summary: to escape the duty of producing an heir, firelord zuko accepts a request for help from the avatar and in the process crosses paths with the one person he never truly let go. you.
(mixed in with the plot of legend of aang, don't read if you wish to avoid spoilers!)
pairing: ex!zuko x firebender!reader
18+, oral (fem!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, slight violence, some angst, fluffy zuko
firelord zuko was in a terrible fucking mood after another council meeting full of advisors all but insinuating he did not bed his concubines enough.
"you are nearly twenty-eight, my lord."
"you need an heir. it’s for the good of the realm, my lord."
"you have plenty of noble women at your disposal my lord."
it wasn’t that zuko didn't want children. he understood the importance of ensuring his line continues, of fulfilling his duties as firelord.
only zuko did not want to lay with someone he did not know intimately, and that fucking honour of his refused to let him degrade anyone to just a warm body to carry his heir.
he had hoped to marry by now but between his royal duties, rebuilding the nation and missions with the gaang, he hardly had the time to sleep let alone entertain the thought of a wife and children.
a part of him wondered if he should fix things with-
no he couldn’t do that. things had ended so badly that he wasn’t sure he could ever make up for it.
after a messenger arrived with a request for help from aang, zuko left the palace grounds. he readied an airship and took to the skies.
you had been in the middle of washing the day off your body when a knock with a specific pattern came from your front door. you frown to yourself before quickly drying off, slipping into a silk dress and robe and rushing to the door.
when you open it a pinch of fear shows before you let your fire take over, face set in a scowl.
"what are you doing here? i thought i told you i never wanted to see you again."
stood before you in all his regal attire, was firelord zuko himself. your ex.
his eyes fell to where your robe slipped off your shoulder. you could have sworn they darkened for moment before he covered any emotion with indifference.
he clears his throat before handing you a scroll. you read it and wonder what a message from the avatar has to do with you, before you reach the bottom.
𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 (𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢) 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲. 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭.
your frown deepens. it had been years since you seen your old friends, what could aang possibly be summoning you for?
"what the fuck is going on?"
you had dressed yourself in fire nation attire, decorated in red, gold and black from head to toe, your hair pulled back in a braid.
you were glad to find that toph, katara and sokka had already been on the airship. though a part of you rolled your eyes at the fact that you had been the last one to be picked up, despite the fact that you lived in the same nation as zuko.
which only told you he had every intention of ignoring the end of aang's message until one of the others—likely katara—called him out.
you decided you would be petty back and for the past three hours you'd been in the air, you refused to even look at him. not when he was dressed like that. not when his hair had grown in the years you hadn't seen him. not when he was ripped to the fucking gods.
you sat with toph and katara, letting the fire in your palm build before smothering it to an ember with a flick of your wrist. zuko steered the ship while sokka attempted to get the firelord to laugh. it hadn't taken much. in the time you had been absent, zuko had lightened tremendously.
no, that cold indifference had been reserved for you and you alone. because who else was more deserving of it than the woman who turned down the firelord himself?
it was four years ago. zuko was only twenty-three and still weeding out ozai supporters while rebuilding a nation that spent one hundred years ruled on rage and violence. you tried to make it work, really you did, but when you realized you would always come second to the nation, it had only seemed logical to break it off.
the timing had been terrible. zuko had asked to marry you, but you knew you could never handle the expectations that came with being firelady, though the title would bring your family great honour.
as one would expect, zuko was heartbroken, and in a moment of unchecked anger, he told you he had never loved you anyways.
so you left him and your childhood home behind, settling into the countryside.
now here you both were again. pretending as if you were not still ridiculously attracted to each other, as if that fire that burned between you two had ever truly been smothered by the hurtful lies he spewed at you.
“you’re staring.” katara stated the obvious with a teasing smirk. she had been the first to know of your crush on zuko when you were only teenagers and you hadn’t even told her.
"i am not." you quickly snapped your eyes away from the firelord's back.
"how long do you think she's going to continue avoiding the truth?" toph snickers, kicking her feet onto the table you guys were sat at.
you roll your eyes before remembering she couldn't see, therefore making the action pointless.
"avoid what?" you crossed your arms.
"the fact that you're still head over heels for zuko, because I can tell you now, he's still not over you." katara answers for toph.
you give a dry laugh, remembering the night you called things off. "i think he'd disagree with that statement. he made it very clear how he felt and i'm not the kind of person who needs to be told anything twice."
