If you see some, I don’t mind if you point them out to me.
Please don’t copy my work. A lot of time and effort went into it.
Word count: 2.191
I’ve been obsessed with Avatar again, so I’m going to try and write some fics surrounding Aang, Sokka and Zuko. I’m currently watching the live action Netflix show for the first time, and with the recent release of the new Avatar Aang movie (phenomenal movie btw!!), they have sucked me into the fandom again lol.
I will be mainly focusing on the animated show and Avatar Aang movie when I’m writing anything in this fandom, as they are (in my opinion) the best out of everything they have produced. I am also more familiar with them over the live action and legend of Korra shows, another reason why I’m writing stuff in this era only.
If you have any requests/ideas, please feel free to send them my way. As always, please read blog rules before submitting anything.
Have a wonderful day/night, everyone! :)
You Said It First
Pairing: Avatar Aang x F Reader
Summary: Three months into your relationship with Aang, the two of you have fallen into an easy rhythm, splitting your time between Air Temple Island and your cosy apartment. One night, he discovers your adorable habit of talking in your sleep and begins playfully responding whenever you mumble. But when a sleepy confession slips past your lips, Aang is left with a secret that only he remembers.
Warnings: none, just fluff
A/N: Memories are written in cursive.
Also note that English is not my first language. So I apologise in advance for any mistakes, I really try to proofread everything. But mistakes do happen. If you see some, I don’t mind if you point them out to me.
Please don’t copy my work. A lot of time and effort went into it.
Word count: 2.827
Summer Festival || Steve Rogers ||
A/n: Dad!Steve Rogers 🫡
The summer sun was just beginning to dip when you and Steve walked through the entrance of the county fair, your children’s excited squeals nearly drowning out the cheerful music coming from the rides.
The moment your youngest spotted the Ferris wheel, she gasped dramatically.
“It’s so big!”
“It is pretty big,” Steve agreed, smiling down at her.
“Can we go on it right now? Please? Pleeeeease?”
Before either of you could answer, your son pointed toward the carousel.
“I wanna ride the horses first!”
“No! Ferris wheel!” your daughter argued.
“Carousel!”
“Ferris wheel!”
Steve looked down at both of them and then up at you with the same expression he’d worn during alien invasions.
Help.
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “How about,” you suggested, “we ride the carousel first and then the Ferris wheel?”
The children considered this.Finally, they nodded.
“C’mon, Daddy!”
Both of them grabbed Steve’s hands and practically dragged him toward the carousel.
He laughed, allowing himself to be pulled along, his eyes soft. “Okay, okay. No need to deploy excessive force.”
A few minutes later, you stood by the fence as the carousel turned slowly. Your daughter sat proudly atop a white horse while your son rode beside her, waving every single time they passed.
Steve had somehow ended up on one of the benches in the middle.
The sight of Captain America riding a carousel with a tiny paper crown your daughter had insisted he wear was almost too much.
You quickly snapped a picture.
Steve caught you and grinned. “You better not be sending that to Sam.”
“No promises.”
He laughed.
Afterward came the Ferris wheel.Then the bumper cars.Then the spinning teacups.The teacups had been a mistake.
The children discovered they could spin them.
Steve discovered he could, in fact, get dizzy.
When the ride finally stopped, he stepped out looking slightly pale.
You took one look at him and burst into laughter.
“You fought Thanos.”
Steve held up a finger. “Don’t… compare this to Thanos.”
“You look green.”
“I might be green.”
Your son tugged on his shirt. “Daddy, can we go again?”
Steve looked horrified. “No.”
“Daddy?”
“No.”
“Daddyyyyy?”
“No.”
Your daughter patted his arm sympathetically. “It’s okay. Sometimes grown-ups are weak.”
You nearly choked.
Steve looked personally offended. “Weak?”
She nodded solemnly. “You need a nap.”
You were laughing so hard tears had started to form.
Steve sighed. “I’ve been insulted by a five-year-old.”
“You really have.”
He narrowed his eyes at you. “You aren’t helping.”
“Oh, I’m helping myself to this memory forever.”
The children soon spotted the game booths.
“Daddy! Win me a stuffed animal!”
Steve looked at the booth.
The game was simple.Throw three rings onto glass bottles.
The attendant looked bored. “You get three tries.”
Steve smiled. “Sounds easy enough.”
