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30 years too old for this. a chaotic archive of fics I swear I’ll read soon. reblogging like I have 48 hours in a day. mostly zuko at the moment. always an X Reader girly.

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[iamfandomtrashandimproud]

Zuko: "Fatherless Behavior" Actually he was there and that's quite literally the whole problem.

[lobtwo]

He's so

[misswrittenword]

Imagine you go skinny dipping.

Tentacle!Monster x fem!human ~ ovipositor, eggpreg, dubcon, tentacle bondage, aphrodisiac cum, p in v, breeding.

You're house sitting for a rich couple for a few weeks. The place is stunning, vaulted ceilings, the most recent tech. Huge fluffy bed in the guest room. And the best part? The giant pool in the back yard. When you'd been hired, the couple said you were welcome to use any of the facilities at the place, including the in ground pool, so you made sure to pack your bikini.

The place was super remote, no cell service, just a ridiculously gorgeous mansion in the woods, and this fueled your decision to go skinny dipping in the pool. You can't help but feel nervous, you've never done this before and doing it in a pool that doesn't belong to you feels scandalous. Removing your towel and setting it down on the lounge chair nearby, you walk over to the shallow end and enter the water. With the sun beating down on your back, the cool water feels incredible, and you jump in and start to swim around.

You float around for a while, humming to yourself quietly and relaxing. Unable to help yourself, you run your hands over your body. First your tits, and then down your jiggly tummy and your hips before grazing over your warm centre. Your hands drift away, but soon after you feel something brush against your thigh. The dreamy relaxation skirts away and you move until you're stationary, just able to touch the bottom.

Looking around, you see nothing out of the ordinary until you're looking straight down at your bare legs. The water seems... weird, and you realize that the pattern of the liner in the pool is obscured by something a similar colour. Unsettled, you stare at it intently. What feels like hours pass, whatever it is is large, but you can't seem to make yourself move.

And then it lunges. The water barely moves, but something grabs both your legs and yanks you under. Your scream is cut off by the water, and you thrash frantically until, surprisingly, you're released. Popping up and gasping desperately, you fumble to swim to the edge of the pool. You cough up some water as you bend over the side, stunned and trying to get your bearings.

It's a mistake. Whatever grabbed you has latched on again, racing up your legs and wrapping around your hips. Finally, you see what it is. Bright blue tentacles have taken hold of you, quickly moving up your body and gathering up your arms. It restrains you easily, though at the moment you are too startled to fight back again. The tentacles are warm and wet, suckers lining the underside reminding you of an octopus.

There's several of different sizes, the biggest you guess to be only a bit larger around than your wrist, and the smallest about the size of your pinky. You're shaking like a leaf, but the true terror kicks in when one on your leg inches up and brushes over your bare cunt. Suddenly remembering your own nakedness, you begin to desperately try and free your arms.

The tentacles holding them together behind your back tighten as you wiggle your wrists, and they circle up toward your elbows, pulling them closer together. The action thrusts your breasts out into the waiting tentacles inching toward them. These two have wider, flatter ends that are covered in numerous small suckers. They latch on and you gasp at the sensation of them squeezing and sucking your nipples.

You wriggle and struggle against your living binds, the tentacles eagerly exploring over your heating flesh. They spread your legs, and you sob fearfully, another winding around your neck and using the opportunity to delve into your mouth. You gag violently at the intrusion and fight to breath through your nose as it pushes into your mouth slowly. It tastes like water and something warmer, heartier.

Still bent over, your weight seems to be held up by the tentacles. Lifting you, they raise your ass into the air, and the ground seems to be farther away. Legs open so far they hurt, your cunt is completely exposed. You can't even bring your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to protect your dignity, though you try.

A smaller tentacle rubs over your pussy. It's movements are slow and teasing, touching gently and exploring. The suckers bump over you, and you whine around the one in your mouth. Rutting up against your dampening flesh, it finds your clit and curls around it. Your hips jerk and unwanted arousal seeps into your bones.

For a moment, everything stops. It's as if you and the creature both hold your breath. You in embarrassment and confusion at your bodies betrayal. The monster.. Well, it was anyones guess as to its feelings on the matter.

Until it doubled down.

The one in your mouth thrusting faster and pushing to lodge itself into your throat. The one on your clit renews its movements, playing with you. Another quickly wiggling into your cunt and beginning to open you up. It's not too big, but the suckers catch on the tender flesh inside you and your eyes roll into the back of your head, hips twitching and pussy quickly soaking the intruder.

You hate yourself a bit for how turned on you're becoming. But you hate it the most.

Breathing heavily, angry tears stream down your face. The tentacle fucking into you and the one on your clit have you whimpering and shaking as you near orgasm. A shiver seems to run up them and they move quicker, harder and deeper. Some of the suckers play with your cervix and you scream around the one in your mouth as others zero in on your g-spot.

The stimulation becomes too much, and you wail as you cum around the sucker lined tentacle buried inside you. The one in your throat keeps eagerly pumping into you, but the one in your cunt speeds up and begins to flood your hole with something hot and heavy.

Cum.

You cry harder, but then a certain tingle works its way into you. Your tears go from fully angry to slightly angry and fully aroused. Your cries are no longer sad, but now they're needy and your pussy clenches down longingly around the tentacle. Hips jerking and thighs straining to close in the hopes of some sort of friction, you undulate against the monster as it holds you aloft. Begging for more.

And more you get. The tentacle in your cunt lets go, withdrawing from you slowly. Mind fuzzy, you cry out at the loss loudly, wiggling as much as your bonds allow you. Soon you feel another nudge against you. You whimper in relief at the contact and present yourself to it as much as you can.

This one is bigger than the last. Possibly one of the biggest. Least it feels like it as it starts to stretch your tiny pussy out. You're eager for it, and the combination of your arousal and it's own cum eases the way for it to bully its way into you. The head is quite tapered, and your eyes widen at the sensation because you realize it's almost like an arrow head. When it pulls back a little, there seems to be a lip that catches on your cunt walls as it gets thicker.

Your fear only seems to heighten your arousal, and your quickly overstimulating body cums again as it begins to stretch you out. The thin head pushes against your cervix, and you whimper. Whatever was in its cum has made your body completely receptive to it, and what shouldn't happen does.

It bullies its way into your womb with only a small amount of resistance. It feels tight, but as it lodges its tapered tip into you and fucks the rest of it's huge tentacle inside of you, it's hard to even care.

The tentacle monster speeds up, thrusting eagerly now, jostling your pliant body and stuffing your tiny cunt so full it feels like your brain is being fucked away. Each orgasm has you shaking more and more, until you're constantly cumming, body alight with arousal and insatiable.

Another spurt of cum has you seeing stars, and that's when you feel something press against your hole. You try and see what's happening but can't, and the only thing you can come up with is the monster has decided to fuck it's eggs into you and make you a mother.

You moan around the tentacle in your throat as the egg pressing against you pops into your cunt and is forced into your womb. The heavy feeling makes you cum again, and a burst of several eggs fills you up at once. More and more come, and you lose count of how many are inside you quickly.

Awash with pleasure, you moan and writhe begging incoherently as it breeds you with its eggs. When it slows down, another burst of cum floods into your womb, spilling out and dribbling from your cunt and into the water beneath you. By the end, your stomach feels gravid and tight, straining with the clutch inside you.

Looking down, your bleary eyes take in your shadow. Trussed up by tentacles, you watch in fascination as the reflection reveals the large tentacle buried in your hole. It's huge, and your cunt is stretched around it tightly.

It's going to be a crazy few weeks.

[deartokki]

✿ ︵ིྀ morning sleepy sex with zuko

small rays of sunshine trickle in through the curtains, beaming down on you and zuko whose bodies are tangled with one another, cuddling like otters in the wild. the light catches his eyes first, making him stir awake, slowly trying to blink away his sleep.

then his gaze falls down to you, seeing the way you're snuggled up with him and clinging to him like he's going to leave you. a soft smile stretches across his face as he tucks in a stray piece of hair behind your ears, just content with watching the way your eyes flutter and how you sigh contentedly as he combs his fingers through your hair.

"zuko?", your voice comes out barely louder than a whisper. he hums in response, planting a soft kiss to your forehead.

"morning petal," he coos, pulling you closer to his body, letting you feel his warmth radiating from him which makes you practically melt under his embrace.

you just whine quietly, not wanting to awake from your very sweet slumber and not wanting to leave from your lover's arms. so you bury your face in his chest, lightly shaking your head and pleading with him to stay in bed with you longer — forget about his lordly duties and instead focus on his lovely wife besides him. he smiles at your little antics, letting you fully envelope him like a koala bear as you continue to whine underneath your breath.

"i'm not going anywhere," he whispers, tracing his deft fingers over the expanse of your naked body underneath the duvet. your nightgown, along with his, had been discarded early on in the late hours of last night and steamy, long hours of passion had followed right after.

"no affairs to attend to today?", you ask, lifting your head up to finally look at him, sleep still evident in your eyes with the cutest frown accompanied with it.

"none today," zuko muses, gently squishing the soft plush of your belly, "i cancelled them all today."

"really?? oh my gosh that's wonderful news!", you squeal excitedly, your eyes blown wide open now and twinkling so bright it makes his heart ache. "we haven't spent time together in ages!" he nods in agreement and he cannot even prepare himself for the onslaught of kisses that you pepper all over his face, which just elicits a flurry of soft giggles to escape both of your lips. "i guess that's the perks of being the fire lord now, isn't it?"

"i suppose so," he replies, intertwining your fingers with his and trailing a line of dove-like pecks over each of them. soon, his lips drag all the way up to your own, tenderly sealing them with his and moving at a lazy, sweet pace.

your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, your fingers tangling themselves in his messy dark locs as he continues to kiss you with that same delicate yet devout passion, like he's still starved of you despite having devoured you endlessly last night.

zuko's hand reaches down to grip one of your plush thighs and rests it high against his sides so that you can feel the desire that's growing heavily between his own thighs. his erect shaft brushes over your warm core, a strained groan leaving his parted lips as he feels your slick slowly gathering all over. his hips begin to grind against you at a steady pace, letting your syrupy juices coat his entire shaft and just simply basking in the way you oh so cutely moan out his name repeatedly.

his tip now rests right at your entrance, leaking with pre and throbbing with need to be inside you. but he doesn't push, not until he asks you, "can i?" and only when you give him permission does he sink himself inside of you, completely dazed at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching so well and so tight 'round him.

zuko rolls his hips into you at a tender speed, letting you feel every ridge bulging along his thick cock and so deliciously stretching your pretty pussy open. he's taking his time with you, anchoring himself by clawing into the flesh of your hooked leg that dares to pull him impossibly closer to you. your whole bodies are entangled with one other, every inch of skin touching each another, and both of your dulcet noises echoing throughout the chambers.

after a while, he starts to become impatient, the angle not enough to satisfy him anymore. that's when his burly arms come to wrap around your entire frame and he moves you flush on top of his body, feeling your damp skin stick to his own. he drapes his arms over your torso, practically trapping you within his grasp as he hikes his knees up and continues to plunge into you, the new position making you see stars.

". . feels so good," you mewl cutely, the sweetest melody right by his ear. zuko just responds with a muffled whimper, his dick twitching inside of your soaked core as he thrusts into you so feverishly now, the salacious wet sounds of your juices and skin slapping mixing in with the sounds of your honeyed voices singing in harmony with each other.

"c-cumming . .," is all the poor man can choke out before spilling his warm white seed into your fluttering walls, creating a creamy ring around the base of his cock following your own intense orgasm, the pleasure surging throughout your entire body as you chant his name over and over.

for a few moments after, a nice silence surrounds you both, the only sound being that of your shallow breaths, chests rising and falling in sync together. zuko strokes your head with the most loving touch you've ever felt, your finger tips lightly tracing lines across his bare skin.

"happy anniversary, my love."

you snap your head up to look at your husband, angling yourself so you can stare straight at him with the most dumbfound expression he'd ever seen you wear — very humorous indeed.

"that's today?!," you exclaim, jaw hanging down in complete and utter shock. "oh my gosh, i completely forgot!"

he laughs warmly, pinching your cheek between his thumb and index, "i figured you did when you didn't realise why i would have cancelled everything happening today."

"just thought you wanted to spend time with me. .", you say with a pout. but even he notices the way the side of your lips curve up into that cheeky smile of yours that he knows all too well.

"i wouldn't dream of spending my time with anybody besides you, my darling wife."

[sleepyrogues]

Pro hag, anti ai

[yenayaps]

Rose Garden Dreams

Pairing: FireLord!Zuko x RoyalAdvisor!Reader

Content: contrary to popular belief, the fire lord can't have everything he wants. however, even he’d admit that what he wanted was troublesome in itself, which is why he forces himself to be okay with having you by his side as his advisor. [tw: MDNI, angst/fluff/smut, apothecary diaries coded, so much yearning and longing, slowburn, porn with plot, there is no power imbalance he’s afraid of your father, zuko’s a little shit, jealous!zuko, we’re already married in his head, found family trope(ish), zuko has daddy issues] wc: 4.7k

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With a gate of its own that requires special permission to enter, the western part of the palace grounds is considered to be one of the most guarded locations in the world. It’s where you can find the Fire Lord’s most precious treasures, his concubines. 

It’s also where you can find the orphanage he had built a few years ago— a decision he needed no advising on, as it was an idea of his own. There was no better place for a child. 

Zuko doesn’t expect everyone to agree with every action he makes. In fact, he encourages everyone to think for themselves. By all means, ask questions, disagree with him, show him a different perspective— allow him to serve his people. 

He is a fair man. 

However, the number of individuals that were against building the orphanage made him question just who exactly was he serving, because at that moment, he was surrounded by a bunch of fucking monsters. 

Apparently, placing children that were of low birth in the western court would’ve sent a ‘bad message’. In other words, it’d bring their value down to that of an abandoned child.

Do you know how morally bankrupt you’d have to be to think that? The entire purpose of closing off the area was to keep women and children safe, it shouldn’t matter if they’re biologically his or not. Even the strategist saw no validity in their concerns, and he’s known for rejecting proposals, for no reason other than finding joy in others' struggles. 

Needless to say, he continued with his plans.

The circumstances of one’s birth and status becomes irrelevant once they become a child of the palace. Zuko made sure of that by making an actual title out of it, all while hoping it’d be enough to appease a few nobles. 

He may have also let Aang take part and have a little fun with the drafting process. It looks ridiculous on paper— the document starts off by declaring them as the cutest members of the court— the failure to recognize them as such will result in the immediate loss of one's honor. 

Jokes aside, the document is as valid as it gets and it has been advised that it be treated as such. It’s one of the very few documents that mentions the death penalty— testing the legitimacy of it is not a game you want to play with him. 

The orphanage takes up a fair amount of space. The home itself is double the size of a high ranked concubine’s, with a decent sized vegetable garden obstructing the view of it. If some of the concubines are anything like their families, the last thing they need is the constant reminder that their chambers could be bigger. They are more than welcome to visit the children, though— many of them actually do, along with the servant girls.

And you, surprisingly.

Aside from all the planning, you never mentioned anything about the orphanage, let alone show interest in the matter. He just assumed you weren’t the maternal type, only to catch you there six months after the palace started taking in children. He then assumed you were just there to make sure everything was running smoothly. 

Wrong. 

He looked closer and the sight had him reconsidering just how much he knew you because you were clearly there to give a chubby, mindless baby a tour of the garden. You gave them a tomato to gnaw on while you pointed out all the different vegetables being grown, too. 

The conversation he had with you shortly after sounded more like an interrogation. 

“What are you doing here?” 

You looked at the child, then back at the lord who just awkwardly stood there like a child lost at the market, before stating the obvious. “Visiting.”

“Yeah, but… why?”

Your brows raised, “Am I not allowed to?”

“I mean— yeah. Of course you are, but—” he paused and gestured at the child, “why did you give the baby a tomato?”

“Because she wanted it,” you said, voice calm despite growing visibly frustrated with the questions. He gave you a puzzled look, because babies can’t fucking talk, and you further elaborated. “She was reaching for it and I let her have it.”

He almost asked if you were worried about the child choking, but you obviously weren’t since they couldn’t even break the skin of it. You seemed quite confident in your ability to keep the little human alive, which also took him by surprise. “Wait— so you come here a lot?”

You let out a sigh. “Yes.”

The questions stopped there. He didn’t want to offend you or discourage you from making future visits.

Zuko still doesn’t know your visiting schedule, you never tell him when you go even after he’s expressed wanting to visit with you. He thought today would be his lucky day since your visits have been longer due to Mira being there, but the gods never seem to grant his wishes no matter how simple they are. 

The next time he would see you is at the training site, speaking with your father. He was somehow able to give you and the soldiers his full attention, because he stopped talking to you for a split second to bark at one of them to fix their posture. 

He took that as his sign to leave. The strategist apparently had eyes on every side of his head and for all he knew, he’d be the next one to catch some odd form of that man’s wrath.

. . . . . .

It’s easy to forget just how big the palace is, but unfortunately for your fathers assistants, they are reminded of that fact whenever he summons you. The task is time consuming, your location changes depending on what you’re working on, and a lot of the time, you are working on multiple things at once. What’s worse is half the time you’re too busy to go see him, making their efforts all for nothing.