"zuko had a lot more anger back then and to be fair, he did try to explain things but you ignored him and us."
you remembered. how could you not? you still had the letters he sent you during that first year, though you had no idea how he even knew where you went. but it hadn't been enough. your heart was already broken and a sour feeling had been left in the wake of his wrath.
"i've moved on katara and so has he. now will someone please explain to me what's going on?"
katara sighed but decided to let it go, for now. "a group of rebels who call themselves the denied have been attacking benders and raiding ancient sights. aang believes they're looking for some kind of staff."
you sit back considering this. you had never heard of the group but knew that if they were desperate enough to attack benders, this staff must be something they should be the last people having.
to attack the avatar himself?
you looked toward zuko again and found he had already been looking at you. he didn't look angry, but as if he had been remembering the time you spent together. as if he was working up the courage to finally say something to you.
he didn't break eye contact when you stared back and it sent shivers through your body before you looked away, heat spreading through your cheeks.
a sinister feeling overcame you as you watched aang interact with his new airbender friend. he called himself taga and while you were happy he was no longer the last airbender, you trusted the mysterious man as far as you could throw him.
something was pulling at your spirit, telling you he could not be trusted. you were just glad katara seemed to think the same.
after the denied had attacked the ship, you all managed to make it through the eye of the storm relatively safe.
you had no idea where the fuck you were going now but while you didn't trust taga, you did trust aang. so while the others sat with the airbenders on the deck, you opted to stay inside after receiving the relevant information.
"can we talk?" an all too familiar voice interrupted, just as you closed your eyes.
you sighed, peaking at zuko with one eye before closing it again. "yes."
you heard the sound of the chair next you being pulled back before he sat on it. an awkward silence followed before you opened your eyes and fully sat up.
"yes zuko?" you stared at him. he had the nerve to look embarrassed. good!
he rubbed at the back of his neck, looking away from your judging eyes. you had never seen him look so bashful and it tugged at your heart.
oh no. absolutely the fuck not. you were still angry and would not be won over by his golden eyes and insanely gorgeous face. those arms-
you clear your throat and squeeze your legs against the ache growing between them.
"i just- i wanted to apologize for what i said that night. it wasn't true, none of it was. i was just.. angry. there hasn't been a day where i haven't thought about you. i'm sorry."
you hadn't expected the straight forwardness. zuko wasn't always good with expressing his feelings and you had been too good at expressing yours.
at your silence, zuko bit his bottom lip and ran his hand through his tousled hair. he didn't make hating him easy.
"i'm still angry." you said, ignoring the heat forming in your lower stomach.
"i know." his body slightly leaned forward, as if you were a force pulling him closer.
"i know. i'm deeply sorry."
his hand reached forward, hovering as if to give you a chance to pull away. when you didn't, he grabbed your hand and squeezed.
"i know love and if you agree, i would like us to be friends again."
love. the pet name had butterflies shooting right to your pussy. zuko had always been a gentle lover in bed and whenever he was balls deep inside you it was his favorite thing to whisper in your ear.
you have to fight the moan he nearly coaxed from you, your lips quirked up in a small smile.
to say you were pissed would be the understatement of the century. you burned with a fury that would rival sozin's comet. you knew taga couldn't be trusted but when you found him attacking your friends, you were surprised at his brutality.
he had destroyed the airship, sokka was down, and the others were fading fast. you had wondered off in search of food and had only been gone ten minutes before the yells started.
you immediately joined the fight, jumping onto the rock toph had just lifted and shot a massive ring of fire toward the airbender. he countered it with a ball of wind that sent you flying back.
zuko saw this and used his flames to send him into the air, catching you in his arms and taking the brunt of the impact when you both hit the ground.
hair fell from it's braid as you looked down at him and fear settled deep into your bones. he was knocked out cold and after ensuring he was still breathing, you stood to your feet again. your leg hurt terribly, but this fucker would pay for even thinking he could attack your friends and live to tell the tale.
while he was distracted fighting toph, you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. you searched for that feeling, the slight buzz in the air and when you found it, you lifted your two fingers in the air and pulled. loud cracks of thunder filled the island and when the lightning appeared, you took control of it and aimed it right at taga.
sometimes you really hated aang’s no kill policy. of course he would arrive at the exact moment your lightning almost took taga down. of course, he blocked it by earth bending a huge rock in front his traitor airbro (as sokka calls it), and of course you received a disappointing lecture after he neutralized taga.
you of course, were left feeling guilty. your father had been one of the more brutal advisors of lord ozai, and his teachings sometimes stuck a little too well.
now you sat idly back while katara used her powers to heal zuko, sokka and toph. you had a few painful scratches but had denied any treatment until the others were taken care of.
it had taken an hour for them to come back around, but one by one they started to wake up. zuko was the last to awake and the others left to give you privacy, after ensuring he was ok.