You immediately knew that look.
Oh no.
The super-soldier competitiveness had appeared.
The first ring landed perfectly.
Then the second.
Then the third.
Three perfect shots.
The attendant blinked. “Uh… pick a prize.”
Your daughter pointed at a giant pink dog.The thing was nearly as big as she was.
Steve won it easily.
Then your son spotted a dinosaur plush.
Another game.
Another perfect score.
Then another child nearby looked devastated because he couldn’t win a stuffed tiger.
Steve noticed.
A few minutes later, he’d won the tiger too.
Then another little girl wanted the unicorn.
Then another child wanted a shark.
You folded your arms and watched your husband become an accidental carnival legend.
People had started gathering.
One booth owner actually looked nervous.
Another looked offended.
By the time you found him again, Steve was carrying six stuffed animals and two giant teddy bears while three children followed him around like ducklings.
Your daughter beamed. “Daddy is really good at games.”
“That’s one way to put it.”
The game attendant looked ready to cry. “You’ve won enough, sir.”
Steve blinked. “There isn’t a limit.”
“There is now.”
You burst out laughing.
Your husband looked genuinely confused. “But I paid for the tickets.”
The man looked at Steve’s broad shoulders, then at the mountain of stuffed animals. “Please leave.”
Even Steve started laughing.
As the sun finally began to set, colorful lights flickered on around the fairgrounds.
The children insisted on one final ride.
The Ferris wheel.
This time, all four of you squeezed into one carriage together.
Your son sat beside Steve while your daughter curled into your lap, clutching her giant pink bear.
Slowly, the wheel rose higher and higher.
The entire carnival spread out beneath you in a sea of lights.
Music drifted through the warm summer air.
Your daughter yawned.
Then your son did too.
The excitement of the day was finally catching up to them.
By the time the Ferris wheel reached the top, both children were half asleep.
Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
For a while, neither of you said anything.
You simply watched the lights below.
The children breathing softly.
The warm evening breeze.
The peacefulness of it all.
Then Steve spoke quietly. “I used to look at places like this from outside the fence.”
You looked at him.
“When I was a kid.” His voice was soft. “We didn’t have money for carnivals. Bucky and I would stand outside and listen to the music.”
Your heart squeezed.
Steve smiled as he looked at your children. “And now…” He exhaled softly. “Now I have this.”
You rested your head on his shoulder. “You deserve this.”
His hand found yours. “I still wake up some mornings and can’t believe it’s real.”
You looked up at him.
The colorful carnival lights reflected in his blue eyes.
You smiled. “It’s real.”
He looked at you then, something warm and soft in his expression.
“Best mission I ever had.”
You laughed quietly. “Having kids?”
He shook his head. “Finding you.”
Your cheeks warmed. “Steve…”
“I mean it.” He kissed your forehead gently. “I had seventy years where I thought this kind of life wasn’t in the cards for me.”
Your daughter stirred sleepily. “Daddy?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
She yawned. “I had fun.”
Steve’s entire face softened. “I’m glad.”
She reached over and grabbed his hand. “Can we come back next summer?”
He smiled. “Absolutely.”
She grinned and promptly fell back asleep.
You both laughed softly.
As the Ferris wheel slowly descended, Steve looked at his family once more.
His sleepy children.
Your hand in his.
The lights.
The laughter.
The giant stuffed animals waiting below.
For a man who had spent so much of his life fighting wars, saving the world, and losing people he loved…
This was his favorite kind of victory.
A summer night.
A carnival.
And the family he’d never thought he’d have.
I love this so much😭
local madman found snuggling some pigeon
@merthurmicrofic bingo: pigeon
Borrowed Fairy Tales
pairing: bucky barnes x reader summary: You take a last-minute princess job at Morgan Stark’s birthday party expecting easy money and screaming children. You do not expect a grumpy Beast ruining your life with soft looks. word count: 6.4k warnings: fluff, mutual pining, awkward flirting, fairy tale references, mild language, bucky barnes being reluctantly soft. a/n: not me showing up after months away from this website with the most random idea i’ve ever had. i hope you guys like it :)
“You know,” Sam Wilson says casually from the passenger seat, “most people hear the words free food and say thank you.”
From the backseat, Bucky Barnes stares out the window with the expression of a man being transported directly to his execution.
“I did say thank you,” he mutters.