Today’s unlucky assistant checked every single location there was to think of before giving the west wing a try. He wasn’t a fan of the guards there, they’ve always treated him as if he were trying to break in and steal one of Lord Zuko’s concubines. 

You would’ve declined to meet your father today had his assistant not been in such rough shape. Not only was he tired, but he was also afraid thanks to the guards.

“How was your trip to Republic City?”

The question made your face momentarily drop— that’s what he wanted to ask? He could’ve written you a letter! 

“It was busy, but good, I guess. Found some volunteers for the Silk District project.” You don’t spare him the details. Ever. He’s the type to nitpick at them in hopes of catching a mistake that could be pinned on the Fire Lord. 

He raises a brow. “You’re not too tired, are you?”

“No,” you assure him. “Not at all.” 

He gives you a suspicious look before continuing. “Good— anyways, I’d like to send a few soldiers with you on your trip to the Silk District. I’ve received word that it’s only grown more violent since the incident with the brothel workers and I wouldn’t be surprised if those beasts tried to target you.”

It’s like he forgot that you tried to kill him once. He also called you a beast that day… and an evil little bitch. 

You smile. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he barks out an insulting laugh. “The Fire Lord may be a ruler, but don’t expect him to play the role of a protector, too. That man has a duty to stay alive and needs to focus on saving himself. You will have soldiers there to keep an eye on you.” 

You let out a laugh of your own, letting it die out into a silence that ends up getting dragged out past the point of comfort. “I understand your concerns. However, that is not necessary and I’m going to have to respectfully decline your offer.”

“It’s not an offer—”

“Father,” you’re calm as you cut him off with a simple warning. 

“No, listen to me—”

“I will break them beyond belief.” You casually threaten him, making it sound as if it were an event you were looking forward to. It makes the strategist quickly drop it— he’d rather not see you go through with that promise. You take a deep breath, pleased at how easy that was to settle, and move on as if you didn’t just threaten his men. “I am fully capable of protecting myself and will be just fine without soldiers. So please, don’t worry about me.” 

You don’t know what kind of nonsense that old man’s head is filled with. He knows you're strong enough to protect yourself, he also knows you would never count on anyone to save you, and yet he still does… that. 

Sending people after you, demanding your presence, making you accept his help.

He was worse when you were a child, there was a point in time where his control reached even the simplest parts of your life. But that wasn’t the part that infuriated you, it was the part where he’d say you had everything. 

You couldn’t even let your mind wander without being interrogated over what thoughts were in your head. 

You spent your entire childhood yearning for the freedom of adulthood, only to have it ripped away while reading an acceptance letter from the most elite subdivision in the military. To be accepted into a program was considered to be the highest honor. Yet, it was just another reminder of all the choices that you never had— it wasn’t even you that applied. 

Your memory of what happened afterwards is vague. You just remember showing your father what an elite soldier looked like and the experience was enough to send him into a full-blown crisis. It left him panicking over just what kind of punishment was awaiting him after death— he was certain he’d have to answer to someone for giving the world nothing but evil children.

Needless to say, he didn’t push you to go to that program. You were going to be the next head of the clan regardless, which shows you’d done enough. 

The thought of you training for another few years was also deeply unsettling. 

Your father has toned down since then, but there’s moments when he reverts back to the man that raised you. He still wants you to join the military, except this time around he wants you to work for him and be his replacement once he retires, just as he was for his father. He never takes no for an answer, either, and will continue to bring it up. You understand the role of an advisor doesn’t last forever, but that doesn’t mean your time as one is coming to an end soon. 

The constant pursuit of control is an exhausting one. It’s become a sad sight over the years, one that makes it hard to stay angry with him. 

It’d be nice to watch him take a break for once. 

Unlike your fathers assistants, you don’t have to mindlessly search for the lord. There are currently no meetings, which means he’s either in his office or his personal courtyard. 

Hopefully he’s in his office, you’re least likely to be met with an unwelcome surprise there. 

The courtyard isn’t that bad— it’s what his courtyard leads to: his chambers. Aside from the times he’s requested your presence, it’s a place you’ve learned to heed with extreme caution. 

It doesn’t get easier with time. The moment you’re met with an empty office, you’re already cursing to yourself and begging the gods that he’s clothed today. Seeing the lord naked once is already far too much and it’s already happened a handful of times throughout the years.

There is a reason why fights break out so often between concubines. It’s the same reason why Zuko laughed when that man assumed he had a small dick, and it has nothing to do with his personality. 

Getting the image out of your head is a task on its own and has driven you nuts at times. It’s as stubborn as the lord himself, lingering around and refusing to fucking leave. 

You soon find yourself at the entrance of his chambers, nervous as you are frustrated that he refuses to get a door. His reasoning for covering the entrance with curtains is because he enjoys the extra airflow. There’s apparently also no need for a door when he already has one at the entrance of his courtyard. Which is idiotic, in your opinion, he never hears when you knock. 

You make your presence known by calling out to him. No answer. You pull the curtain aside ever so slightly and take a peek. No idiotic lord in sight. 

You prepare for the worst. The first step is taken and you call out to him again, this time it’s more of a warning. Your footsteps echo throughout the dim space, and with each second that passes, you find yourself feeling more and more like an intruder. 

This really is the worst job sometimes. 

You call his name, again. Nothing. Your eyes land on the hallway leading to his bedroom and the doors wide open. If he were in there, he would’ve come out by now. 

He’s not here.

The conclusion brings a sigh of relief as you move on with your thoughts. There’s one other place he could be and that’s the western court, which leaves you torn. If he’s with a concubine, then that means you can take the rest of the day off. It’s getting later in the afternoon though and you’d rather not end up with more work tomorrow just because you made that assumption. 

You turn on your heel and begin to walk out, too lost in thought to pay much attention to what’s in front of you. It’s not until you’re just steps away from the entrance when you're startled by a figure blocking it. 

Startled may be an understatement. You let out this quick, blood curdling scream that left your throat raw afterwards. 

You’re dying inside from the embarrassment and Zuko thinks it’s fucking hilarious. 

“What kind of an intruder gets frightened like that?”

Your heart’s still pounding against your chest from the initial fear, making it difficult to answer back, let alone argue. “I was just— I’ve been trying to look for you— god I fucking hate you— you been standing here this whole time and you couldn’t even say anything?” 

"It’s not like I was hiding.” His grin widens. “I expected you to be a little more aware of your surroundings.” 

“Yeah? Well not everyone’s used to living in a cave,” you say bitterly, finally looking back at him again. “Sorry I’m not used to the darkness.”

He dressed down in training pants and a tunic, but clothed nonetheless. He must’ve been getting some training in since his hair’s up, too. 

“I thought you only trained in the mornings?” 

He crosses his arms and leans against the entryway, then shrugs. “The afternoon’s nice sometimes when it's quiet. One of the servants told me you were looking for me on the way there— you alright?”

“I’m wonderful.”  You weren’t sure what kind of an answer he was expecting— he asked as if that wasn’t your job to look for him. “Was there anything that needed to be finished before the day ended?” 

He hums and thinks about it, then shakes his head. “Nope.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, giving him a skeptical look. 

“Positive.” 

“I don’t believe you.” There’s a tinge of defeat in your tone and the little smile he gives tells you he’s in that little mood to fuck with you. “Zuko, I’m serious— I don’t want to have more work for tomorrow.”

Oh, wow. You’re actually saying his name. 

He lets out this warm, airy laugh, further making a mockery of your suffering. “I didn’t even say anything.”

“You didn’t have to!”

“No,” he laughter dies into a low hum. “You’re all done for the day. Promise.” 

You just stare at him for a moment. It’s not that you don’t believe him, you do. He’s just a pest and you can’t believe he’s in charge of millions of people sometimes. 

“You should come train with me— I think it might help with whatever you got bottled up right now,” he casually offers.

“You scared me senseless and then you made me go around in circles trying to get an answer,” you slowly spell it out for him, not realizing it only fills his chest with a sick sense of pride. “This is because of you.”

“And now you can get revenge” he gives the solution easily, making it sound like the opportunity of a lifetime. “You won’t have to hold back on me, either. It’s probably been a while since you got to spar with someone without worrying about killing them.”

A smile manages to break through as you prepare to shut him down, yet words come out surprisingly sincere. “It pains me to say this, but I’m not sparring with someone as important as you.” 

“That’s the sweetest thing you ever said to me, you know that?” he manages to get a little remark in right before you start listing reasons why.

“Aside from Uncle Iroh, you’re pretty all alone. There is no one next in line, not even a child— that you could’ve had by now, by the way.”

“Yes, I could’ve had multiple,” he comments in amusement. 

“You have multiple meetings a week and they’re all with important people, too. Their job is to notice what’s wrong, especially when it comes to you. Any concerns they have, whether it be a scratch or bruise, can be made into a problem.”

“So what you’re saying is you’re afraid to hurt me?” he asks, words dripping from his lips like warm honey.

You’d think he’d be offended or maybe even start to make fun of you for thinking that, and you’re getting neither. He’s more flattered than anything right now. 

“I would love to.” you coldly break it to him, then go on to say a bunch of things that you hope he doesn’t make fun of you for. “But it’s you who puts on the Fire Lord’s crown everyday and people are safe now because of that— they get to live their lives in peace. Even if it were something light, I’m not going to spar with someone who has a title that actually means something. It’s not like I enjoy bending that much, anyway.”

Zuko finds himself completely still as he takes your words in— not tense, nor shocked, just processing them.

He thought you were kidding when you said he was too important. 

It’s not like his title was something you overlooked. He’s never even had to wonder if you approved of having him as the nation’s ruler. You’ve worked with him for years— of course he had your approval, of course you thought he was competent. He just never expected you to hold him in such high regard as the Fire Lord.

Taking responsibility for his family’s crimes has been nothing short of rewarding, but with it comes a certain guilt whenever he sat on that throne— it makes him wonder if it was time to shed some of that weight.

“Thank you.” His words come out tender, eyes golden and filled with awe. He’d like to say more, but something tells him that your words haven’t caught up to you yet, and so he clears his throat and moves on. “So what’s this about never having liked bending?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t really like fighting. All the running and jumping around is tiring” You murmur, just the thought of it makes you look miserable. “I only went to training because I had to.” 

“I’m sorry about that,” he hums, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn’t around for a good chunk of time, but he’s heard about how brutal that training was— all the fainting and bloody noses due to exhaustion. “Are you happy now, at least?” 

“What do you mean?”

“You’re family was set on turning you into a fucking killing machine,” he huffs out a laugh, still surprised that you hated fighting this entire time. “Are you happy with where you ended up instead?” 

“Mmm— yeah.” You pause and Zuko waits for the complaint. “It’d be nice if you made my job easier though and just answered my questions with a simple yes or no.”

“You know I like messing with you,” he murmurs, poking the tip of your nose and earning himself a little glare. “Makes my day a lot more fun.” 

“I am not your jester.” You try to say it with a straight face, only for you both to end up having to suppress a laugh, then remember what you came here for just shortly after. “I guess I should get going then since there’s no more work for today.” 

“Yeah— easy day.” He wishes you wouldn’t go right now. “…Are you returning to the north wing?”

That’s where your chambers are, on the complete opposite side of the palace grounds.

“Mhm,” you nod, shifting your stance— you can’t actually leave, he’s blocking the door. 

“Your chambers are up to standard, right?” He doesn’t move, he knows exactly what he’s doing. “I remember you complaining about them once.”

“That was two years ago,” you kindly remind him, his ability to remember such a small detail leaving you slightly concerned. You only complained about a creaky cabinet. “But, nope. I’m very cozy there.”  

“Can I see?” 

“No,” you say as politely as possible. “Any other questions?” 

He gives a contemplative hum— the longer it goes on the more concerned you grow. It’s not like you can leave since he hasn’t moved, so you’re forced to stand and wait. 

Now he’s tilting his head and studying your face. 

“Do you plan on ever asking anything?” 

“I was still thinking about it. But since you’re in a rush right now, sure.” The fabric of his shirt stretches over his biceps as he crosses his arms, eyes lazily trail down to your lips. “Let me kiss you again.”

You let out a long sigh as you start to murmur to yourself. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“I’m not,” his brows furrow with the defensive response. “Just one.” 

“Why?”

“I find it unfair that we both share the same experience, yet be in two different states of being— I was drunk.” It’s a pathetic excuse, one he just came up with.

“That’s your fault.” You almost mentioned the fact that he basically jumped on you and you had no idea about, but decided against it out of fear that it’d create an entire argument.  “Besides, I was tipsy, too.”

“I still think you should let me kiss you,” he persists.

“Of course you do.” 

“Can I?” 

“You are a pest,” you murmur to yourself once again. “Would you like me to escort you to one of your concubines?” 

“No, thanks,” he curtly says, before thinking again. “C’mon, I gave you a baby—“

You cut him off, because he did not— Mira is a child of the palace. “Don’t say it like that.” 

“Alright, fine, sorry.” He lazily holds his hands out in defense. “It’s really easy if you close your eyes, by the way.”

“You're full of shit.” 

“I am a man that would like a simple kiss.” 

You look at him, then the entrance he’s blocking, then back at him again. 

Zuko notices and smiles. “One kiss and you shall be released.” 

You were right, he was blocking the door on purpose. Bastard. It takes you a moment to even take his wishes into consideration. It probably won’t be awkward afterward since it’s happened before, but then that opens the door to him asking again. 

You look at him and he’s never looked more smackable with how unapologetic he is about it all. 

“You’ll let me go after?” 

“Mhm.” 

You take more time to respond, clearly struggling with the idea of allowing something like this to happen. A part of you wants to make a run for it, but you also don’t want to find out if he’d actually catch you. 

“Alright, fine,” you quietly say, already growing nervous from the grin that pulls out of him. 

“Don’t look so scared,” he hums as he starts walking closer. 

His words pull a slight frown from you. “It’s hard not to when you say it like that.”

He stops right in front of you and gently lifts your chin to look at him. “Like what?”

“That.” There’s less of a bite in your tone, he’s more intimidating when he’s this close. “Don’t make this any harder for me.” 

He rubs his thumb over your chin, giving you a sympathetic look. “I like it when you’re sweet like this.”

Just moments later, both of hands are cupping your jaw and he’s leaning forward. 

His lips are soft. 

They’re not crashing into you this time and you can’t help but think about how they’re pressed against you so gently. Even with the way he takes his dear time, everything feels so light, it’s easy to breathe. 

Slowly, he pulls away and you’re met with heavy lidded eyes. His hands are still cupped around your jaw, you’re not sure if you want them to pull away just yet. 

His thumbs rub over your cheeks. “Would you be mad about one more?” 

You know you should pull away, the disappointment for not doing so comes out in your voice. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” 

“I know,” he murmurs, nose brushing against yours before pressing another kiss against your lips. “I’ll leave you alone after this.” 

“I don’t believe you.”

His only response was another kiss. It starts off like the first, but becomes more familiar. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you in and deepening it, until the faint sounds of your lips parting and moving with his could be heard. 

By the time he pulls away, you’re both slightly out of breath, and you’re wondering if this is where the line should be drawn.

Zuko’s thinking the exact opposite. “Still think we shouldn’t be doing this?” 

“We shouldn’t be doing this at all,” you let out a small laugh. 

His hold on you is firm and when you fail to turn your face away, he looks at you in amusement. “Why are you laughing then?” 

“Because I was supposed to leave after the first one.” 

“Sorry about that.” He smiles and presses a kiss against your temple. “You’re allowed to admit that you’re liking this, by the way.”

“I’m not doing that,” you say, words stubborn and final. 

And Zuko laughs because you wouldn’t have the privilege to come up with such an answer if you were in another scenario. You’d be admitting to all kinds of things if he could have his way with you. 

He of course doesn’t say that, being the gentleman that he is. “You’re a very cruel woman, you know that?”

You press your finger into his chest. “And you are a very selfish man.” 

Which probably wasn’t a very good idea, the poking and the name calling. It seems to have put an inappropriate thought in his head given the groan he had to suppress. 

“I am a very selfish man,” he says in a dangerously low tone. 

And then his lips are on yours because for years he’s been deprived of one of the most simple joys in life: touching a woman he likes. 

So he touches you gently. He kisses you deeply. He has been fucking starving, but he savors you completely.

Until there’s metal crashing down on the floor, followed by a yelp that makes you push him away, hard. The servant’s apologizing profusely for dropping the platter that was carrying his tea and for intruding.

Then she scatters away, ashamed and embarrassed. She was under the impression that all of the Fire Lord’s intimate encounters took place in the chambers of his concubines. She was also under the impression that he only had intimate encounters with his concubines.

Which is correct. It’s also why you take off running after her. If the details of what she had just encountered began to spread, you are fucked.

notes: god i need him so fucking bad i just know he'd talk u through it wait im the writer HE DOES talk u through it

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Rose Garden Dreams

Pairing: FireLord!Zuko x RoyalAdvisor!Reader

Content: contrary to popular belief, the fire lord can't have everything he wants. however, even he’d admit that what he wanted was troublesome in itself, which is why he forces himself to be okay with having you by his side as his advisor. [tw: MDNI, angst/fluff/smut, apothecary diaries coded, so much yearning and longing, slowburn, porn with plot, there is no power imbalance he’s afraid of your father, zuko’s a little shit, jealous!zuko, we’re already married in his head, found family trope(ish), zuko has daddy issues] wc: 5.4k

notes: hi i was supposed to post this hours ago but my computer crashed and so did i 🙂 anyways be sure to check out the new tw's 😝 i feel like zuko's kind of a menace in this, kinda not?? idk lmk!

m.list | chapter one | chapter two | next chapter

Zuko goes through many, many different emotions upon waking up. 