“hi.” you whispered, moving to help him sit up fully. his hair fell down his back and his shirt was completely gone now, shredded in the fight against taga.
“hi. are you okay?” he winced as he lifted his hand to your face, grabbed your chin and looked you over before letting go.
ever the protective zuko. your heart fluttered, your eyes burning at the gentleness. you had forgotten what it was like to have someone care for you as much as zuko did.
the man threw himself in harms way to save you, took the brunt of the fall which knocked him out and now he’s asking if you’re ok as if he hadn’t saved your life.
fuck. fuck my hopelessly romantic heart. you thought.
“you saved my life zuko. if you hadn’t been there-”
his eyes softened as he looked at you with unfiltered adoration. as if you were the most precious thing in the world. as if he could will you to understand just how important you were to him with looks alone. “i have a lot more to make up for, if you let me.”
two weeks had passed since the mission and while everyone had returned to their respective homes, you were in the royal palace of the fire nation. far from your humble cabin in the country side.
true to your word, you had taken zuko up on his offer to make up for the past. true to his, he had sent for you five days ago and in that short time you had spent an embarrassing amount of time together.
servants had began to whisper about firelord zuko’s lady friend and you were pretty sure you overheard his grand chamberlain complaining to him about it when you passed the throne room.
you caught the words: her father, concubines, heir, marriage, legacy and others you didn’t care to decipher because the sound of your racing heart filled your ears.
an heir. zuko was trying for a baby and you were getting in the way. distracting him from his royal duties. he defended you of course, chastising the chamberlain for speaking out of turn and threatening to fire him if he ever mentioned you in a foul manner again.
you bit your lip as you continued toward the gardens, silk dress flowing behind you.
you weren’t the same person you were four years ago. you were sure of who you were, more confident in your ability to be a good partner..
you were nearly twenty-eight yourself and your mother never let a visit go by without making sure you knew how disappointed she was that you had not given her grandchildren yet. that you had not been wed yet.
after hearing him defend you, you become overwhelmed with the sudden urge to do your duty as a citizen of the fire nation and give them the heir they so desperately wanted.
spirits. it was because you were ovulating, of course it was. zuko had been nothing but respectful the last five days you’d been there, often joining you for tea and late night talks in his personal garden.
on the fourth day when you had asked him why his personal one and not the more grand, public gardens, he stared at you for a few seconds, bangs falling out of his bun before saying:
“some things are too precious to be shared.”
you nearly jumped on his lap then and it took every ounce of restraint you had built up over the years to not utterly embarrass yourself.
today he promised to give you a tour of the new wing of the palace, an area with added security that would be restricted to the new royal family whenever zuko settled down.
a part of you hoped he was hinting at something by showing you. that a part of him wanted this just as badly as you did.
when you finally made it to the gardens, iroh had been there waiting. uncle iroh.
spirits, you had been too excited to see him still alive and rushed to hug him. he had laughed when you all but crashed your body into his, allowing himself to hug you back. though the hug was not as tight as you remembered them being when you were a kid.
as the child of a royal advisor you had been at the palace for half of your life. you grew close to iroh, him being more of a father figure than your own. he took you under his wing, helping you control your ability to lightning bend at the age of only ten. you had been sad when he decided to join zuko in his banishment.
he looked older of course but other than that he was still the same soft hearted man you once knew.
he talked of zuko mostly, telling you his fear of his nephew being alone once he passed. how he did not want him to feel smothered so he never brought it up to him, but how he needed someone who understood him by his side.
someone who could see him as more than just firelord. to give him the family and happiness he had always deserved.
he was not subtle at all in implying that, that person was you. in fact, it was literally what he said.