“No, you grunted.”
“That was a polite grunt.”
Sam snorts.
Beside him, Steve Rogers keeps both hands on the wheel, suspiciously calm for someone participating in what is very clearly an ambush.
The city lights streak across the windows while traffic crawls forward.
Bucky should’ve stayed home.
Not Sam fighting for his life in the background🤣.
This was such an adorable fic!
okay but we need to TALK about how Merlin just casually gives merlin the most insane, compounding trauma and then expects him to go back to polishing boots like nothing happened
like. this is a BOY.
this is a teenager who shows up in camelot and within approximately five minutes is told by Gaius: “hey so you have world-ending levels of power :) also if anyone finds out you will be executed :) have fun!”
and then Kilgharrah is like: “your destiny is everything. your feelings are irrelevant.”
???????
so now we have merlin:
cannot tell anyone who he is
cannot be fully known by anyone
cannot even react honestly to the things happening to him
and THEN
Will dies protecting merlin’s secret → merlin learns: people die if they know me
Freya dies in his arms right after he allows himself to love someone → merlin learns: if i love someone, they die
Balinor (his father!!) dies basically immediately → merlin learns: i don’t get to keep family
Lancelot sacrifices himself → merlin learns: good people die for me
Gwaine is tortured and dies → merlin learns: i can’t save everyone, even when i try
and then. THEN.
Arthur Pendragon dies.
after YEARS of merlin:
saving his life in secret
sacrificing everything
shaping his entire existence around this ONE destiny
and what does merlin get?
arthur finding out the truth for like five minutes and then dying in his arms.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
and the show just— ends.
no processing. no support system. no “hey maybe this boy has severe survivor’s guilt and complex trauma”
because merlin can’t even GRIEVE properly.
he can’t tell anyone:
why will died
who freya was to him
that balinor was his father
what lancelot actually did
how many times he saved arthur
so all of that grief just sits there. unspoken. unacknowledged. unresolved.
like imagine carrying:
the weight of destiny
the responsibility for a kingdom
the knowledge that your loved ones died for or because of you
and the fact that the ONE person it was all for is gone anyway
SOBBING. FOREVER IN DENIAL
Playing Fairy Tale With a Stranger (TadashixReader)
I don’t know why but I LOVED writing this.
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"Oh my goodness, you look so beautiful!" Honey Lemon declared as she barged into your room. You smiled at your best friend.
"Thanks, Honey." You turned back to the mirror and surveyed your ruby gown again. The bodice was simple and showed off your beautiful frame. The sleeves fell just off your shoulders, and the skirt flared out into a beautiful bell shape. The layers of your skirt hid your silver shoes. Your hair was pinned up into an elegant up do. A silver and black mask hid your face.
Honey was in a golden ball gown with small sequins on the bodice. Her gown also had straps that hung off her shoulders and was floor length. Her domed skirt was decorated with ribbons and bows. Part of hair flowed down her back in elegant curls, while the other half was up in a bun. A pink mask complimented her look.
"C'mon, we're gonna be late. Wasabi is waiting in the car," Go Go ushered as she stepped into your room. She had been forced to wear a dress to the annual SFIT masquerade tonight, an event created to force all of you away from your textbooks and into a social group. Go Go's dress was black with layers of ribbons on the skirt. Her dress had thin spaghetti straps and a modest bodice. Her hair was styled the same way as usual, with a silver pin in it. Her heeled boots were hidden beneath her dress. Her mask was a deep shade of purple.
You grabbed your purse and led your friends to the front door. "Oh, I'm so excited! I can't wait! (Y/N), you'd better dance with someone!" Honey eagerly said as you three walked out the front door. You flinched and shrugged.
"I don't know, Honey. We'll see," you replied. Go Go gave a half smile to you.
"Hey, just have fun," she replied. You swallowed hard and nodded. You walked down to the curb to see Wasabi's car waiting. Hiro was standing outside the car, leaning on the side. He was dressed in a tux with a red bow tie. His mask was a shimmering shade of red, almost matching your dress. He smiled widely when he saw you. Wasabi and Fred were also waiting by the car in green and blue bow ties and masks respectively. Hiro walked over and gave you a hug.
"You look so beautiful. Tadashi would love your dress," Hiro said with a sad smile. You smiled back and fought your tears.