First it’s confusion— he’s so hungover that he can barely remember his own name, let alone where he is. Then it’s annoyance because he feels someone tossing and turning beside him, which eventually makes him realize where he’s at, and that’s in between two of his concubines that he has no idea whether he fucked last night or not. 

Then it’s shame and embarrassment after remembering he basically threw himself at you last night and got kicked out of your room because of it. 

He sits up with a groan, rubbing the sleep off his eyes before looking both ways, wondering how to get out of bed without waking the two women up. He may not be that into them, but he wasn’t heartless enough to rip them out of their sleep. Eventually, he throws the sheets back and climbs over Saiyo since she seems to be in a deeper state of sleep, and then quickly covers her again, before stepping into the washroom to ready himself for the day. 

You and Hieto, the head of the Fire Nation’s Health and Wellness Department, were already waiting for him once he stepped inside the carriage. All Zuko offers is a light nod in his sorry state, too groggy to even say a simple good morning. Heito’s a true professional and greets the fire lord goodmorning, and you struggle to not look at him like he’s some diseased creature— which he’ll accept given what happened last night.

The ride to Republic City’s new rehabilitation center is quiet. The last time he was this quiet with you was the very first day you started working directly for him. He had already seen you around the palace grounds, but that was the first time you two had been face to face since you were children, before his father burned him and then banished him from the country. 

You were staring at it— the scar that was left behind. Not in judgement. If anything, it was more from sorrow. Having all of your attention left him feeling more shy than he’d like to admit— afraid to say the wrong thing, which he knows is ridiculous given his place in the hierarchy. 

One can never be too comfortable in his place, though. 

At times you’ll make fun of him for being too traditional, maybe even more traditional than his father in certain aspects, but he doesn’t have much of a choice. With the state his grandfather and father left the nation, there was a lot needed of him in order to appease all the sides that they had split up through years of war and tyranny. The most important being the relationships he kept with seven of the big clans.

It’s been difficult at times in the past, especially with yours, but it was still the easiest way to keep the peace. It was simple— keep a few concubines, pass a few harmless bills, meet people halfway. 

He’s gotten used to his duties over the years, yet he never truly gotten used to you. Or rather, the fact that he can’t have more. Having you as his advisor was the most Zuko was going to get. 

There was one point where he was dumb enough to think it might’ve worked, but now, it’d be a political death sentence if you two had gotten together. Not only did your family hold enough power and influence, but they also refused to align themselves with others— not even with the Fire Lord. It has always left the other clans feeling unsettled. 

For years, your clan has always gone along with the Fire Lord’s wishes— it has nothing to do with loyalty and all to do with the fact that they all just simply do their jobs, which they were scarily good at. Ozai wants war? Sure. Zuko wants peace amongst nations? No problem. 

Usually that’d be seen as a good thing, but given how the army itself has looked up to your grandfather and your father, that was an issue. Nobody would be surprised if half of them were secret loyalists, and that terrified everyone— the thought of your clan branching off one day and successfully staging a coup. 

Zuko choosing to have you as his advisor did absolutely nothing to ease their worries. You may have the same ideals as him, but no one forgot about the incident between you and your father when you turned 18 years old. You were young, ready for some freedom, and filled with rage after learning he signed you up for the military. Nobody forgot about the sheer amount of power they witnessed you exercise against him that day— sending bolts of lightning his way as you chased him down, yelling at him to take your name off of the roster. 

You were going to kill him.

It was just one of the many, many skeletons that are hidden in your family’s closet.

Zuko wasn’t there to witness it, but it didn’t surprise him one bit. The only time you were allowed to interact with kids your age was during school and training, you were never allowed to go outside and play. Of course you snapped the way you did. 

But that’s a story for another time. 

For now, just know the man has no idea what the hell to say to you after last night. Especially not with the expressionless look on your face at the moment, making him wonder if he should just pretend like nothing ever happened, too.  

He didn’t want to. You kissed him back with the same amount of eagerness before pushing him away, after all— he wasn’t going to forget that any time soon. 

. . . . . 

There’s a few rehabilitation centers scattered throughout the city, with each location having its own focus and goal. The one you arrive at is at the edge of the town, closer to the mountains, and can be considered to be a correctional facility. 

To your surprise, the first one to greet the three of you is a very sober Aang. You’d think he’d be a little hungover, but a night out clearly doesn’t stop the Avatar from being a morning person. 

Then there’s Zuko, who needs a fucking nap. You took one look at him in the carriage this morning and knew he didn’t even try. He tied his hair up in a bun and ditched the usual royal get-up for a tunic and training pants. The only thing that hints at him being the Fire Lord is the robe he threw on since it has the imperial symbol on the back, but even then, his demeanor was more of a prince slacking off on his duties. 

Good thing the Avatar was there to remind the entire staff who they were all in the presence of.

“Alright, on your knees everyone!” Aang looks around behind him and shouts, cupping his hands together at his mouth so everyone could hear him loud and clear. “Lord Big Dick has arrived. Mhm, yup— look at him.” 

There’s not a glint of joy in Zuko’s eyes as he walks further inside. It felt less like a government facility and more like a circus with all the clapping Aang is doing. As if he couldn’t be any more peeved at the moment, the employees do end up getting on their knees. 

“Please stop bowing,” he murmurs, feeling his brain start to pound against his skull harder.  

Aang crosses his arms and smiles rather proudly, further agitating the Lord. “Yeah, you see that? Sexy and humble.” 

“I—“ Zuko cuts himself off, then takes a long, deep breath in hopes to ground himself. “Hey, Aang?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Stop talking.”

All the Avatar does in return is laugh. Getting on the Lord’s last nerve is fun, especially when you’re one of the very few individuals that can get away with it, but that grumpy Lord is still his friend, which is why he decides to lay off and take it easy on him for the rest of the tour. 

The main difference between this facility and the ones back in the Fire Nation is that this one actually tries to help correct behavior rather than punish it. 

Key word: Try. 

Not everyone wanted to be saved.

What immediately caught your attention was how clean the facility was. It wasn’t some cold, dusty place where people were left to rot. If anything, the natural lightning and addition of indoor plants made it feel more like a nice getaway.

Of course, there were people still in confinement, but you were pleasantly surprised to learn that a majority of the people in the program were free to walk around. They all looked happy to be there, too— whatever they were doing was clearly working.

You and Heito spoke to a handful of the members, all of whom were eager to share their stories and most importantly, proud to talk about how far they’ve come. Most had similar stories of trauma and hardships, with their crimes being a direct result of being forced to suffer through it all alone. 

Some have come to accept it, some have even forgiven themselves— then there was one guy that tried to take his anger out on Zuko. He wasn’t even mad about getting cussed out. His fathers reign of terror wasn’t that long ago— his family probably was the cause of all this poor man’s problem. 

You will never understand how Zuko can stay so calm while having someone practically bark in his face, let alone allow them to. He got a reaction out of him once, and that was when he told him he had a small dick— Zuko laughed, because it’s really fucking not, then apologized. 

The slew of insults ended with the one last final, “Fuck you— Your father ruined so many fuckin’ lives, I hope that evil bastard rots in hell.”

“Yeah, me too,” Zuko responds in a tone that’s way too casual, which throws the man off because he said a lot.

He was expecting him to respond with something more rehearsed. It didn’t even sound like he was trying to relate to the guy, his words just came off more as a parent tired of their child embarrassing them. 

You’d think his father would stop being less of a thorn in his side given how he’s been behind bars for years now, but he still finds ways to inconvenience Zuko. 

Just last week, he had to stand there and listen to another sob story about how he’s getting older and needed to be treated with dignity— his definition of dignity being released and put in a nice home, somewhere far away with lots of servants. His father does it every three moments. It’s the only time he requests to speak with him, actually. 

He usually comes up with a respectful way to turn him down, since he’s the one that wanted to treat that evil piece of shit with dignity in the first place— a big mistake by the way, dignity’s been his favorite fucking word ever since. 

Zuko wasn’t in the mood to fake being nice, but he wasn’t exactly in the mood to be rude, either. Instead he crouched down, looked him in the eye and made a joke that Ozai did not find funny. 

“How about this,” Zuko began to strike a deal with him, bringing a glint of hope in his old man’s eyes. “I’ll let you out of here when the scar around my eye magically disappears.”

It took a moment for his father to process those words. 

Zuko likes to describe his father as someone that gets deeply offended from the sight of joy— to the point where Ozai actually threatened to kill him once for laughing too hard when he was 7 years old. So, you can only imagine how enraged he was when he realized his son was poking fun at him and at the scar that was supposed to bring him shame. 

‘Worthless, deformed bastard’ was one of the many insults his father threw at him as he walked away, yet the only thing that stuck to him was the grating pitch in Ozai’s voice as continued to have a meltdown. He can just hear his father yelling now, and it’s hurting his fucking teeth. 

The member is still staring at Zuko in disbelief once he snaps out of it. 

“What was your name again?” Zuko asks. 

“…Haru?” 

“That’s easy to remember,” Zuko says to himself, not exactly paying attention to Haru's sudden change in attitude. He never really cared for it to begin with. “If you ever find yourself interested in becoming an imperial guard, I’ll have a spot waiting for you.” 

Haru looks at you and Heito in confusion, making you chime in. “You don’t have to. But, if you do, just know that everyone who works at the palace is well taken care of. Lots of opportunities for advancement, as well. I’m sure you’ll find it very rewarding.”

You couldn’t help but add that last part, knowing Zuko only offered him the job to fuck with Ozai a little. The former tyrant already has three big meals a day, clean clothes, a comfy futon and a couple of board games to keep him entertained, he can handle a little day to day banter.

The visit ends with a small chat with Aang and one of the program directors, Jin, in the courtyard. They were both aware of the rising tension in the Fire Nation, but didn’t know about the brothel incident in the Silk District until you told them— piquing Jin’s interest more than you had expected.

Zuko’s pretty much back to normal too, not that it makes much of a difference. He’s always been more of a listener and would rather let everyone else speak first. 

And when he does finally speak, it’s because you’re asking him a question. 

“What do you think of taking Jin back with us when we leave?” you ask him.

Zuko takes one look at the awkward man and almost rolls his eyes at how flattered he is that you want to take him home like he’s some kind of pet. He doesn’t even bother asking if he’d be okay with being borrowed, he’s clearly begging for it. 

“Yeah,” he nods, faking the enthusiasm in his tone, then turns to Heito. “You already have a location in mind, right?” 

Heito nods. “Yes, Sir.” 

“Alright, cool.”

His tone came out clipped as he side-eyed the director, ready to tell him that he’s standing too close to you and that he is not your fucking type. The only thing that stopped him was Heito, who asked if everyone was ready to go— Zuko’s answer being almost immediate.

“Let’s go.”

. . . 

The next day is spent visiting an orphanage.

At first, it brought that same heavy feeling the correction center brought, maybe even more since you’re around a bunch of innocent children. You’d say that it’s probably the highlight of your trip, though, thanks to all the little moments of joy they brought throughout the day.

From the start, you knew it’d be hard to leave once you saw how excited they were. Running up to you to show off their drawings, talking about their favorite subjects in school— also eager to tell their stories like the members from yesterday, just in their own way. 

“E-Excuse me!” A little boy begins to pat on Zuko’s leg, trying to get his attention. “What happened to your eye?” he asks, unable to hide his concern.

It’s a question he gets every time he’s around children— he was pretty much waiting just for it at that point. 

“Oh, this?” He crouches down with a smile. “I got burned in an accident when I was younger.” 

Obviously not the truth, but that’s not a story you tell a five year old.

The kid tilts his head. “Does it hurt?” 

“Nah, I’m alright,” he says, suppressing a laugh as he ruffles the kids' hair. 

“Yeah, he’s strong!” another kid says, and Zuko easily agrees with that. 

You would’ve laughed had you not noticed a girl, who had to be around three, trying to get your attention. She’s been staring at you for quite some time now and shuffled away when you tried to say hi, but you guess she finally mustered up the courage to say something. 

“I like pink,” she quietly reveals, pointing at the lining of your robe. You’re still not wearing your nation's colors and opted to wear white and light pinks today. 

“I like pink, too.” You smile as she makes herself comfortable, reaching out and touching your robe, intrigued by silky texture as well. “Is pink your favorite color?” 

“Yeah!” She smiles back, quickly warming up to you. “Are you a princess?” 

You laugh a little. “A princess? No, I’m just a normal girl.” Your mood’s immediately ruined when you hear Zuko snort at that— you don’t even know why he’s even trying to intrude on your conversation right now, this little girl clearly likes you more. “What?”

“You come from a family full of nobles,” he reminds you with a smug grin, then looks at the little girl. “She is a princess.” 

She giggles and jumps around a little. “Are you a prince?” 

He grins, like a fucking asshole. “Close— I’m a king.” 

You roll your eyes, muttering “whatever” under your breath before a bunch of kids start asking him different questions all at the same time. 

Aside from Heito, who left hours ago, the Fire Lord’s visit lasted the entire day. You were supposed to leave around lunch, yet you stayed for lunch and dinner. The little girl, who you came to know as Mira, stayed glued to your hip the entire time. At one point she took a nap in your arms after tiring herself out, but not before making sure you’d still be there when she woke up. 

You guess the good thing about working for Zuko is that he doesn’t rush you while you try and fail to say goodbye to Mira. He stayed back, leaning against the door as he quietly watched.

“Are you coming back tomorrow?” she asks with a pout on her face. 

Zuko also sees a slight pout on your face as you hesitate to answer. “I don’t know… we have a lot of work to do tomorrow. If I can’t, do you want me to send you letters?” 

The kid lets out a defeated sigh. “But— but I don’t know how to read.” 

“That’s okay,” you hum and rub her arm. “Your teacher can read it to you and you can tell her what to write back.” 

Her eyes light up. “Really?” 

“Yeah, of course.” You easily promised the girl, unaware of the fond look that always manages to appear on Zuko's face whenever he sees you at the orphanage back home. “You can tell me all about school and what you’ve been up to.” 

Her little smile returns as she nods. “Okay!” 

The little agreement between you made it easier for her to go back to her caretaker afterwards without crying. The man you’re now sitting alone with on the way back could say the same for you. You’d never admit it, though. 

For a moment, he seriously thought you were going to bring her back home with you, given how quick you were to bring back the director from yesterday, too. 

“You should’ve seen the caretaker's face when you decided she was going to read and write those letters for Mira,” he says, breaking the uncomfortable silence that set in once you stepped out of the orphanage.

You curse under your breath, you never even asked if she’d be okay with that. “I hope she doesn’t get tired from it. Fuck— what if she just throws my letters away? She’s gonna think I lied to her.” 

“I doubt it,” he stifles a laugh. “You can always have one of the fire representatives make visits and handle the letters for her, if you want.” 

“You actually think they’d do that?” 

“Sure.” He shrugs. It’s not like they’d have much of a choice if it’s a direct order from him. “They deal with assholes all the time, it’d probably be a nice break for them.” 

“I guess,” you hum. “I want it to be someone that’s a little more gentle, though. They’re all so serious, it’d probably scare her.” 

“We’ll get someone that has daughters to do it, then,” he says, determined to help you keep your promise to the kid. 

“Thank you,” you quietly say— had he been any further, he probably wouldn’t have heard you.

More silence. The discomfort it brought made it difficult to fully breathe. You had no idea what to say to him— especially not when that kiss started to replay in your mind. Heat creeped up your neck as you continued to push the image away.

Eventually, you come to the conclusion that there was only one way out of this mental torture, and that was to apologize.

“So uhm…” You barely look at him, instead you mess with your robe. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for being cold towards you these last few weeks.” 

He raises his head, looking stupidly happy about being the one to receive an apology first. “You sure you’re not just saying that because you had fun today?” 

“…Maybe.” A smile starts to tug at your lips, just glad he responded with something lighthearted. “I shouldn’t have dragged it out for that long, though. Sorry for making everything more difficult than it should’ve been.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t exactly making it easy for you when you wanted to stay back.” He leans back in his seat, remembering how he went straight to demanding that you come along. “It wasn’t fair of me to try to talk to you when I was drunk and mad, either. I’m sorry about that.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, still playing with the lining of your robe, “...for the apology and for throwing out the chancellors' request to investigate the damages done in the east wing.” 

“No need to mention it.” He waves a hand, brushing it off as if he wasn’t startled by the sudden crack of lightning.

He’s going to pretend like he wasn’t considering filing charges against your clan, either— not because he felt that you needed to be reprimanded, but because he wanted to add a tally to his side of the scoreboard. 

The funny thing is you still have no idea about your clan paying for the damages. Your father didn’t even have to ask if it was you. All it took was one of his soldiers mentioning the incident for his fatherly intuition kicked in, making him extend the training break so he could slip the lord some hush money.

Zuko politely refused at first, hoping it’d build some sort of trust with your father, only to quickly realize there was absolutely nothing to build on. He truly didn’t care to form alliances with anyone outside of his family.