“it should be you (name). zuko can be hot headed but i never seen him love anyone as much he loves you.”
the visit left you flustered and hot with the thought of creating a family with zuko.
loves. iroh said loves as in the present, not loved.
after your visit, you found zuko in your guest room waiting for you. your face was still flushed from the earlier encounter and your never ending, ovulation enhanced thoughts.
there he sat on the edge of your bed in simple red robes, hair falling loose down his back.
he looked ethereal. his scar glowed under the golden light that poured in the room, his skin appeared smooth enough to bite.
he was a pyre luring you in and fuck, you didn’t mind being burnt.
you smiled politely when he stood at the sound of the door closing. ever the gentleman. if he were caught in here, the chamberlain would have a stroke.
“hi.” you nearly cooed and bit your lip in embarrassment.
if zuko noticed he didn’t say anything. instead he walked up to you, taking your hand in his and giving it a soft peck before letting go.
“love. how was your evening?”
spirits help me. you thought, though nothing but zuko between your legs would settle the fire in your chest.
him pounding you, taking what’s rightfully his and leaving you round with his child-
“it was great, thank you!” you said too fast in a desperate attempt to stop your vulgar mind from embarrassing you further. “and how was yours? it must be tough running a entire nation.”
zuko chuckled, low and deep and you shivered as the sound vibrated through you. “stressful but nothing for you to concern yourself with. uncle told me he ran into you in the gardens.”
“yes. he’s still the same as when we were children.”
zuko’s smile was true and heart warming when he grabbed your hand again, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles in slow strokes.
“if you’re up to it, i would like to show you the new royal quarters.”
“it consists of twelve bedrooms. one of course, is for myself while any of the others will be for the personal offices of myself and my wife, and rooms for any children we might have.” zuko’s cheeks tinted a light pink at his words.
you were glad to know you weren’t the only one affected by them.
you felt annoyed at the thought of him having a wife that wasn’t you. children that did not share half your genetics.
you stood in the room that would belong to him and your heart skipped a beat when you noticed a small cot set up near his bed. one obviously meant for a baby.
you turned to zuko, one eyebrow raised.
“expecting already, my lord?”
he flushed and ran his hand through his hair. “this was not here yesterday, someone must have just placed it.”
“that doesn’t answer my question-”
“no!” he cut you off. “fuck. I haven’t been active since you.”
all sense of decency went out the window as you took a sultry step toward him and allowed yourself to say what you had been feeling for days.
“maybe it’s time we change that.”
zuko paused, letting your words sink in before he wrapped his huge hands around your waist and pulled you until your chest was flat against his. you steadied yourself, hands on his chest. you knew his motives hadn’t been completely innocent bringing you here and were glad you opted against wearing panties.
“mm, do not say things you don’t mean, love.” his groaned as fingers dug into your hips, golden eyes staring so intensely at you that goosebumps crept up your arms. not the alarmed kind, but the ones that told you:
i’m so fucked. so utterly, thoroughly fucked.
your hand moved up his chest and slid behind his neck before you pulled him closer, his forehead pressed against yours.
you had to stand on your toes to reach any further, your lips brushing his. electricity buzzed through your body and you knew he felt it too, because his eyes darkened as he moved his hands to cup your ass.
“i want you to fuck me zuko. let me do my duty as your loyal citizen and give you an heir.”
that was all it took. zuko fucking broke like a dam and crashed his lips against yours. the kiss was far from innocent, a combination of tongues clashing, exchanging spit and lip bites.
particularly zuko. he tasted you as if his life depended on it.
you weren’t innocent either and when your hand reached to grab his cock, he moved it and lifted you, your legs naturally wrapping around his waist.
as you two made up for years of lost kisses, you noticed zuko began to walk and soon enough you felt soft, silk sheets beneath you.
“you have no fucking idea how long i waited for this.” he groaned, grinding his hips into yours as he began to place desperate kisses against your neck. he was incredibly strained against his pants and you were sure there would be a stain left behind from your leaking pussy.
you threw your head back and moaned loudly, knowing the wing was private but not giving a single fuck if anyone heard either.
he gently tugged your head back to his, and you stared into his lust filled eyes and whispered, “prove it.”
he captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, his calloused hand moving down your body when his fingers found your pussy.
“my, my.” his eyes widened slightly as a smirk spread across his face. “look at you, already ready for me.”