"Thank you, Hiro," you said with a laugh. It had been a year since your boyfriend, Tadashi, had run into the fire and died a tragic death. You'd spent many months grieving his loss, and had helped Hiro and his team bring down Callaghan around ten months ago. You missed him more than anything.
You climbed into the car beside Hiro and Honey Lemon. Wasabi drove the six of you to the dance, which was held in the new event hall on campus. The car ride was energetic. Fred was chatty, especially with Honey Lemon. Hiro nudged your shoulder and gave a smile. You squeezed his hand. "You can do this, sis," he whispered to you. You nodded and smiled. Your boyfriend's younger brother had become your brother too. He usually went as far as to tell others he had a sister, something that had made marrying Tadashi that much more realistic in the future.
"We're here!" Honey Lemon squealed. You all climbed back out of the car. Honey Lemon grabbed Fred and eagerly pulled him toward the building. Hiro offered you his arm and you gratefully took it, happy to have a friend who understood it all.
The two of you followed Go Go and Wasabi inside. The hall was done up with blue and white balloons and silver banners and ribbons. The only light provided was from tons of strings of lights hung from the ceiling. The room was almost unrecognizable at this point.
Hiro was never a huge dancer, but did offer you a slow dance part of the way through the night. You accepted and danced for one song, but you both decided that standing by the food table was better.
"I don't understand why we have to go through this," Hiro muttered to you. "Tadashi used to go on and on about this masquerade ball they held every year. He used to talk about how great the food was and how beautiful the ball gowns were and how well the room had been decorated. Not to argue with him, but I'm not overly impressed."
"They're okay," you replied. You and Tadashi had gotten together right after the ball two years ago, and with the two of you out of town last year for the ball, you'd never been his date to the glamorous event. It sort of disappointed you.
"He never did dance," Hiro continued. You turned to him.
"What do you mean?"
"Tadashi. He used to tell me to save the first dance for someone special. You're special to me, so my first dance was with you. He didn't dance because he wanted to make his first dance special." You nodded and looked down at your glass of punch. "I miss him too," Hiro muttered as he looked at your frown. You managed a small smile and nodded.
"I think I'm going to get some fresh air for a bit. In the mean time, go have some fun," you teased and nudged his shoulder. You had noticed him eyeing a pretty blonde girl from across the room. His cheeks reddened and he nodded.
You stepped outside the doors to the rose garden in the back. There was a fountain in the middle of the garden with a few stone benches around it. The agriculture department had planted regular roses and color-mutated roses in the back, all different colors and so beautiful. There were patches of green roses, blue roses, purple roses, yellow roses, white roses, and tons of shades of pink and red roses. You smiled at the delicate flowers and took a deep breath. They even smelt like real roses...
You stood in front of the grand fountain and stared into the water. A single tear slid down your cheek. You wiped it quickly away and looked into your reflection. You looked beautiful, but you didn't feel beautiful. You felt like a mess.
"Miss?" You quickly wiped the other tear away and turned to see a man standing behind you. He was a bit taller than you were and wore a white button up shirt. His black suit jacket framed his shoulders and arms, defining his form, and he wore black slacks. His red bow tie sat comfortably around his neck. His mask was an impressive mix of silver and red. You looked down at your feet. He was rather cute. "Are you alright?"
"Oh, I'm fine," you said. He stepped closer to you.
"You don't look okay. What seems to be the trouble?" His voice was smooth and velvety. You found it relaxing your nerves.
"It's nothing to worry about, I assure you," you said with a small fake smile. The music from inside slowly drifted outside. The man looked toward the building before looking back at you.
"Well, if I can't solve the beautiful girl's problems, maybe a dance will?" He extended his hand to you. You felt it would be rude to turn him down and there was something about him, something that was drawing you to him. You took the stranger's hand and he pulled you closer. His hand landed on your waist and your hand rested on his shoulder. Hand in hand, he danced gracefully with you around the garden and the beautiful patches of roses. It all felt like a fairytale. "Where's your date? Surely you haven't come alone tonight."
"It's rather complicated," you answered.
"How so? If you don't mind my asking."
"Do you remember the student that went here about a year ago? His name was Tadashi Hamada," you began.
"I'm assuming he's the one who Tadashi Hamada Hall is dedicated to," the stranger said. "I didn't know him but I obviously recognize the name."