“I appreciate your forgiveness, but my daughter is still indebted to you. I won’t be able to sleep at night as her father knowing it could be used as leverage to turn her into some useless concubine—“ 

Zuko’s eyes widened. “No, I-I would never do that—“ 

“Right, right.” He doesn’t believe him one bit. “Unfortunately, your words bring me no comfort, but neither does the word of god. So please, allow me to soothe my spirit by taking responsibility for my daughter’s mistakes.” 

That entire interaction left Zuko staring at the wall for over half an hour, insulted and confused by the strategists' lack of trust in him. 

He clears his throat, pushing past the silence before it grows uncomfortable again. “I haven’t gotten the chance to thank you for today and yesterday.”

You blink a couple times. “...For what?” 

“You know.” Zuko does some awkward hand gesture and you still don’t know. “Like talking and getting to know everyone in the programs.” 

“Oh… thanks,” you say, still confused as to where this is coming from. “I haven’t been doing anything different, though.”

“I appreciate it either way,” he says, somehow managing to be both vague and straightforward. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“Do what?” you nearly laugh, convinced he’s talking just to talk at this point.

“Fuck— everything,” he huffs, unsure where to even start— you’re fucking perfect. “Always asking the right questions, coming up with solutions with everyone's best interest in mind— all the thought and effort. Even in conversations, you always know what to say. Heito sucks at getting to know people.” 

“Are you sure you’re not just trying to get on my good side again?”

“No, I’m just— half the council doesn’t give a shit,” he admits. “At least you do.” 

His comment about the council pulls a small laugh out of you, then dies down into a hum. “Of course I do. I can’t take it out on the civilians. It’s not their fault that their Lord is—“

“Is what?” he murmurs, daring you to finish that statement.

You innocently shrug. “A little moody.”

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles. “Lucky for them his advisors on the public’s side.”

“Mhm— exactly.”

If only your father knew just how much Zuko agreed with him— it wouldn’t be fair to the world if he kept you locked away. He has you to thank for a majority of the good decisions he’s made. At this point, your opinion’s more valuable than his. He might get annoyed seeing other men stare at you sometimes, but it’s never stopped him from bringing you wherever he goes. He wanted you to be admired and remembered by others.  

The idea of taking you in as a concubine has always been out of the question, despite what that crazy old man thinks. 

“I can’t think of anyone more deserving of a crown.”

The carriage creaks.

You can’t help but just stare. 

And Zuko stares back, because he fucking means it. 

He’s also aware of how much you hate hearing this stuff. For some reason, it leaves you very, very vulnerable and that’s the one thing you don’t know how to handle. 

Unfortunately, Zuko knows exactly how to break you down a bit. He enjoys watching you spiral, too. He’s just not sure which one’s worse at this point.

“That’s not,” The words die out in your throat, you want to crawl out of your skin. “You can’t just say things like that.”

“Yeah, I know.” The soothing tone he uses does nothing to settle you, there’s not one ounce of remorse in it. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I— are you dumb?” you struggle to find the words, and it’s an amusing sight to see. 

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t ask your Lord such disrespectful questions,” he playfully scolds you, hoping it makes you worse so he can show you just how little he cares. 

“You have an entire courtyard of women waiting for that crown.” 

“It’s not for them.”

“Yes, it is!” You can’t help but snap at him. “That’s the whole point of their families sending them here— to have your kids!”

“It’s not a requirement.”

“No, it’s not because it just happens when you do your part.” You continue to scold him, even more annoyed at fact that you even have to explain that “God, you’re so difficult— you have so many to choose from, why can’t you just fucking pick one?!”

“I like being difficult.” He looks away as he huffs out a laugh, knowing it’ll just get worse if he continues to look at you. “Nobody’s getting that crown.”

You let out a long sigh. “You can’t just joke about stuff like that.” 

Zuko just nods and lets you believe whatever you want to believe.

He wasn’t kidding, though— that crown is yours. He’ll melt that thing down to a useless rock before anyone else could have it. 

“I’m serious— the council’s already asking questions about the next heir.” 

It’s only been brought up once, but once is enough to get the ball rolling. The topic will only become more frequent with time, and if they heard him talking like this, there will be a push.

“As if I don't have bigger things to worry about, like the crime rate shooting up,” he laughs bitterly.

He decided a long time ago that everyone was going to have to wait for an heir. He already has millions of citizens to take care of and he’s clearly not doing enough with the Silk District plummeting to hell. 

It might be too late to try to look at the bright side, but you felt a little bad for the sudden wave of stress that topic brought over him. “At least you’re doing something about it.”

“I’m trying.” He turns to look outside the carriage and catches some of the moonlight peeking through. “Go easy on me in the mean time— I’m stressed.”

“Right.” You hold back a laugh and nod. “You say that as if I’m the one that starts the fights.” 

“You should probably start remembering how important you are, then. I need you around,” he reminds you, this time around it’s said with a certainty that leaves no room for extra questions.

For once, you allow yourself to look at the way it highlights the features of his face— from his nose, to his eyes, to his jaw. So sharp. Yet even now in all his seriousness, there’s still something so soft about him. For the longest time you wondered what it was, only for you to remember what Zuko was like as a kid. He had his moments like any other child— cried a lot, too— but he always tried to do the right thing, even after all of the suffering he’s gone through. 

He’s just a good person. 

Time has only proven his father wrong— a child born with a heart of gold was the luckiest of them all.

. . . . .

Time moves slow when you’re miserable. It explains why you’re already boarding the air ship to go back home— the rest of the trip went by in a blink of an eye once you finally settled things with Zuko. 

You didn’t expect much from this trip aside from touring facilities and learning about the new programs— now you’re leaving with more people than you came with. There’s a little over a dozen volunteers, one of them being Jin, the director from the correction facility. 

At first you were worried Zuko would be stand-offish with him. It’s hard not to after catching him glaring at the guy, multiple times, for no reason when they first met, but he ended up being more preoccupied with something else. 

He was more quiet than usual, troubled over whatever thoughts were running through his mind. Then from the corner of your eye, you catch him looking at you four separate times.

The fifth is when you finally give him attention.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stop by the orphanage real quick and grab Mira?” 

“She’s a child,” you remind him, since he’s treating adoption like a grocery store run. “I can’t just rip her away from her home at the last minute. Besides, they probably won’t even allow that.” 

Zuko can’t say he’s too surprised at the way you immediately lashed out at him. It’s been well over an hour since you’ve said goodbye to the kid and your eyes are still puffy.

“What if they did allow it?” 

“Why are you even asking me this right now? I can’t adopt a child right now,” your eyes start to well up again, voice threatening to break in a whine. “Who’s going to watch her?”

He’s not used to seeing you cry and pauses in fear of saying something that’ll lead to actual tears. He probably should’ve worded it better from the start. This entire idea was last minute to begin with. 

“I don’t know I was just thinking, since she’s the youngest and nobody wants to play with her, we can just move her to the orphanage at the palace. Most of the kids there are on the younger side anyway.”

“Wait.” The tears stop, you take in a sharp breath. “She won’t have to play in the corner by herself anymore. Do you think they’d actually let us do that?” 

Zuko has spent the last 6 days watching you build a bond with a little girl who adored you from the start, then he had to watch your heart break in fucking half when you had to say goodbye— never again.

He will literally kidnap Mila if he has to. 

It probably won’t be that difficult in your case, though. Her caretakers already know how much you adore her. They’ve seen the way her eyes light up when you’re around. She might not be going to a traditional family, but for all the selfish reasons people can have children, he sees nothing wrong with you taking her back home so she doesn’t have to play alone anymore.

So, yes, he thinks they will let you do that.

chapter recap:

- we met zuko’s dad and he lw hates him 🙂‍↕️

- more of readers backstory. she pretty much refuses to be with zuko bc her clans seen as problematic and since she’s not a concubine, it’ll probably set some people off. if the clans aren’t balanced, it could lead to a rebellion/someone trying to take the throne. readers also annoyed that he won’t fuck his concubines because not having an heir also causes civil unrest and could also lead to someone else trying to take the throne lol so she cares! she just wants to live in a peaceful country

- zuko hated seeing reader cry so much he gave her a baby (there’s an orphanage in the palace grounds that reader can visit her in)

- im sure im missing something

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[sadisticslut666]

Zuko loves fuckin’ you in a mating press

You’re on round four—no, five?—and you’ve completely lost count. The clock on the nightstand says it’s been almost three hours since you’d argued about who could last longer and Zuko first pushed you down onto his bed, taunting, “Let’s see how long you can keep up with me, princess.”

Turns out? Not as long as him.

Zuko’s still going like he could do this all night. Hell, like he could do this all week. Sweat’s dripping down his sculpted chest, black hair sticking to his forehead in messy strands.

His hips snap into you with the same relentless rhythm he started with. “Fuuuck, Z-Zuko—hnngh—slow down—ahh!” You’re gasping, nails digging into his shoulders as another orgasm makes your pussy clench tighter.

Your thighs are trembling around his waist, pussy clenching around his thick cock like it’s trying to milk him dry for the hundredth time tonight. Everything’s so wet—your slick, his cum from the last round, the squelches from your soaked pussy.

He laughs, leaning down to bite at your collarbone. “Aww, already tapping out? But you feel so good, princess. This pretty little pussy’s so wet.” He rolls his hips in a slow grind, dragging the head of his cock through your folds before thrusting again. “Look at you… all fucked out and still taking me so well. That’s my girl.”

You whine, head tossing back against the pillow. “I can’t—nghh—I’m gonna—again—!”

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock again?” He speeds up just enough to make you orgasm again. “Fuck I love you, baby. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”

He keeps going—switching positions whenever you think you’re about to pass out, using his stupidly endless stamina like it’s nothing. By the time the sky outside starts to lighten, you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost track, and Zuko’s finally starting to sound a little worn himself.

His hips lose their perfect rhythm as he chases his own release for what feels like the tenth time tonight. He thrusts hard, punctuating each word. “See? Told—you—we’d—have—fun.” as he continues to stroke into your overfilled, overstimulated slick pussy. “How about round six after a quick nap?”

You turn around to look at him, body sore from being folded every which way. “Zuko, no.”

“C’mon princess? What’s one more?”

a/n: sorry for acting insane about my dadaman i stayed up late to write this omf m gonna b so dead for work tmrw but its ok cus whew I been WAITIN FOR THIS ONE like ZUKO ZADDYYY omfg I love u so much CUS WE FUCKIN FOR HOURSSS

[kazekasky]

I'm finally doneee with this adult Zuko fanart from the new atla movie! Let me know your thoughts and who you want me to draw next! I'd like to draw Sokka, Toph AND THAT GORGEOUS WOMAN FROM THE DENIED (idk why she's so underrated). Stay tuned for that!

✨ btwwww I have open commissions on VGen and Kirke + adoptables on Toyhouse! linktree in bio! ✨

[sadisticslut666]

It’s sundress no panties weather in the FireNation

You love springtime because that means long walks, gardening, foraging and your favorite… teasing Zuko with no panties under your sundress.

The first truly warm day after a long, gray winter hit the Fire Nation countryside like a blessing from Agni himself. Golden sunlight poured over the rolling hills surrounding your private estate.

Zuko was already in the garden when you found him, sleeves rolled up, sweat glistening on the scarred side of his face as he helped turn soil for the new herb beds you’d insisted on planting. His dark hair was tied back, a few strands sticking to his neck from the heat.

You stepped out onto the stone path wearing a light, breezy sundress the color of ripe peaches that flowed just below your ass. No bra and definitely no panties.

“Need some help, my lord?” you called sweetly, putting an extra pep in your step making your tits almost bounce out the dress.

Zuko straightened, wiping his forehead with the back of his wrist. His golden eyes flicked to you, softening instantly at the sight of you in the sunlight. “You shouldn’t be out here in this heat without a hat,” he grumbled, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “You’ll burn.”

“I like the heat,” you replied, stepping closer until you were just within arm’s reach. You bent slightly to examine the soil he’d turned, letting the hem of your dress ride up the backs of your thighs. The breeze kissed your exposed pussy, as you stretched even farther exposing the soft curve of your ass with the bare, already slick folds between your thighs catching his attention as you continued, “Besides… I thought you might want company.”

Before you could straighten up, Zuko’s hands were on you. His calloused palms landed firmly on your bare ass, “No panties,” he muttered, “You really walked out here like this, knowing exactly what it would do to me.”

“Mmm. Guilty.” You arched back into him, “It’s warm. I wanted to feel the breeze… and you.”

One hand stayed gripping your right cheek while the other slid lower. Without warning, two thick fingers dragged through your slick folds from behind, parting them and immediately pushing the tip of his middle finger into your dripping cunt. “Oh!” you yelped in surprise, eyes widening.

“Should’ve known you’d pull this the first warm day,” he groaned, his fingers playing with your slick. You couldn’t help pushing back against his hand, your hips rolling instinctively as his finger sank deeper. He pumped it slowly at first, then faster, the wet sounds of your arousal barely masked by the breeze rustling the leaves. His thumb brushed teasingly over your clit as a needy whine slipped from your lips as you rocked back onto his finger.

The sundress had ridden up completely now, bunched around your waist, leaving your ass and pussy fully exposed to the open garden air while Zuko played with you. Then, just as suddenly as he’d started, he pulled his finger free. You stood up straight with a frustrated whimper, turning to face him. “Hey—why’d you stop?”

Zuko brought his glistening finger to his mouth, locking eyes with you as he sucked it clean. He smirked, “We’re outside, princess. You really want the groundskeepers to see us like that?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes even as your cheeks burned and your thighs pressed together, trying to ease the ache he’d left behind. “As if the servants and everyone else at the palace aren’t already gossiping about our sex life. Half of them probably place bets on how loud I’ll be each night.”

His hand slipped back under your dress, palming your ass again, “If you’re that impatient… we can go inside. Or I can bend you over right here and make sure you stay quiet. Whatever you want, my princess.”

You bit your lip, “Right here,” you whispered, “Bend me over. I don’t want to wait.”

Your ass lifted naturally, fully exposed as he shoved the peach-colored dress up to bunch around your waist. He kicked your feet wider apart with his boot, one hand staying heavy on the small of your back to keep you pinned as you heard the rustle of fabric as he shoved his loose garden pants down just enough to free his cock.

“Quiet,” he reminded you, even as the head of his cock nudged insistently against your soaked pussy. “Or I’ll have to cover that pretty mouth.”

You barely had time to nod before he thrusted in, cock slipping through your wet slick. Zuko’s hand immediately clamped over your mouth, his scarred cheek brushing yours as he leaned over you. “I said quiet,” he hissed, though you could hear the smirk in his tone.

You whimpered against his palm, pushing back to meet him, desperate for more. His hips snapped forward again, setting a ruthless pace that had the wooden bed creaking beneath you.

The angle was perfect—his thick cock fucking strokes that rocked you forward with every thrust, your bare breasts bouncing beneath the thin dress, nipples dragging against the fabric. “Hnngh—ah—h-harder, Zuko, p-please,” you whimpered, pushing back to meet every powerful stroke. “Fill me, Zuko… please—”

He angled his hips just right, grinding deep on every thrust until your legs started to shake. “Is my princess gonna come for me?”

Princess, fuck that made you cum everytime. You moaned loudly, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock as he groaned, “So tight,” He buried himself as deep as he could go and came inside you. “You know how much I look forward to this every time spring comes around? I love you so much, my empress.” He expressed his love as hot, thick pulses of cum filled your cunt until it started to leak out around his shaft with every shallow thrust.

He stayed pressed against you for a long moment, both of you panting under the bright spring sun. Before he tugged the sundress back down over your hips, though the fabric was now wrinkled and slightly damp. Turning you in his arms, he cupped your flushed face and kissed you.

Oh you couldn’t wait for the rest of the season.

a/n: no bc seriously its sundress no panties weather FINALLYYYYYY

[sadisticslut666]

Choso whimpers so loud

It’s embarrassing, really. The walls in the dorms at Jujutsu High are thin as hell, and everyone knows it. You told him to keep it down tonight even pressed your palm over his mouth the first time he started whimpering. But the second you sank down on his cock, all that self-control evaporated.

Choso’s eyes roll back that instant, “F-fuck—ngh— ahh—!” His hips twitch up involuntarily as your walls clench around him. He’s so deep like this, thick cock stretching you open.

You lean down, lips brushing his ear. “Choso, baby… quieter,” you whisper, even as you roll your hips again,

He shakes his head frantically, black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. “C-can’t—ahh—you feel too good—nghh!” The moan that follows is downright pornographic, loud enough that you’re pretty sure Satoru’s room is right down the hall and he’s definitely hearing every single second of this.

Choso’s face is flushed dark red, eyes half-lidded and glassy, tears already clinging to his lashes. Every time you clench around his thick cock he lets out another whimper. “Shit—Choso—Shut up,” you whisper as you slap a hand over his mouth, but he just moans louder against your palm.

His hips jerk up involuntarily, fucking into you with shallow, needy thrusts that make the bed creak. “Mmmph—please—don’t stop—” he mumbles against your fingers, voice muffled but still way too loud. You feel his cock throb hard inside you, already leaking, already so close even though you’ve barely started.