“you weren’t the only one lacking in sexual partners over the years.” you purred, lifting your head to lick his bottom lip.
a low rumble escaped his mouth. something deep and feral from his soul. “a grave mistake on my end that I’ll spend a lifetime making up for.”
then as slowly and seductively as possible, he trailed kisses down your body before he settled between your legs. he wasted no time throwing your legs over his shoulders, strong hands grabbing your hips and pulling your body to the edge of the bed until your pussy was to his face.
he wasted no time, his mouth licking and sucking at your heat as if his life depended on it and you were gone. you threw your head back as fire erupted in your body.
“oh- fuck zuko, just like that!” you cried out as he added two fingers. you had forgotten just how good he was with his mouth.
“mmm.” his voice vibrated against you and your eyes rolled back as you placed a hand in his hair and gently tugged. he responded by lapping at your pussy even faster, his fingers fucking you at a brutal pace.
one look at him sent you over the edge. golden-yellow eyes stared up at you, his hair fell forward and his face was flush with arousal.
that was all it took before your body convulsed in pure, white hot pleasure. “fuuuck, oh- just like that. zuko, i’m cuming!”
he responded by pulling you even closer, drinking anything you were willing to give him, his nose pressed flat against your clit.
once your legs fell from his shoulders, he placed a final kiss your aching sex before crawling up your body. his face was glistening with your liquid, black locks falling to crown his face as he peered down at you.
“what a good fucking girl. look at you love, completely ruined and i haven’t even fucked you yet.”
you pulled him down in a loving kiss, wrapping your legs around his hips as you moved your body, grinding against his hard and leaking cock.
his eyes darkened at he lifted your legs higher, putting you in a mating press. he sat up on his knees and pulled his pants down until his cock sprang free. he grabbed and guided himself toward your entrance.
“gonna fill you with my seed. i can’t wait to see that belly swollen with my child, those beautiful breasts leaking with milk to feed our baby. do you want that love?”
holy fuck, your head was spinning. his words sent something primal through you and when he pushed forward, your back arched off the bed.
he stretched you open in slow strokes, a sting appearing before absolute ecstasy took over. but he stopped moving before you could really enjoy it.
“answer me.” he grabbed your chin, turning your head to look at him.
“yes!" you cried, moving your hips. "gods, yes zuko- give me your baby. wanna make you a father, give you an heir.” you moaned out, your hands grabbing at his lower back.
"i'm gonna fill you, and after you give birth to this one, i'm gonna fucking do it again." zuko grabbed your legs and began to fuck you slow. your body ached for more, for him to pound you, to claim you and mark you as his.
he chuckled as if he could hear your thoughts. “plenty of time for that. let me show how much i love you. how much you consume my every waking hour.”
zuko made love to you for what felt like hours, his hands and mouth worshipping your body the entire time. he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, taking his time and making sure you understood just how much you meant to him.
when your stomach tightened again, that euphoric feeling spread from your clit to the rest of your body. you were were seeing stars as your orgasm spread over you.
"zuko yes! oh god- don't stop!"
he carried you through your high, his hips picking up pace as he searched for his own. he sat back on his knees, lifted your hips and pounded into you in at a wicked pace. his hair fell onto his face, sweat dripping down his forehead. his veins bulged in his neck as he threw his head back.
"fuck, love. i'm gonna breed you." he panted, steam rolling off his body as his skin grew hot.
"d-do it zuko, give me your baby." you clench around him and he opens his eyes to watch you as he groans, placing one hand onto your stomach, buckets of hot cum spilling into you.
he shouts as his cock twitches, leaning forward and burying himself deep inside you to prevent any from leaking out. you cry out as another orgasm washes over you.
"that's it, love. you take my cock so well." he groans, hips stuttering as he drains himself, making sure you carry every. last. drop.
he falls onto the bed beside you as you both catch your breath, pulling you into his side and kissing the top of your head.
zuko knew he would never let you out of his grip again. he would keep fucking you until you were swollen with his child and he would make you a proper woman by wedding you. the nation would get it's heir and he would get his love.
note: guys i haven't made a fanfic in like nine years but daddy zuko looks so fucking yummy in the new movie, i had to write about my man 😋 let me know if you want to be tagged for the next part or if i should even make another one!
currently obsessed with sleep token and thought of zuko when i heard take me back to eden, like this is his sooong.