"He is- was, my boyfriend. I love him more than anything still, it's just been hard for me to move on."
"I see. I'm sorry for your loss," the stranger comforted as he spun you.
"Thank you. To be honest, you're the first real guy I've even danced with all night, let alone talked to," you said as you focused on his enticing eyes.
"What about that other guy?" You titled your head until you remembered Hiro.
"Oh! Hiro! He's Tadashi's younger brother. Ever since Tadashi...passed, I've been trying to look after him. I think that's what Tadashi would've wanted. He's kind of my little brother, too," you clarified. You were starting to feel comfortable with the stranger, even though you didn't know his name.
"Ah. Well then I'm honored," the man said with a smile. "Tell me. A beautiful girl like you must have a beautiful name. What is it?"
"Are you always this flirtatious?" you asked with a small smile and a light blush.
"Only to women who catch my eye like you do. I have an eye for diamonds in the rough, and you are definitely one," the stranger said as he spun you again. The music carried on inside. You laughed.
"It's (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N)," you said with a graceful smile. "What's yours?"
"Do you trust me?" You hesitated as the two of you swayed back and forth now.
"I do," you answered.
"Take off your mask for me?" the stranger asked. Your hands slipped away from him. You undid the ribbon behind your head and carefully took your mask off. You set it down on the edge of the fountain. You looked back into the man's eyes and smiled. He stepped forward and placed a hand on your cheek. "You haven't changed one bit," he said with a nurturing smile. The comment threw you off.
"I just took my mask off. It's not that much of a change." He threw his head back in rich laughter. "Will you tell me your name?" you asked, desperate to know the stranger's identity. He stood with his arms crossed and a sly smile. You slowly reached up and untied the ribbon behind his head, and he let you do so calmly. When you took his mask off and met his warm brown eyes, your heart stopped. He gave you a charming smirk.
"Hello, beautiful," his familiar warm voice said. You dropped his mask in surprise and swallowed hard.
"T-Tadashi?" And there you were, standing in front of your boyfriend who had been proclaimed dead over a year ago. You had once again danced with your boyfriend, held onto him, whispered flirtatious comments to him all over again. "Oh, I get it. I'm dreaming," you finally concluded. The fairytale garden? The beautiful gown? Tadashi Hamada? Figments of your imagination.
"No, this is real," he said as he reached out and grabbed your hand.
"You said that in my last dream, too," you said as fresh, silent tears streamed down your cheeks. He tipped your face up and shook his head.
"No, I'm here. I was lost, so very lost. Callaghan pushed me out of sight. He threatened my family, my friends, you…"
"Callaghan is in prison," you interrupted, still confused.
"I know. I found out a few months ago. Callaghan kept me in an apartment on the outskirts of town. Once I found out, I had to find a way back to you. I had to stay in hiding until I was sure he didn’t have any kind of partner that could hurt you. God, I never forgot you, and how beautiful you are…" Tadashi trailed off as he caressed your cheek. A tear escaped his eye as he smiled. He dipped down and kissed you with the passion you had so dearly missed. Your eyes slipped closed as your hands hung onto his collar for support. Tadashi's hand supported the small of your back while his other hand rested on your cheek. You felt weak in your knees as he dipped you back slightly. When he gave you oxygen, you stared back into his chocolate eyes. "You were gone so long…" you breathed out.
"The explosion was rough. I was running to a window when I realized what was going to happen. The blast threw me through the glass and onto the grass outside. Callaghan found me and didn’t want word of his survival to get out."
"Do you know how much I needed you? How much Hiro needed you?" you asked as your voice rose.
"To be honest, I was afraid. I was afraid you wouldn't love me anymore. I was afraid Hiro would fear the scars and burns I have now," Tadashi said as he hung his head in shame.
"Tadashi. I cried for months over you. There still is this gaping hole in my heart because I lost you. I stopped eating, I stopped caring, and the professors pitied me. Nothing had a point anymore. And Hiro? Hiro didn't leave his room for weeks. Please come home. I still love you more than anything," you whispered to him. His arms tightened around your waist. The school's clock tower chimed midnight, indicating the end of the ball. You held onto Tadashi for dear life. "Please don't let go."
"Never, princess. You're mine forever now. I promise," Tadashi said as he kissed the top of your head. Over Tadashi's shoulder, you could see Hiro coming down the steps and into the garden to tell you they were leaving.