You ride him harder, grinding down in tight circles, trying to keep your own moans quiet while you shush him. “Shh—shh, baby, quiet—fuck, you gotta be quiet—” But it’s useless. The whimper that comes out of him this time is even louder, cracking high and pretty as his thrusts meet yours

You pry one hand off his mouth just long enough to grab a pillow and shove it over his face. “Bite this,” you whisper urgently, bouncing faster, the wet slap of skin on skin still echoing way too clearly in the tiny room. “Come on, Choso, muffle it—”

He obeys for half a second—teeth sinking into the fabric with a desperate groan—but then you clench around him again and the pillow does nothing. “Ahh—nghh—can’t—too good—hah—!”

His thighs tremble underneath you, hips snapping up harder as he gets closer. You can feel him pulsing, “Choso—quiet—fuck, they’re gonna hear you—”

Too late.

Choso’s whole body seizes, back arching hard as he cums so loud the pillow is fuckin’ useless. He keeps whimpering through every pulse with little “ah—ah—ah—” sounds that get louder instead of quieter as his hips jerk up in sloppy thrusts.

You finally lift the pillow from his mouth and he immediately lets out one last weak, satisfied whine, nuzzling into your neck

You were both so fucked.

Choso whimpers so loud… and the whole damn dorm probably just heard exactly how good you make him feel.

a/n: hnghh I feel like a horny slut on my period damnnit

[frostedpinkdoll]

Begging Firelord!zuko to fuck you in a headlock!

cw : fem!reader ◞ rough sex◞ choking ◞ creampie, headlock play ◞ begging ◞ dirty talk ◞ oral sex◞ vaginal penetration ◞ p without plot ◞

"Zuko, please," you plead, your voice breathless and needy as you kneel before him on the plush rugs of his private chambers, the flickering torchlight casting shadows over his regal form.

Your hands clutch at the edges of his deep red robes, fingers trembling with anticipation. "I need it—put me in a headlock. Choke me while you fuck me senseless. Make me yours completely."

Zuko's amber eyes darken with raw desire, his scarred face tightening as he looms over you, His long black hair sways slightly as he reaches down, gripping your chin firmly to tilt your head back, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

"You beg so prettily," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. "But you know what happens when you ask for my control. I'll squeeze that pretty neck until you're gasping for air, until your pussy clenches around my cock from the lack of it."

Your core throbs at his words, arousal flooding you as you nod eagerly, lips parting in a whimper. "Yes—do it. I want to feel your arm locked around my throat, your strength pinning me down. Fuck me hard while I struggle for breath."

He doesn't make you wait; with a growl, Zuko hauls you up by your arms, spinning you around to face the nearby bed draped in crimson silks. His body presses flush against your back, the hard length of his erection grinding into your ass through the thin fabric of your undergarments.

Rough hands yank your clothes away, tearing the delicate material with impatient tugs until you're bare and exposed, skin prickling in the warm air.

Zuko sheds his own robes swiftly, the layered fabrics pooling at his feet, revealing his toned, scarred torso—muscles honed from battles and rule, cock standing thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum at the tip.

He shoves you forward onto the bed, your hands bracing against the mattress as he climbs behind you, one knee nudging your thighs apart.

"On your back," he commands, voice edged with authority, and you scramble to obey, flipping over to lie supine, legs splaying wide in invitation. Your pussy glistens with wetness, folds swollen and aching for him.

Zuko positions himself between your legs, his weight settling over you like a predator claiming prey. But instead of thrusting in immediately, he leans down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss—tongue invading, teeth nipping your lower lip until you taste the faint metallic tang of blood.

You arch into him, hands roaming his broad shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscle. "Zuko... the headlock. Please, I need it now," you gasp against his lips, hips bucking up to rub your slick entrance along his shaft. He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he pulls back, saliva stringing between your mouths.

"Greedy little thing," he says, shifting to straddle your waist briefly, his cock slapping heavily against your belly. Then, with deliberate slowness, he maneuvers his arm—strong and corded from years of wielding fire—around your neck from the side, hooking it into a loose headlock that presses his bicep against your throat.

The position forces your head to turn slightly toward him, cheek smooshed against his forearm, his scar visible up close as he tightens just enough to make your pulse thunder under his skin.

"Like this?" he taunts, squeezing experimentally, cutting off your air for a heartbeat before easing up. You nod frantically, eyes watering with the thrill, pussy clenching emptily. "Beg louder. Tell me how bad you want my cock splitting you open while I choke the breath from you."

"Please, Zuko—fuck me!" you cry out, voice hoarse already, hands grabbing at his thighs to pull him down. "Lock your arm tight around my neck, make me see stars. Pound into my pussy until I can't breathe, until I cum from the pressure alone."

Your words fuel him; with a feral snarl, he aligns his hips, the blunt head of his cock nudging your entrance before slamming home in one brutal thrust. The stretch burns deliciously, your walls fluttering around his girth as he bottoms out, balls slapping against your ass.

The headlock tightens in rhythm with his first deep plunge, his bicep flexing to restrict your airway just as he pulls back and drives in again.

You gasp raggedly, the lack of oxygen heightening every sensation—the drag of his thick shaft along your inner walls, the way his pubic bone grinds against your clit with each forceful snap of his hips.

"That's it," he grunts, breath hot on your ear, his free hand pinning your hip down to control the angle. "Take it all. Feel how deep I am while you fight for air."

Stars burst behind your eyelids as he squeezes harder on the next thrust, your throat working futilely against the unyielding muscle of his arm. Your body responds instinctively, legs wrapping around his waist to urge him deeper, heels digging into his lower back.

The restricted breaths make your head spin, pleasure coiling sharper in your core, every vein on his cock pulsing against your sensitive spots as he fucks you relentlessly—out to the tip, then burying himself to the hilt over and over.

"Zuko—harder! Choke me more," you manage to rasp during a brief release of pressure, your voice breaking into a moan as he obliges, locking his arm vise-like.

Vision blurring at the edges, you claw at his forearm—not to escape, but to feel the power there, the dominance that has you soaking his cock even more.

He releases just in time for you to suck in a desperate gulp of air, only to clamp down again as he angles his hips to hit that spongy spot inside you, the one that makes your toes curl.

Sweat slicks your bodies, the room echoing with the wet sounds of skin meeting skin, your choked whimpers, and his guttural praises.

"Look at you—pussy gripping me like a vice when I squeeze. You love being at my mercy, don't you? Begging for my arm around your neck while I ruin this tight hole."

His pace quickens, thrusts turning punishing, the headlock shifting slightly to let you turn your face into his bicep, lips brushing the salty skin as you gasp for more.

The build-up is intoxicating, oxygen deprivation amplifying the fire in your veins until you're teetering on the edge. "I'm—gonna cum," you choke out, tears streaming from the intensity, body trembling beneath him.

Zuko loosens his hold fractionally, allowing you a ragged breath before tightening again, his cock swelling inside you as he chases his own release.

"Cum for me—milk my cock while I choke you," he demands, voice strained, hips pistoning faster. The command shatters you; your orgasm crashes through, pussy convulsing wildly around him, walls rippling in waves that pull him deeper.

You scream hoarsely, the sound muffled against his arm, nails raking down his back as ecstasy rips you apart, juices squirting around his base to drench his thighs.

He doesn't stop, fucking you through the spasms, his headlock unrelenting as he grinds deep one final time. With a roar, Zuko buries himself fully, arm flexing to cut your air as hot spurts of cum flood your pussy, painting your insides white.

The sensation of his release, combined with the pressure on your throat, prolongs your high, drawing out aftershocks until you're limp and quivering.

Finally, he eases the hold, both arms now cradling you gently as he collapses half atop you, cock still twitching inside your filled core.

You cough lightly, drawing in deep breaths, but a satisfied smile curves your lips as you nuzzle his neck. "Again," you whisper, voice raw. "Put me in that headlock and fuck me until I pass out."

Zuko's eyes gleam with renewed hunger, his hand stroking your hair as he rolls you both, positioning you on top but keeping one arm ready. "Insatiable," he murmurs, but there's pride in his tone.

He guides your hips to sink back onto his semi-hard length, already stirring back to life. As you start to ride him slowly, he snakes his arm around your neck from behind, pulling you down against his chest in a loose lock. "Ride me while I control your breath. Beg for it tighter."

You do, grinding down with a moan, the fullness reigniting the ache. "Tighter—choke me as I bounce on your cock. Make me earn every thrust."

He complies, bicep pressing into your throat as you lift and drop, the restricted air making each descent feel electric, your clit rubbing against him perfectly. His free hand roams, pinching your nipples, slapping your ass to spur you faster.

The second round builds slower but deeper, your pleas turning to broken sobs of pleasure. "Yes—lock it in, Zuko. I want bruises from your arm tomorrow."

He squeezes in time with your rhythm, releasing just enough to keep you conscious, his cock hardening fully inside your cum-slicked pussy.

You clench around him deliberately, drawing groans from his lips, the power dynamic flipping slightly as you use the headlock to heighten your control over the pace.

But Zuko reclaims dominance swiftly, flipping you onto your side mid-ride, spooning behind you with his arm locked firm around your neck.

His hips snap forward, fucking up into you from this new angle, the headlock pulling your head back against his shoulder so he can bite your earlobe. "This what you begged for? My arm owning your throat while my cock owns your cunt?" Each word punctuates a thrust, deep and claiming, his balls slapping your clit.

"Fuck—yes! Don't let go," you gasp, hand reaching back to grip his thigh, urging him on.

The pressure builds again, faster now, your body hypersensitive from the first orgasm. He fingers your clit in circles, the dual stimulation overwhelming as he chokes you harder, your vision spotting with bliss.

You cum explosively, pussy gushing around him, the headlock making the release feel endless, like drowning in pleasure. Zuko follows with a muffled curse against your hair, pumping another load deep inside, the warmth spreading as he holds you tight through it all.

Exhausted but sated, you both lie tangled, his arm now a loose drape over your neck, a reminder of the intensity. "Perfect," you sigh, turning to kiss his scarred cheek. He hums in agreement, cock softening but still nestled within you, promising more if you beg again.

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jealous type - zuko

pairing: age-up zuko x fem!reader summary: he’s the fire lord. he’s faced war, loss and destiny itself. but nothing, nothing, tests his patience like the man who thinks he still has a chance with his fiancée. warnings: age-up characters (the legend of aang: the last airbender characters), established relationship, jealousy, relationship insecurity, no use of Y/N, third person narration. english is not my first language, i apologize if there are any spelling or grammatical errors. explicit sexual content: oral sex (fem and male receiving) fingering, biting, scratching and marking, p in v sex, unprotected sex, possessive sex, possessive behaviour, let me know if I forgot anything. word count: 8.2k a/n: of course i saw that edit and of course i had to write something about it. it's embarrassing how many times i've listen to "jealous type" this week, oh my god, i'm so in love with zuko. i have many more ideas, but not that much time, so i'll see what i come up with next. besides, first i have to do valarr and aerion's parts in the f1 au and a few other things.

The Earth Kingdom always felt different, something Zuko had noticed the times he had accompanied her to visit her family or because he had to make political trips, and he clearly enjoyed those trips where they visited her family much more, knowing that they received him as one of their own. He didn't say it out loud, but it was a feeling that settled in his chest, warm, comforting, as if he were arriving at a second home.

And he clearly wasn't the only one who felt that way, because he could see the effect that returning had on her. She seemed much taller the moment her feet touched the ground on the earth leading to her old home where her family still lived, her shoulders completely relaxing and her gaze softening in the same way it did when she looked at him, filled with affection, love and peace.

Zuko knew she considered the palace home, that he had managed to make it comfortable for her, a place where she wanted to live with him, thrive, and one day start a family while they led the nation together. But there was no place like home, the one that had seen her born, take her first steps, and grow up before joining him and the rest of the group to help Aang years ago. And that was precisely why he tried to make it possible for them to travel there as often as they could amidst their responsibilities, that was why they had postponed all their commitments to attend her father's celebration.

He watched her with a gentle smile, noticing how she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, tilting her face slightly upwards so that the sunlight would hit her fully, illuminating her face with its warm light that made her look ethereal to Zuko, as if she were a deity, a goddess to be worshipped, his goddess.

He took advantage of the moment to observe her clothes once again, she wore deep green silks today, the traditional Earth Kingdom cut, but every hem and cuff was edged with subtle gold threading that caught the light like living flame, his colors, deliberately woven into hers. A small fire lily emblem was embroidered over her heart, a quiet declaration that she belonged to both worlds now.

Her hand slipped into his without looking, fingers lacing tight.

“I missed this,” she murmured, voice soft with memory.

Zuko tightened his grip, thumb brushing her knuckles gently. “I can tell,” he murmured, moving closer to her to place a soft kiss on her cheek that made her smile. “It looks good on you to come back, darling.”

She smiled up at him, soft, warm, entirely his, and for one perfect heartbeat everything felt right.

Until it wasn’t.

The celebration for her father's birthday was going to last for three days, filled with music that spread throughout the place, tables full of food with delicious aromas, and children running and shouting all over the grounds.

Her father, a tall, broad-shouldered man who years before had helped the Avatar and his friends with supplies and a roof over their heads, and who had allowed his daughter to join them to help Aang with earthbending alongside Toph, greeted them as if they were heroes returning from a hard-fought battle. He slapped Zuko's shoulder with a force capable of denting armor and trapped him and his own daughter in a tight hug, lifting them off the ground and causing Zuko to laugh as she whimpered, begging him to please put them down.

"My daughter and my future son-in-law," he said when he had released them from the embrace, gazing affectionately at them both, especially his daughter, before pulling her back into a much gentler hug and placing a kiss on the top of her head. "I was afraid you wouldn't be able to come. I know how busy you are, especially you, Zuko," he said, smiling proudly. "The whole group gathered under my roof once again, and my little girl with her future husband, I couldn't ask for a better birthday present."

Because in that place he wasn't the Fire Lord, the heir, the one who carried the great burden of leading the Fire Nation on his shoulders. He was simply Zuko, the boy she had met a decade ago, the one who over the years had become her friend along with the rest of the group, until officially becoming her partner three years ago, and finally her fiancée months ago.

And if Zuko was honest, he much preferred being referred to as her future husband or fiancée than as the Fire Lord. Because there he could simply be himself, a man in love with the most incredible woman he had ever known.

"We already told you in the letter that we were coming, Dad," she said, smiling as she greeted her mother.

"Nothing is more important than family," Zuko added, receiving a smile from her father, approving of his words, and even after so much time it comforted him that her family received him in that way.

"The rest of your friends are already here, you can go and get them. Leave your things here and I'll have someone put them away in your old room, honey."

The two nodded and headed to the backyard holding hands, from where the laughter and shouts were coming.

Aang was already being mobbed by a crowd of kids demanding airbending tricks, running all over the place with Momo. Her grandmother and aunts had dragged Katara into the kitchens, sleeves rolled up and giggling. Toph was nowhere to be seen, but judging by the sounds of punches, mounds of dirt tumbling down, and cheers in the distance, she'd clearly gone to the training yard and was tearing some of the attendees apart. And then there was Sokka, who, predictably, had claimed an entire tray of moon peach cakes and was hogging the limelight near the food stalls.

Zuko stayed by her side, not because he was embarrassed or nervous, but simply because he wanted to be near her. He loved watching the way she interacted with her family, with old friends, and how she drew him into the conversation, introducing him as her fiancée to those who hadn't yet met him and striking up conversations with those they had seen before. He liked seeing the way they looked at her with pride, some in awe, others even captivated.

He could handle the stares, they didn't bother him at all. He was used to them. She was a beautiful woman, anyone could see that, and not only was she beautiful, but she also had a heart of gold. Countless times he had noticed the looks they both received when they attended events or even when they simply left the palace to explore the city, the market, and the areas surrounding the palace.

Yeah, he could handle the stares.

What he couldn’t handle was the way one particular guest kept finding reasons to step into their orbit.

Ryuun. That was his name.

Zuko learned it within the first hour and immediately wished he could forget it.

Ryuun was everything that made Zuko's scar itch, broad-shouldered, tanned, and boisterous with that Earth Kingdom naturalness that filled the space without inhibition. He moved from side to side as if he owned the ground beneath his feet and as if he still held a piece of her past, as if he still had some right to approach her like that, as if the bond had never been severed.

The greeting took place right after the formal welcome. Ryuun approached with a confident stride, a wide smile, a smile too familiar for Zuko's liking, his arms open as if he expected her to walk right into them, as if he had expected her to come running to him like two lovers separated by time.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite runaway," he said, his voice echoing across the courtyard. "Have you come back for good, finally changed your mind, or are you just showing off your fancy Fire Nation trophy?"

She watched him with a forced smile that never reached her eyes, trying to be cordial. Zuko recognized that it was the same smile she wore in council meetings when one of the other members tried to dismiss one of her ideas. “Don’t start, Ryuun.”

“I’m not starting anything,” he replied lightly, but his gaze slid to Zuko and sharpened. “Though I didn’t expect you to bring… company.”

Zuko felt the temperature in his veins rise slightly. He kept his expression neutral, Fire Lord mask firmly in place. “Zuko,” he murmured, introducing himself, cordial but distant.

Their handshake was brief, firm, and entirely too long. Ryuu tightened his grip even further, testing Zuko's hold, and he answered without problem, giving him a small, victorious smile seeing how Ryuun huffed.

"Yeah, that’s what I heard," he replied dismissively, as if trying to belittle Zuko. "I thought you were coming alone. I assumed the Fire Lord would have more important matters to attend to. I thought we'd be able to make up for lost time."

It was then that she positioned herself next to Zuko, gently intertwining her arm with his, breaking the grip between the two men and preventing the moment from lasting too long as she noticed the tension in her fiancée's shoulders, a tension that lessened at her touch.

She didn’t even glance at Ryuun when she answered. “Zuko cleared his schedule to be here,” she said, her voice calm, steady. “He knows what this means to me and to my family.” There was no room for interpretation in her tone, no apology, no hesitation, just certainty. Then she turned to Zuko, her expression softening instantly, the tension melting into something warm, familiar. “Come on,” she murmured, giving his arm a gentle tug. “My nephews have been waiting all morning. They’re convinced the Avatar and their future uncle the amazing Fire Lord, their words not mine, are going to put on a show for them.”

Future uncle.

Zuko couldn’t help it, a small, fleeting smile tugged at his lips before he could stop it, something lighter breaking through the rigid control he’d been holding onto. It lasted barely a second because then he remembered. Ryuun was still there. The smile faded into something more restrained, more composed. He didn’t bother looking back, just gave a short polite nod in his direction, the kind reserved for people who didn’t matter enough to deserve more, and then he turned away with her. Her fingers slid down from his arm to lace with his hand, fitting perfectly, like they always did. The tension in his shoulders eased almost immediately at the contact, something unspoken settling between both of them.

Behind him, he caught the low murmur of Ryuun’s voice, something under his breath, sharp and unimpressed. Zuko ignored it, completely, because in that moment her thumb was tracing slow, absent circles over the back of his hand, grounding and distracting him at the same time.

“And they’ve been practicing all week,” she was saying, her voice soft with amusement. “You should’ve seen them, they keep arguing over who gets to be you when they play.”

That earned you the faintest huff of a laugh from him. “Is that so?”

“Mhm. Though I think the one pretending to be you keeps trying to cheat by declaring himself the winner before the fight even starts.”

Zuko glanced down at her, something warmer settling in his gaze. “Sounds familiar,” he muttered.

She nudged him lightly with her shoulder, smiling radiantly. And just like that, Ryuun’s voice, his presence, the tension, all of it faded into the background.

At least for the time being.

The first day had been relatively tolerable, mainly because she had made it so.

She kept her hand intertwined with Zuko's, leaning against his side during the long banquet, listening to anecdotes about her father and uncles, chatting with the rest of the group about what they'd been up to lately, and agreeing to embark on another adventure together before the wedding. When Ryuun tried to chime in with another story about ‘that time she and I climbed the western ridge and I had to catch her before she fell,’ she interrupted him with a frown as she poured herself some more salad, ‘I didn't fall. I remember that moment quite differently. And it was over seven years ago, ancient history.’

For Zuko, who knew her perfectly, who knew every tone of her voice, every glance, and every gesture, it was quite obvious that she didn't enjoy the way Ryuun tried to assert himself. He didn't want to be childish, after all he was a mature man in his late twenties, but the satisfaction he derived from seeing how she dismissed each of Ryuun's advances was immense. God, how he loved her.

He couldn't help but smile foolishly when she turned to him instead, her eyes sparkling and her voice warm. “Remember when we faced down those spirit wolves in the Foggy Swamp? You were the one who kept me from falling that night.”

Zuko’s smirk was small but real. “You kept me from burning the whole swamp down, darling.”

He knew he shouldn't worry, that it wasn't worth wasting energy on, but God, the urge he had to pulverize him every time he saw him trying to get her attention, talking louder when she was around, trying to drag her into the conversation even when she had nothing to do with it. It was utterly infuriating.

Later, when the girls—she, Katara, and Toph—marched off to the market stalls to rescue Katara from another round of pairing attempts by the aunts, the boys ended up in the training yard. Aang and Zuko lazily swapped fire and air forms while Sokka leaned against a barrel, munching on a skewer he'd taken from the kitchen.

“You’re doing it again,” Sokka said around a mouthful of grilled meat. “You're looking at him again as if you want to fry him.”

“I am not,” Zuko barked in frustration, then added under his breath, "Although I certainly want to."

“You absolutely are,” Sokka replied cheerfully. “That guy’s been orbiting her like a persistent satellite all day. I’m really impressed you haven’t set his eyebrows on fire yet.”

Zuko crossed his arms, jaw tight. “He’s insufferable.”

Aang landed lightly beside them, staff spinning once before he tucked it away. “He seems… nice? He helped carry all those heavy supply crates for the feast earlier, and the kids like him.”

Zuko turned on him, incredulous. “Nice?”

Aang blinked, ever the peacemaker. “Well, yeah. He’s good with the little ones and he was telling stories about the old days when we were all still kids…”

“He’s trying to impress her,” Zuko cut in, voice low and edged. “On purpose.”

Sokka snorted. “Obviously. Guy’s got the subtlety of a rampaging badgermole.”

Zuko’s glare could have melted steel. “That’s not funny.”

“Oh, it’s a little funny,” Sokka said, grinning. “You’re jealous.”

“I am not jealous.”

“Zuko…” Aang started gently.

"No, it's not like that, I'm not jealous," he hissed, running a hand in frustration over his face and pushing back the strands of hair that had come loose from his updo. "I just find him unbearable, detestable. I trust her completely," he sighed deeply, his gaze shifting to Ryuun in the distance talking to another guest. "It's him I don't trust at all."

Sokka leaned back, smirking like he’d won a bet. “Sure. That’s definitely not jealousy talking.”

Zuko didn't respond, at least not with words, smiling as he heard Sokka scream when the skewer in his hand was completely charred. "Oh, I'm so sorry, the wind blew that one," he shrugged, smiling with amusement.

"That was on purpose!" Sokka complained.

But Zuko ignored him, getting back into fighting stance with Aang. At least it would keep his mind occupied until she returned.

Zuko had a small hope that the situation would improve, but it didn't. It was worse the next day.

Ryuun appeared everywhere. During the morning archery contest he “just happened” to station himself beside her, offering tips on her form even though she outshot him twice. Later, when she and Zuko were learning to make baskets with her aunts, while they were asking them how everything was going at the palace and the council, he would make comments that tried to downplay the importance of it or try to glorify the things he had done during the time she had been away from home. At lunch he regaled the table with tales of their shared childhood adventures, how he’d once carried her three miles after she twisted her ankle, how they’d snuck out to watch the solstice fireworks together. And Zuko wanted to tear off his ears, his head, anything that would help him stop hearing it.

“You remember that night?” Ryuun asked, leaning in a little too close. “We stayed out till dawn. Best night of my life.”

Her smile was polite steel. “I remember being exhausted the next day and my father grounding me for a month.” She reached for Zuko’s hand under the table and squeezed. “Besides, I’ve had better nights since.”

Zuko felt the knot in his chest loosen a fraction in response to those words.

When the younger cousins begged for a bending demonstration that afternoon, she didn’t hesitate. She tugged Zuko toward the training circle, eyes sparkling with mischief and a carefree smile on her lips, lips that Zuko really wanted to kiss, as a kind of reward for everything he had been putting up with from that guy, but he knew it wasn't appropriate in front of the children so he held back, simply leaving a kiss on the top of her head. They would have time for that when they returned.

"We have to show them," she began, tying her hair into a high ponytail. "They've been dying to see the two of us fight, they want to see if you can beat me."

Zuko raised an eyebrow at that. "If I could beat you?"

She giggled. "Hmm, they know I'm the best, they want to see if you're on my level, love."

"Clever of them," he commented, making her smile. "Shall we put on a show?"

"Give me everything you have!" she said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before running to her position, seeing that all the kids were already seated in their places, waiting expectantly.

Shaking his head, amused by her, Zuko ignited his fist, hearing the excited shouts of the children who screamed again when she stomped hard, shaking the ground as if a small earthquake had hit the training yard.

They sparred together, controlled, beautiful, flames meeting stone in perfect balance. Her earthbending was steady and powerful, and Zuko’s fire danced around it like a promise, while the children cheered wildly.

At that moment, all he could think about was her, her gaze, her laughter, the way she moved, and how she analyzed his every move, waiting for his next attack. The way they coordinated, how they complemented each other, how when she advanced, he retreated and vice versa, as if they were dancing to the same melody that only the two of them were able to hear in their hearts. With each movement they made, Zuko could feel his muscles relax and the tension in his chest lessen, that annoying feeling, which he still couldn't quite define but which he disliked intensely, beginning to fade away.

Until he looked up and saw Ryuun watching from the edge of the circle, arms crossed, expression sour.

He was testing his patience, and yes, Zuko had learned to be patient over the years, but everyone has a breaking point. And he found his that night.

It wasn't just one thing, but an accumulation of several. Like tiny grains of sand that eventually became a mountain that buried him completely.

The way Ryuun leaned in when he spoke to her excessively invading her space even when she walked away, the way he laughed like he still had a claim, the way he looked at her as if he still had the right to do so, the way he touched her shoulder or even her hair and the way he said her name like it belonged to him.

But the final crack came after she had already drawn the line, after she asked him to stop it.

Zuko had stepped away briefly to speak with her father about trade routes between their nations. When he returned, he rounded the corner of the storage tents just in time to hear Ryuun’s voice, low but loud enough to carry on the night breeze.

“She’ll come around,” Ryuun was saying to two of his friends, confidence dripping from every word. “She deserves better than some Fire Nation prince with a scar and a stupid crown. Someone who understands this land, someone from here. Not an outsider who…”

Zuko stepped into view before the man could finish. But Ryuun didn’t even flinch. “Fire Lord,” he said, voice mock-polite. “Eavesdropping now?”

Zuko’s hands curled at his sides. Heat surged up his arms, flame licked at his fingertips for half a second before he forced it down. Not here, not in her childhood home. Not in front of her family who had welcomed him with open arms. He couldn't do that to her, but God, how he wanted to tear him to pieces.

“Careful,” he said, voice dangerously calm. “You’re speaking about my fiancée.”

Ryuun stifled a laugh, as if it were unimportant, as if he didn't care about crossing certain boundaries. “I’m speaking the truth.”

"All I hear coming out of your mouth is pure bullshit,” he scoffed, tilting his head slightly. “I think we have different concepts of truth."

And before he could answer him, Zuko turned to leave, knowing that if he stayed, he might do something he would deeply regret, noticing his fingertips beginning to steam.

She noticed his absence almost immediately.

She had told Ryuun off twenty minutes earlier, quiet, firm and final, while Zuko was still talking with her father. “That's enough, Ryuun. I don't understand what the hell you're trying to achieve with this, but it's not going to work and it's not funny. I'm in love with Zuko, I have been for a long time, and that's not going to change just because I see an old friend again. I'm going to marry him and expand our family. Stop embarrassing yourself like this and stop ruining the atmosphere for everyone, it's fucking awful.”

Now she scanned the crowded courtyard, heart tightening when she didn’t see his combined robes. She knew exactly where he would go when he needed space.

Her old bedroom in the east wing hadn’t changed much. The same low wooden bed, the same woven rugs, the same window overlooking the orchard. Moonlight spilled across the floor. Zuko stood near the sill, back rigid, fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white.

“Hey,” she said gently, closing the door behind her.

He didn’t turn right away. “You shouldn’t be here. I’m not… good company right now.”

She crossed the room anyway, boots soft on the rugs. “That’s exactly why I came,” she murmured, standing next to him, noticing how clouded his gaze was, as if a storm had broken out within it. "We don't have to talk if you don't want to, but I'm not going to leave you here alone, I don't want to be out there alone without you."

Silence stretched between them, thick with everything unsaid.

Finally, Zuko exhaled sharply, trying to calm down, trying to dissipate the tension in his muscles. “He said you deserved better, someone from your own nation. Not me, someone with a scar and a stupid crown.”

She blinked. Then she laughed, soft, genuine, disbelieving.

Zuko turned, eyes burning with something deeper than fire. “You think that’s funny?”

She clicked her tongue before speaking. “I think he’s an idiot, love,” she said plainly. “I already told him that. Twenty minutes ago, while you were with my father. I said I’m in love with you and that I’m marrying you. End of discussion.”

Zuko’s shoulders loosened a fraction, but the storm still lingered in his gaze. “Well, it doesn't seem to have bothered him too much, it seems he has no intention of stopping.”

“I don’t care if he stops Zuko,” she replied softly, stepping closer. “I’ve already chosen. Years ago, when I confessed that I was in love with you, and every day since.”

His golden eyes searched hers, hunting for any flicker of doubt and finding none. “I know you have.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

He hesitated, jaw working, not knowing exactly how to say what he felt. “I don’t like the way he looks at you, like you’re still his to win back. Like I’m just… temporary.”

She cupped his face with both hands, thumbs brushing the edge of his scar the way she always did when she wanted to remind him he was hers. “Zuko. Look at me.”

He did.

“I don’t want someone from my nation,” she whispered, her eyes filled with emotion. “I want the man who stood by me against his own father, the same man who chose peace over power, who chose to do good even when it wasn’t the easiest option. The man who makes me feel like the whole world is steady beneath my feet even when everything is burning, the one who gives meaning to my days. You are the love of my life, and nothing and no one can change that.” She let out, almost as a prayer, love overflowing in each of her words. “I couldn't care less what he thinks or wants, the only thing that matters to me is you, us, together.”

His breath hitched. That ugly feeling, which he refused to name, was still there, raw and honest, but something else, relief, devotion and hunger, flooded in behind it.

"I trust you," he said softly. "Completely, I swear I do. It's him I don't trust."

"You don't have to worry about him," she murmured, smiling slightly. "Because I'm here with you. And I'm not going anywhere. There's no need to get jealous, love.”

Zuko’s hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him. “I’m not jealous,” he insisted, even as his voice dropped into that rough timbre that always made her knees weak.

Her laugh was warm against his lips. “You absolutely are. And it’s fucking adorable.”

“I’m not—”

“You are.” She rose onto her toes, brushing her mouth over his once, twice, teasing. “And it’s okay,” her fingers slid up from his chest to his collar, curling there, holding him in place just enough to make him feel it. “Because I’m yours,” she whispered, her voice soft but unwavering, her lips barely brushing his as she spoke. “And you’re mine.”

That finally broke him.

Whatever restraint Zuko had been clinging to all evening finally snapped. He kissed her like he’d been starving for it, deep, desperate, claiming. His fingers tightened on her hips, backing her toward the wall until her shoulders met cool stone. Laughter spilled between them for a heartbeat before it melted into heat. She tasted like spiced wine and home, and he drank her in like he needed her to breathe.

“I hate him,” he muttered against her mouth, nipping her lower lip.

“I know,” she breathed, hands sliding up his chest slowly.

“I really hate him.”

“I gathered,” she gasped as she felt him press himself against her.

The kiss wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t careful. It was heat and frustration and relief all tangled into one, years of discipline cracking under the weight of how much he wanted her, how much he needed to feel that she was right there, with him, choosing him.

Her breath caught against his mouth, but she didn’t pull away, if anything, she leaned into him, meeting him with equal intensity, her hands gripping his collar, pulling him closer as if there was still too much space between them.

Zuko exhaled sharply through his nose, his forehead pressing briefly against hers before he kissed her again, deeper this time, slower but no less desperate, like he was trying to memorize the feeling. Like he was trying to erase everything else.

Every word Ryuun had said. Every look. Every doubt he refused to admit he’d felt.

All of it burned away under the simple, undeniable truth of her lips against his.

“You drive me insane,” he muttered against her mouth, voice low and rough, completely unguarded now.

Her answering smile brushed his lips. “Good.”

That almost made him laugh, almost. Instead, he kissed her again.

Her fingers worked the ties loose of his formal robes, pushing the heavy fabric off his shoulders. Beneath it he wore a simple green tunic, Earth Kingdom cut, chosen that night as a gesture of respect, but still embroidered with tiny golden flames along the seams. Her colors on him. His colors on her. The sight made something primal uncoil low in his belly.

Her own gown, green silk with fire-lily embroidery, slipped from her shoulders with a whisper of fabric. Moonlight painted her skin silver and gold.

Outside, the celebration roared on, drums, laughter and the distant crackle of fireworks. No one would miss them for a while. It could just be the two of them, lost in each other.

Her back met the edge of the low wooden bed with a soft thud, the familiar quilt bunching beneath her as Zuko followed her down. His mouth claimed hers instantly, hot and urgent, no longer holding back the storm that had been building since the moment Ryuun had opened his mouth. Their kiss was deep and messy, tongues sliding together, teeth grazing lips, the kind of kiss that tasted like relief and raw possession all at once. His hands roamed greedily over the green silk still clinging to her hips, shoving the fabric higher until his palms found the bare warmth of her thighs. He squeezed, fingers digging in just enough to leave faint imprints she would feel tomorrow, a silent claim only he would see.

“Say it again,” he breathed against her mouth, the words breaking slightly, rough with need and something far more fragile beneath it. “Please… just say it again, please darling,” he practically begged.

She didn’t hesitate this time. She felt it, the flicker of doubt still lingering in his golden eyes, the jealousy he tried so hard to bury but that now lay bare between them. And beneath it all… the quiet fear.