"Alright mister, that's my sister you're hanging onto, so you'd better let go or I swear…" Hiro trailed off as he came down the steps and marched over. Tadashi smiled down at you before turning to see his little brother. Hiro stopped instantly. You looped your arm through Tadashi's as Hiro stared up at Tadashi. "It can't be..."
"I hope you've been staying out of trouble," Tadashi said with that charming smile. Hiro laughed and rushed forward, throwing his arms around his older brother.
"You're here! You're really here! You're alive!" Hiro yelled out happily. Tadashi hugged his brother back with his free arm as you placed your free arm around Hiro. "I missed you so much! Oh my God, I love you guys so freakin' much," Hiro said gleefully. You had to laugh. It wasn't often Hiro showed public displays of his affection, but this was extremely special. "I have so much to tell you! About school, about the café, about Baymax- (Y/N) and I are superheroes now!"
"You're what?" Tadashi asked with laughter. He looked over at you.
"We've got a lot to fill you in on."
"I can't wait to hear all about it," Tadashi said as he gave you a quick peck. Normally Hiro would complain, but he didn't care at this point. Tadashi was there. He was okay. Everything was going to be okay. Tadashi took your hand and wrapped his other arm around Hiro's shoulders.
The three of you walked toward the parking lot, unable to wait to start the next chapter of your lives together as a family.
Ok ok ok what if Bucky and reader are getting married and it’s their wedding day and reader is getting ready with her bridesmaids. But she gets so nervous and overstimulated that she’s on the verge of a panic attack, so she ignores tradition and goes searching for the one thing she knows will help: Bucky. And he’s so sweet and comforting and she’s perfect the second she’s with him. And maybe they just say fuck it and hang out together until it’s time for the ceremony and then she walks down the aisle to him and it’s perfect because she’s not stressed anymore! Hope this makes sense!
The morning of your wedding smells like hairspray and champagne and nerves.
Your bridesmaids are everywhere—curling irons hissing, dresses rustling, someone laughing too loudly, someone else hunting for a missing earring. Music plays from a speaker in the corner. It’s joyful. It’s chaotic. It’s everything a wedding morning is supposed to be.
And it’s too much.
TOOTHLESS KNOWS BEST
pairings « hiccup haddock x gn! reader »
✎ When you help nurse Toothless back to health after an unexpected illness, the Night Fury grows protective of you. Hiccup is surprised by the dragon’s sudden attachment—and even more surprised when Toothless starts shadowing your every move and nudging you toward his rider.
【warnings; none, second hand embarrassment if you care enough.】
Toothless = best wingman ever.
Hello im so glad it’s open. Hiccup x reader when the reader is afraid of dragon and she is a Viking that try to not to be vulnerable and strong but hiccup could see right trough her. Sort of enemy to lovers (reader mostly) and the end Toothlees love her.
Thank you 🙏 😍🥰🥰
'we'll be brave together' - hiccup haddock
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Hiccup is returning from a wild dragon ride through the clouds when he realizes that he might finally know the secret of the bravest Viking Berk has ever seen.
It’s not like he’s the first one who’s tried to parse out the details of Y/N L/N. There’s hardly a soul in the village who hasn’t. Y/N has been the strongest of the strong, the fastest of the fast, ever since she started training. Everyone their age either wants to be her or beat her, and neither option is remotely reasonable.
thanks to tuffnut
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Reader Synopsis: four of the many times hiccup was oblivious to the fact he was in love with you and the time he finally realised. Word Count: 1.5K Tags: 4+1 fic, Fluff, Hiccups pov Note: started this ages ago and only just got inspired enough to finish it.
1. Searching for you in a crowd
Hiccup would never admit it, even now that he is respected as the heir to the hairy hooligan tribe and his father is proud of him. That he still feels like an outsider.
Maybe it’s because they see him as this dragon master and while he might be if he’s to listen to anything Fishlegs says- he feels like they don’t see anything else- he is still just the chief’s son, the future of the tribe or their saviour if any of his work on the edge was talked about. He was never just Hiccup to them, even to his friends they see him as this omnipotent being rather than just a teen like them- capable of making mistakes.
He suggests that this is why he prefers to have time alone- just him, toothless the ocean beneath them and the wind carrying them elsewhere, where he can be anything.