Her hands rose to cradle his face, holding him there, steady, like he was something precious and breakable all at once. Her thumbs traced his jaw, then softened as they brushed over the familiar ridge of his scar, lingering there with a tenderness that said more than words ever could.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice low and warm, each syllable slow, deliberate… meant to be felt, not just heard. “Zuko… I love you.” She leaned closer, her forehead resting against his, her breath mingling with his. “There’s no one else,” she murmured, softer now, but somehow even more certain. “There never was and there never will be. It’s you, it’s always been you.” Her fingers curled slightly against his skin, grounding him. “You’re the one I chose,” she continued, her voice deepening with emotion. “The one I’ll keep choosing. Every day, every lifetime if I have them,” a faint, breathless smile ghosted over her lips. “My love… my future husband,” she whispered, brushing her lips against his again, slower this time, lingering. “The man I belong to… and who belongs to me.” She pulled back just enough for him to see it, every ounce of truth in her eyes. “Completely,” she finished softly. “Only you.”

A low, unsteady groan slipped from his throat, the sound raw, almost helpless. Her words ignited something in him, quick and consuming, like sparks catching on dry tinder.

He didn’t trust himself to speak. Instead, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, breath warm against her skin as his lips found the frantic rhythm of her pulse. He lingered there for a second, feeling it, claiming the moment, before pressing a slow and deliberate kiss just below her ear.

Then another.

And another.

Until it turned into something deeper, his mouth tightening just enough to leave a mark, dark and fleeting, something that would hide beneath her hair come morning, but that he would know was there.

His.

Her breath hitched sharply, fingers tightening against him. Zuko’s teeth grazed the sensitive spot, barely there at first and then a little firmer, enough to draw a soft gasp from her lips, her body arching instinctively into his, closing whatever space remained between them. He exhaled against her skin, low and heated, as if even that small reaction had unraveled what little control he had left.

“Again,” he murmured, voice muffled against her skin, already moving lower. Another bite followed, this one on the soft swell of her breast where only he would ever see it, followed by a soothing lick that made her shiver. “Tell me you are mine.”

Her breath trembled as his words sank into her, sending a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cool air and everything to do with him. Her fingers found his neck, holding him there, anchoring him, even as she struggled to steady her voice.

“I’m yours,” she whispered, soft at first and then firmer, more certain, like she needed him to feel it. “Zuko… I’m yours.”

He stilled for half a second, just enough to let it settle. Then his grip on her tightened, a quiet, reverent kind of intensity replacing the restless edge from before. His forehead pressed briefly against her, breath uneven, like those words had done something deeper than either of them expected.

“And you’re mine,” she added, quieter now, her thumb brushing along his cheek, grounding, tender in contrast to the heat building between them. Her hands traveled to his hair, her fingers threading into the neat topknot at the crown of his head. She tugged the leather tie free in one smooth pull, letting his thick black hair spill down around his shoulders in a dark curtain. The moment it came loose she fisted it tight and yanked, guiding his mouth exactly where she wanted it. “My love…” she breathed, the words slipping out against his lips like something claimed rather than said.

Her grip tightened in his hair, keeping him right where she wanted him, not letting him pull away even a fraction. “My future husband,” she continued, softer but deeper, heavier, like each word carried weight. Meaning.

Her forehead brushed his for the briefest second before she tilted her head, her voice dropping into something almost reverent, and dangerously certain. “No one else gets this,” she murmured, her lips ghosting over his as she spoke. “No one else gets to have me like this… to feel me, to know me…” Her fingers flexed, anchoring him there. “Like you do. No one else get me, Zuko.”

Zuko moaned, loud, wrecked, the sound vibrating hot against her throat as he kissed and sucked and marked her collarbone, the sensitive dip beneath her breast, the curve of her ribs. The sharp pull on his hair sent a fresh bolt of heat straight down his spine, he pressed harder against her thigh, already aching and straining against the last layers of fabric between them.

Clothes vanished in a frantic tangle of silk and linen. Her gown pooled on the floor beside his green Earth Kingdom tunic, the golden flame embroidery catching the moonlight like a secret promise. Bare skin met bare skin, warm and urgent and perfect. His hands were everywhere, cupping the weight of her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they tightened into hard peaks under his touch, sliding down the dip of her waist, gripping her hips hard enough to leave faint fingerprints she would trace later with a secret smile.

She pushed him onto his back, straddling his thighs with a wicked little smile. She leaned down, her hair falling like a curtain around them, and kissed him slow and filthy, rolling her hips just to feel him twitch and throb beneath her. Then she slid lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the center of his chest, over the old scar that crossed his torso, until she reached the sharp cut of his hips. She took her time, licking and nipping at the taut skin there, savoring the way his stomach clenched under her mouth.

Zuko’s head fell back against the pillow the instant she wrapped her lips around him.

“Spirits…” the words dissolved into a broken groan as her tongue swirled around the flushed head, slow and teasing, before she hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper. One of her hands stroked what she couldn’t fit, firm and steady, while the other pressed flat against his lower stomach, pinning him down. He was a complete mess within seconds, hips jerking up despite her hold, fingers twisting desperately in the sheets, incoherent sounds spilling from his lips in a language that wasn’t quite words. Growls, whimpers, half-formed curses and praises all melted together until nothing came out except raw, desperate noises. “Please… fuck yes.”

She hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight through his body and making his thighs tremble violently. Every time she pulled back to lick a long, wet stripe up the underside, dragging her tongue over the sensitive vein there, he lost another thread of control. His chest heaved, hair sticking to his damp forehead, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure overloaded every sense. She was his weakness, always had been and in that moment, she was wrecking him on purpose, sucking harder, taking him deeper, letting her teeth graze just enough to make him see stars.

He couldn’t finish a single coherent thought. His voice cracked on every syllable, reduced to grunts and moans and broken gasps that only grew louder when she sped up, her hand twisting in time with her mouth. He was right on the edge, hips stuttering, when she finally eased off with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen, eyes dark with satisfaction.

“Still not jealous?” she teased softly, pressing a lingering kiss to the inside of his thigh.

Zuko let out a shaky and breathless laugh that turned into another moan when she sucked him back down for one last teasing swirl.

“I’m not jealous,” he managed again, though his voice came out rough and uneven, completely betraying him.

Her soft laugh brushed against his skin, unconvinced, already forming a reply. But she never got to say it.

In one swift movement, Zuko caught her off guard. His hands were on her in an instant, firm and certain, as he pulled her up and shifted their positions with a controlled, fluid motion. The world seemed to tilt for a second before her back met the mattress, breath catching sharply as he hovered above her. For a moment, all she could do was stare up at him. At the way his hair fell loose around his face now, framing those golden eyes, darker than before, burning with something far more dangerous than jealousy.

Possession. Certainty. Hunger.

“You were saying?” he murmured, voice low, edged with something that made her pulse jump.

Her lips parted but no words came out this time. Because now… He was the one in control.

Zuko didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. He slid down her body with predatory grace, strong hands parting her thighs wide and hooking them over his shoulders in one smooth motion. The first drag of his tongue over her was slow, deliberate and filthy, broad and wet from entrance to clit, savoring the taste of her like he was starving. A low, guttural groan rumbled out of his chest, vibrating straight through her core, and then the hunger took over completely.

He devoured her.

There was nothing restrained about it. Zuko ate her like a man possessed, messy and desperate, tongue lapping at her with long, greedy strokes that left her slick and shining on his chin. He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, the wet obscene sounds filling the quiet room alongside her sharp gasps. Two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning, curling deep and thrusting in time with every flick of his tongue. He added a third almost immediately, stretching her open, scissoring them while his mouth worked her relentlessly, sucking, licking, devouring like he couldn’t get enough.

Her back arched clean off the bed, hands flying to his hair, fisting the loose black strands and yanking hard. The pull only made him groan louder against her, the vibration sending sparks shooting up her spine. He was a wreck between her thighs with hair wild, face flushed and glistening, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss as he buried himself deeper, nose pressed against her, tongue swirling and lapping without rhythm, just raw need.

He pulled back just enough to look up at her, lips shiny, breath hot against her soaked folds. “Say it,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Say it again while I taste you.”

Her thighs trembled around his head. “I love you,” she gasped, hips rolling helplessly against his mouth. “I love you, Zuko. I’m yours, just yours,” she stammered, head thrown back, fingers yanking his hair hard enough to sting. “Only you, always you, my future husband. I’m yours, Zuko, I’m yours…”

The words snapped something in him. He dove back in with a desperate sound, tongue working faster, messier, three fingers pumping deep and hard while his lips sucked her clit in tight, rhythmic pulls. His free hand gripped her hip bruisingly, holding her open for him as he feasted, chin dripping, tongue thrusting inside her alongside his fingers, then dragging back up to circle her clit again in sloppy, hungry strokes. The wet, filthy sounds grew louder, slick and obscene, as he ate her like he was trying to drown in her, desperate and messy and utterly devoted.

She came with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head, back bowing as pleasure tore through her in crashing waves. But he didn’t stop, he kept licking and sucking and fingering her through it, relentlessly, drawing out every last tremor until she was twitching, oversensitive, and tugging desperately at his hair.

Only then did he crawl back up her body, kissing a wet trail up her stomach, between her breasts, along her throat. His mouth found hers in a deep, filthy kiss so she could taste herself on his tongue. He settled between her thighs, the heavy length of him sliding against her soaked folds, teasing for one heartbeat.

"God, how I love you,” he whispered against her lips, voice hoarse with need as he notched himself at her entrance.

Her answer was a soft, breathless sound, half moan and half plea, as she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and pulled him in. Zuko thrust forward in one smooth, deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch, the heat, the perfect fit of her around him drew a low, guttural groan from his chest that vibrated against her mouth. For a heartbeat they stayed like that, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling hot and ragged, simply feeling each other.

Then he began to move.

Slow at first, deliberate, rolling rolls of his hips that dragged every thick inch along her walls, grinding deep so she felt him everywhere. His hands pinned hers above her head, fingers laced tight, while his body covered hers completely, skin slick with sweat sliding together. Each thrust was controlled power, passionate and possessive, the old wooden bed creaking softly beneath them in rhythm with the distant drums outside.

Her head tipped back, lips parted on a silent gasp, and Zuko chased the sound with his mouth, kissing her deep and slow, tongues sliding lazily, tasting the remnants of her pleasure still on his lips. He released her hands only to slide one arm beneath her lower back, arching her up to meet every thrust, the new angle making her tremble and clench around him. His other hand cupped the back of her neck, thumb stroking the marks he’d left earlier, holding her close as if he could fuse them together.

No more words. Just the wet slide of skin, the soft slap of hips meeting, the shared, shaky breaths. Zuko’s mouth never left her, trailing hot, open kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat, sucking gently at the pulse point beneath her ear before moving lower to lick at the dark bruise blooming on the swell of her breast. He bit down lightly, just enough to make her arch harder into him, then soothed it with his tongue while his hips snapped forward a little sharper, a little deeper.

Her nails dragged down his back, leaving red lines he would wear like badges tomorrow. Her heels dug into the small of his back, urging him on, and Zuko answered with a low growl, picking up the pace. His thrusts turned powerful and relentless, long dragging strokes that hit that perfect spot inside her every single time, grinding on the end of each one so her clit rubbed against his pelvis. Sweat beaded on his brow and dripped onto her collarbone, he licked it away without breaking rhythm, golden eyes locked on hers the entire time, dark and burning with everything he couldn’t say out loud.

The room filled with the sounds of them, soft desperate gasps, the slick rhythm of their bodies, the occasional broken moan when he hit just right and her walls fluttered around him. Zuko shifted again, hooking one of her legs higher over his hip, opening her wider, driving even deeper. The new angle made her cry out, nails digging harder into his shoulders, and he swallowed the sound with another fierce kiss, tongue stroking hers in time with his thrusts. He could feel her tightening, trembling, right on the edge. One hand slipped between them, thumb circling her clit in tight, slick strokes while he kept pounding into her, deep, passionate and relentless. Her back bowed, mouth falling open against his, and she came hard around him, clenching and pulsing, pulling him even deeper as pleasure ripped through her in long, shuddering waves.

Zuko followed right after, hips stuttering, burying himself as deep as he could go with a broken, guttural moan of her name. He spilled inside her in hot, pulsing bursts, forehead pressed to hers, arms locked around her like she was the only solid thing in the world. They stayed locked together through every aftershock, bodies trembling, breaths syncing, hearts hammering against each other.

Only when the last tremor faded did he ease down, careful not to crush her, rolling slightly so she lay draped half across his chest. His arms stayed wrapped around her, one hand stroking slow, soothing lines up and down her spine while the other tangled gently in her sweat-damp hair. Soft, reverent kisses pressed to her temple, her closed eyelids, the corner of her mouth, silent promises in every touch.

For a while, neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to.

Her breathing slowly evened out against him, her fingers lazily tracing patterns over his chest, absent and content. Zuko rested his cheek against the crown of her head, eyes half-lidded, the earlier tension long gone, burned away into something quieter, something steadier, something theirs.

“You’re quiet,” she murmured after a moment, her voice soft, a little drowsy but unmistakably amused.

Zuko huffed faintly. “So are you.”

“Mhm… I’m recovering,” she replied, shifting slightly so she could tilt her head up and look at him, a teasing glint already forming in her eyes. “You, on the other hand… look suspiciously at peace.”

“I am,” he said simply, a pleased smile on his lips.

She studied him for a second longer, then her lips curved. “Still not jealous?”

“No.”

She raised a brow. “Not even a little?” she pressed, clearly enjoying this.

He met her gaze, calm, steady… and entirely unconvincing. “No.”

She let out a soft laugh, dropping her head back against his chest. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m right.”

“You’re the jealous type,” she corrected, nudging him lightly.

Zuko frowned slightly at that, like he was considering arguing, but then his arms tightened around her instead, pulling her closer in a quiet, possessive sort of way that completely gave him away. She didn’t miss it.

“Oh, definitely the jealous type,” she added, satisfied.

He exhaled through his nose, something almost like a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. “…Only when it comes to you.”

That softened her instantly. Her fingers curled against his chest, her voice quieter now, warmer.

“Good,” she murmured.

Outside, the celebration still roared faintly in the distance, laughter, music and the echo of a party that hadn’t slowed for a second.

Inside that room, though, it was quiet, steady, safe.

And as she shifted closer, fitting perfectly against him, Zuko pressed one last kiss to her hair, eyes closing briefly.

Jealous or not, she was his and that was enough.

[polariae]

Morning heat..

[thisiscareless]

we might just get away with it.

adult zuko x reader nsfw | smut | minors dni.

Summary: in which sokka’s arrival gives the fire lady an excuse to escape her royal duties and spend some time with her fire lord (you know what that means).

Content: adult zuko (obviously), firelady!reader, smut [fingering, p in v], steam (iykyk), (excessive) use of titles like lord/lady, mentions of sokka, use of y/n.

Note: english isn’t my first language + i’m only on season 2 but consumed by the edits, i tried to keep the lore accurate with some help !! not proofread we die like men. and this is my first time posting yay.

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Your duties as the newly named Fire Lady were overwhelming, to say the least.

You had to visit colonies on the Earth Kingdom coast upon reconstruction sites in the outer provinces, sitting through endless councils with nobles who still spoke as if the war had never ended. Some days were spent in the Royal Court of Caldera City; others, traveling to naval ports and academies, reminding the people what the Fire Nation was meant to become now.

And yet, you knew your Fire Lord was just as busy as you, if not more.

Zuko had to negotiate with foreign leaders, meet with Avatar Aang regarding the future of the colonies, and face his own people- those who questioned his rule, those who resented his peace. Every decision he made seemed to balance on the edge of a nation still learning how not to burn the world around it.

That’s why, when the letter addressed to you from your friend Sokka arrived, you didn’t hesitate to interrupt the meeting the Fire Lord was holding in that moment with his council of generals and high-ranking ministers.

You rushed into the meeting without a second thought. The guards stationed outside barely had time to react before quickly pulling the doors open for you.

The excitement buzzing through you made you oblivious to the disruption, until you caught sight of your husband that is.

Zuko sat at the head of the chamber, his expression caught somewhere between curiosity and mild alarm. But beneath it, clearer than anything else, was warmth. Something softer than what he showed the council and ministers surrounding him.

“My apologies-” you began, only to be cut off by a soft clearing of his throat.

A quiet reminder of where you stood. Of who you were now.

“You mustn’t apologize, Fire Lady,” one of the generals interjected, bowing his head slightly.

You nodded in acknowledgment, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from offering another apology anyway.

“I bring an important message for the Fire Lord,” you said, steadier now. “I… got carried away with the excitement of it. I wished to share it with him immediately.”

For a fleeting second, Zuko’s lips curved, just enough to betray the smile he was holding back.

“As I was saying,” he continued smoothly, rising to his feet, “and as my wife has so helpfully demonstrated, this meeting is concluded. You are dismissed. Thank you for your service.”

You moved with regained poise through the stream of people filing out of the chamber, acknowledging their bows with small nods until you finally reached his side.

Before he could speak, you held up the letter and placed it into his hands.

Zuko’s eyes moved quickly across the page, his brows knitting slightly as he tried to understand what could have possibly warranted interrupting a council meeting.

“Sokka is coming?” he asked, glancing up at you, not quite following yet.

You nodded, unable to contain your smile. “He is. He says he’ll arrive tomorrow morning.” You paused, noticing the confusion still lingering in his expression. “Do you know what that means, my lord?”

“I…” he hesitated. “That we need to prepare a guest room? Warn the staff? Possibly hide anything he could break?”

A soft laugh escaped you. You gently took the letter back from his hands and set it on the desk, then reached for him instead, your fingers threading into his, grounding him, pulling him just a little closer.

“We do need to prepare, yes,” you said, your voice softer now. “But I can have my attendants handle that...”

You squeezed his hands lightly, meeting his eyes.

“…It means we get a break, Zuko. Just the two of us.”

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The doors to your chambers closed behind you with a quiet click, sealing away the weight of the palace, the council, the expectations. The preparations for Sokka’s arrival rested on no one but your attendants, who understood, more than anyone, how much the Fire Lady needed this time for herself.

For the first time that day, there was silence.

Zuko lingered near the entrance for a moment, watching as you moved further into the room. There was something different in the air now, a bit lighter, easier, and yet he seemed unsure how to step into it.

You didn’t rush him.

You simply reached up, fingers moving to the pins woven carefully into your hair, beginning to undo them one by one. The tension of the day seemed to unravel with each small motion, the intricate style loosening, soft strands falling free.

You barely noticed when he moved closer.

Only when his hand hovered just behind yours did you pause.

“May I?” he asked quietly.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes, and smiled.

“Of course, my Lord.”

Carefully, far more carefully than anyone would expect of the Fire Lord, his fingers replaced yours. He worked slowly, as if each pin required thought, as if he were afraid of pulling too hard or undoing something the wrong way.

His touch was warm and gentle. One by one, he freed the remaining pins, setting them aside with surprising precision. As your hair fell fully loose, he let his hand linger for just a second longer than necessary, as though grounding himself in the simple act.

“I’m not very good at this,” he admitted under his breath.

A soft smile touched your lips. “You’re doing just fine.”

His shoulders eased at that, just a fraction.

Encouraged, his hands shifted, brushing lightly against the heavier fabric at your shoulders, where the more formal layers of your attire still rested.

“These too?” he asked, quieter now and closer than before.

You caught his reflection in the mirror before you. The way his gaze lingered- trying, perhaps, to remain respectful, but not quite succeeding- as it dipped just slightly lower.

If only he knew how warm your skin had already become beneath the layers at the thought of him.

Of his hands.

Of the way they would feel wrapped around your naked body-

You exhaled softly, steadying yourself.

“These robes are made with the finest fabrics in the Fire Nation,” you said, your voice just a touch softer than before. “I’m not quite used to them yet… so I would appreciate your help. With the proper care, of course. Would you mind, Zu?”

His brow lifted slightly, the restraint of the Fire Lord flickered, and something warmer took its place.

Something more him when he was alone with her.

“How could I refuse my Lady?” he murmured, the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. “Allow me.”

His hands moved carefully to your shoulders, fingers brushing over the heavier layers of fabric, something clearly occupying his mind.

After a beat, he began what could easily be considered the most important royal task of the day. Each clasp, each fastening at the back and front of you undone with deliberate care, his knuckles grazing your skin in fleeting touches that felt anything but accidental. The weight of the robes eased little by little, slipping from your shoulders under his guidance.

His focus should have been on the fabric.

Needless to say, it wasn’t the case.

“You’ve been working harder than anyone in the palace. I’ve been watching you this whole week,” he said quietly, almost to himself, as his fingers adjusted the last of the fastenings. “You carry your title like you’ve held it your whole life.”

There was something in his voice, something close to admiration, but more personal.

“I couldn’t even tell you were new to any of it.”

The final layer loosened, and cool air met your chest as the fabric pooled at your arms, which you held close to yourself, momentarily stilled by his words.

“But then you walked into that meeting,” he continued, his voice lowering, closer now- his breath just at the edge of your neck, as his hands moved from your bare shoulders down along your arms, and not stopping there, “without thinking about anything except sharing your excitement with me…”

He paused, his tone shifting slightly, as if recalling something vivid.

“And I remembered,” he murmured, “exactly how I felt the first time I saw you.”

His fingers were warm against the curve of your breasts, resting there at first, unmoving, as if testing the moment, as if holding himself back despite the clear desire to continue.

“How I knew…”

He didn’t finish the sentence.

He didn’t need to.

You knew exactly what he meant. How he had never imagined having a Fire Lady, had never even wanted one, not until you. Until your eyes, holding a kind of power most could only dream of. A gaze that had disarmed the powerful Fire Lord Zuko in a single glance.

The same gaze that now met his through the mirror, quietly pleading for him to take you in his hands.

And oh, he did.

His touch deepened, his movements slow at first, almost cautious, before growing more certain as his thumbs found your hardened nipples, drawing a low groan from him.

Your eyes fell shut as your body reacted instantly, pressing back against him. One of your hands moved to his hair, fingers threading through it, tugging lightly.

“Zuko…”

His hands moved in rhythm, shaping and caressing you with a need that could no longer be ignored, while his mouth found your neck-kissing, tasting, lingering- never once abandoning the steady motion of his hands.

“You… understand now…?” you asked as best as you could, your eyes closed, your focus lost entirely in his touch. “…why I… was so excited?”

He let out a low laugh, pulling back from your skin just slightly.

“I fear I don’t, my lady,” he said, his right hand slowing before slipping beneath your clothing, under your long skirt, now easily undone but still clinging to your body. “I’ll need more… proof.”

His other hand tugged at your nipple at the same moment the one beneath your skirt found your sensitive spot, spreading your wetness before circling your clit with practiced precision.

A moan fell from your lips as his hand moved in steady, controlled circles, pressing exactly where you needed- where he had already learned you needed him most.

“You’re so wet, my lady…” The hand tangled in his hair tightened its grip as he slid a finger inside you, easing in without resistance. “Was this only from my touch?” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear. “Be honest.”

His finger began to move, slow at first, then deeper.

You exhaled shakily before answering, giving yourself over to the growing sensation. “No, my lord.”

“What was it, then?” he asked, adding another finger, stretching you further.

“The… mere thought of you,” you managed, your head falling back as his other hand resumed its firm, rhythmic attention on your breast, while his fingers moved inside you with a pace that made your breath catch. “Of us… having time alone…”

“Only time, my lady?” His fingers quickened inside you, more deliberate now.

“Of you… fucking me, my lord,” you gasped, your body tightening around his fingers.

Your release hit you hard, and he felt it, yet he didn’t move, keeping his fingers exactly where they were and holding you firmly against him as you rode through it.

Your eyes opened just in time to meet your reflection in the mirror.

You, undone in his hands. Your breath uneven, your body still trembling as you felt the emptiness the moment his fingers slipped out of you, only for them to be brought to his lips, where he cleaned them without breaking his gaze. Your breath would’ve been cut short at the sight, if only it wasn’t struggling already.

The hand that had been holding your breast slid down, guiding your arms free so your clothes could finally fall to your feet.

You found Zuko’s eyes- now burning, fixed on you with a sharpened intensity, a newfound purpose- as his arms wrapped around your figure, pulling you back against him and drawing a soft gasp from your lips.

It wasn’t until his lips pressed against your shoulder that he spoke.

“Your wish is my command, my lady.”

The finely crafted robes Zuko wore joined yours on the floor moments later. Unlike the care he had taken with you, you had no patience left for his- your hands pushing them off his body, urging him to be rid of them as you kissed him, as he guided you back toward the bed.

You fell onto the soft mattress, and his body followed over yours almost instantly.

He kissed you again, deeper this time, until your breath faltered beneath him.

One of his hands moved between you, wrapping around himself-once, twice- before he guided himself forward, so close to your entrance-

“Wait!” you said suddenly, stopping him.

He raised an eyebrow, caught off guard, but didn’t hesitate to pull back slightly, giving you space.

You smiled softly, reaching up to remove his Fire Lord crown, followed by the tie that held his hair in place. You set them aside, letting his hair fall freely around you both, dark strands cascading and shielding you beneath him.

“That’s better.”

His expression shifted from surprise to something softer, touched with amusement.

“May I continue, my lady?” he asked, positioning himself again, aligned with you.

“You may, my lord.”

He entered you, his hands moving to your sides as he pushed himself deeper. This wasn’t the first time he had taken you like this, but you never quite grew used to his size and the way each inch forced the air from your lungs.

Your hands found his shoulders, gripping tightly, while your legs wrapped around him once you had fully taken him in.

You didn’t realize your eyes had fallen shut until he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, then slowly pulled back before easing into you again, giving you time to adjust.

He began to trail kisses from your cheek down to your neck and back again, unhurried and attentive. One of his hands moved to the back of your neck, steadying you, while the other slid down to your thigh; lifting your leg slightly, his touch drifting over your skin, firm but controlled; never breaking the slow rhythm he had set.

The shift in angle drew a louder moan from you, your hand lifting instinctively to his face, your fingers brushing along the edges of his scar with a tenderness that contrasted everything else.

He leaned into your touch without hesitation.

“I’m ready, Zuko…” you whispered, your voice soft, breathless, before pulling him into a brief kiss. “You can go faster. Please…”

His forehead rested against yours, his breath warm and everything but steady.

He nodded.

Then his pace began to build, hitting deeper and faster each time. Your eyes rolled back as he found-again and again- that place inside you that made you lose all sense of yourself.

He was so hard inside you, his skin burning warm against yours. You noticed the way his eyes stayed fixed on you, sometimes slipping closed from the pleasure you, and only you, gave him as you clenched around him.

His hands pressed your waist into the mattress as his rhythm shifted, slowing for a brief moment, before he began to thrust into you harder making you both moan loudly at the same time.

The hand on his cheek slid back into his hair, tugging lightly as he moved. Sweat began to gather on both your bodies- yours mirroring his as the heat of him seemed to radiate, almost like his firebending lived beneath his skin in moments like this.

“I’m so close, y/n,” he breathed.

“Me too,” you replied, just as breathless. “Keep… going, Zu-“

“Come for me, my lady,” he urged, not stopping, one hand moving down between you to your clit, circling with intention and pushing you closer. “Let go around me… Please.”

You didn’t need anything more.

Your body gave in, your legs trembling as your release hit you again.

“God, Zuko, yes- just like… that!” you gasped, clenching tightly around him.

That was all it took for him to follow, his movements stuttering before he pressed firmly into you, holding you there as he finished, not stopping until his final thrust, his hands gripping your sides.

He collapsed over you, both of you trying to catch your breath.

After a moment, he kissed you again- deep and unhurried. Your arms slipped around him, hands resting behind his neck, holding him close as you hummed quietly against his lips.

Eventually, he rolled onto his side, pulling you with him so you rested against his chest, and the room fell quiet.

Your breathing slowed as you lay there, his fingers moving absently through your hair.

“I love you, Zuko,” you said softly.

“I love you too, y/n,” he replied.

“And I’m happy we got this break… I really needed it. I think you did too.”

“It hasn’t been easy,” he admitted with a quiet sigh. “The council, the colonies, everything still feels like it’s balancing on a blade… but we’ll make it. I know.”

Your chest swelled at his steadiness and resilience. You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.

“Although we needed a break…” he added after a moment, his tone shifting slightly.

Before you could react, he guided you gently, lifting you so you were seated over him, his hands steady at your hips.

“… If we only have one night to rest,” he murmured, his gaze lifting to meet yours, “then I intend to make full use of it.”

A smile spread across your lips, grabbing his cock already hard again.

“I love that idea, my lord,” you replied softly, guiding himself to your entrance once more.

And you made use of it indeed, until the night had nothing left to give.

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The next morning, you were awakened by nothing but a knock at the door.

You shifted slightly, bumping into your naked husband’s figure resting beside you. Fully awake now, you stilled, wondering if the sound had only been a dream or a trick of your mind after the exhausting days behind you.

You let yourself sink back into the warmth of Zuko, who, even in his sleep, instinctively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. You settled against him, his steady breathing brushing softly against your ear, just like the night before…

Another knock.

Spirits, you thought, a little dazed. Am I losing my mind?

As you were saying, the night before.. letting your attendants take care of your duties had been one of the best decisions you’d made in a long time…

Your duties.

“Sokka!” you suddenly shouted, sitting upright in bed.

Zuko stirred beside you, letting out a low groan as he shifted, still half-asleep.

“We agreed his name wasn’t to be said in this bed after the bonfire when-” he stopped abruptly, blinking. “Sokka!”

He sat up immediately, the realization hitting him just as hard.

Another knock echoed through the room.

“We’re coming!” you called out, already scrambling to find your nightgown, while Zuko did the same, grabbing the nearest piece of clothing he could find to restore at least some level of Fire Lord dignity.

Before either of you could reach the door, a voice came from the other side.

“I know! I heard you both,” Sokka called, far too amused for this early in the morning. “I got in last night, by the way. And just so you know- not very smart to put your guests right next to your room. Fire Lords…” he added, smugly, “definitely living up to the ‘hot’ reputation.”

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ive been nothing but inspired by the zuko content on this app so i hope i got to give back some of the enjoyment with this- i hope you liked it lmk if you did and all :-)xx

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︵ ೀ mdni. an intimate morning shared with Zuko

The pre-dawn light in the Fire Lord’s bedchamber was a bruised, ethereal violet, filtering through high silk screens and casting soft shadows across the expansive bed.The hearth had died down to a low, amber glow, leaving the room at a temperature that was perfectly balanced—cool enough to make the heavy quilts necessary, but warmed by the constant, radiating heat of the man sleeping beside you.

Zuko was never truly still in his sleep. His brow would twitch, or his hand would clench against the silk sheets, his mind often racing through the demands of a nation even in his dreams. But this morning, as the first hint of gold touched the horizon, he was in a deep, rare state of repose.

You shifted slowly, the movement of the mattress silent under your weight. The urge to be close to him, to feel the grounding weight of his presence before the sun forced him into the rigid role of the Fire Lord, was an ache in your chest. You moved with the grace of someone who had learned his rhythms by heart, straddling his hips as he lay on his back.

The contact was immediate and electric. Even in sleep, Zuko’s body responded to yours; his skin felt like a furnace, and as you lowered yourself onto him, you felt the heavy, salt-slicked length of him stir against your heat.

You didn't rush. You guided him inside you with a slow, agonizingly intentional patience. You felt the way he filled you—stretched you—reaching a depth that felt like he was touching your very soul. A soft, shaky breath escaped your lips, your head tilting back as you settled fully against him. He was a perfect fit, a missing piece of a puzzle you hadn't known was broken until you found him.

Zuko’s eyes didn't snap open. Instead, they fluttered, a low, guttural groan vibrating deep in his chest as the reality of you registered in his subconscious. His instincts took over before his mind was fully awake. One of his muscular arms, mapped with the faint lines of old scars, up to coil around your slim waist, pulling you down until there wasn't a breath of air between your bellies. His other hand, large and calloused, found the plump curve of your ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with a possessive grip.

"Mm... (Y/N)?" his voice was a sleep-thickened rasp, a sound so private and raw that it made your heart swell.

"Stay still," you whispered, your fingers tracing the sharp, familiar line of his jaw. "Just feel me."

You began to move; it was a slow, sensual tide. You rose and fell with a rhythmic grace, savoring the internal friction of his skin against yours. Every upward slide felt like a teased departure, and every downward thrust felt like a homecoming. You were hyper-aware of everything—the sound of his heavy, rhythmic breathing, the way his thumb was tracing slow circles on your hip, and the scent of the room.

Zuko didn't try to take control. He let you lead, his eyes half-closed as he watched you through a veil of dark lashes. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his nose brushing against the strands of your hair. He inhaled deeply, the scent of plum blossoms—your signature scent—filling his senses and grounding him in the moment. To him, that smell was the smell of peace. It was the scent of the only person who didn't want anything from the Fire Lord, but wanted everything from Zuko.

"You're so warm," he murmured against your skin, his lips grazing your collarbone.

The intimacy was stifling in the best way possible. You leaned down, your hair falling like a silken curtain around both your faces, creating a private world within the shadows of the bed-curtains. You captured his mouth in a kiss that was soft, tasting of sleep and jasmine tea. It was a slow exploration, your tongues dancing in the same languid rhythm as your hips.

As the sun began to bleed gold into the room, the pace naturally quickened, though the sensuality remained. The friction between you grew slicker, the wet, rhythmic sounds of your union becoming the only sound accompanying the morning. You could feel the tension building in Zuko’s frame, the way his arm tightened around your waist until you were practically fused to him.

His hand on your ass became more demanding, his fingers spreading you, pulling you down harder and faster as he began to meet your movements with a low, driving energy. The pleasure was a slow-build fire, starting in the pit of your stomach and spreading until your entire body felt like it was made of sparks.

"Zuko," you gasped, your fingers digging into the firm muscles of his shoulders.

"I've got you," he rasped, his voice breaking as he reached the precipice. "I've got you, (Y/N)."

The end wasn't a sharp explosion, but a long, melting surrender. You arched your back, your breath hitching in your throat as your internal muscles clamped around him in a series of rhythmic, overwhelming spasms. Zuko let out a long, shuddering groan, his head falling back against the pillows as he finally let go. You felt the hot, thick pulse of him filling you, a deep and heavy sensation that seemed to go on forever, marking the start of his day with the most intimate of gifts.

He didn't pull away when the tremors subsided. He held you there, your heart thundering against his, as the room filled with the bright, unapologetic light of the morning. He kept his face buried in your hair, holding onto the scent of plum blossoms and the feeling of you, knowing that whatever the Council or the world threw at him today, he was already whole.