Post-Chapter 5 Asgore x Reader (female) x Flowery. You read that right
AU in the fact that Asgore wasn't captured by the knight, the flowers are full plants, and probably some other little things. Its a random idea gone rouge, made for fun and less to be lore-accurate.
This chapter is more just set up to everything.
 You had just moved to Hometown (a cute name that fit the small town), into a quaint little apartment you could work remotely from. But considering all your coworkers were spread across the globe, you couldn't exactly hang out after work hours. To make things worse, your landlord didn't allow for pets so despite all your furniture and decorations the apartment felt⊠empty. Â
You were⊠lonely. Â
You did befriend a few of the other townsfolk. Especially Asgore, who owned the local flower shop, King's Flowers. There hadn't been a week that you didn't drop by to see what plants he had even though you never bought any, and usually ended up talking about town gossip over a cup of tea. The large monster reminded you of a kindly uncle figure with fatherly advice sprinkle with humor. Â
Then one day, when you visited when you were in one of your lows, he did something incredibly touching. âYour windows face the west, correct?âÂ
âUh, yeah?â you answered confused, watching as Asgore got up from the tiny table that held the kettle of tea and a few treats you brought from the bakery. Â
âGood. Flowery needs that indirect light from the setting sun. Plus, I think he favors the scenery.â Asgore chuckled to himself as he busied himself at the table that held his favorite flowers. âHave I told that Flowery has been with me since college? He was the first flower I ever bought, in fact. There was a little bookstore near campus that sold some dorm-friendly plants and he caught my eye. Itâs why he was included in Torielâs bouquet. Through the good times and the bad, heâs been there for me. I thoughtâŠI thought I was going to lose him during an⊠incident a while back, but heâs too stubborn to give up.â Â
You recalled when he first showed you his treasured flowers, how the golden one was barely a few tattered leaves on otherwise bare stems. But slowly new leaves began to unfurl, replacing the ripped ones, and then finally the small golden flowerbuds started to appear. You happened to come into the shop the day the first flower bloomed, and thought it was someoneâs birthday the way Asgore and his child and friend were acting. Asgore had all but swept you off your feet and carried you up stairs to see the new bloom. Â
You had to admit, the golden hue was beautiful, but didnât quite understand all the hype. Â
Thatâs also when you realized Asgore didnât like flowers, he loved them. Especially the seven blooms he had displayed in his home above the shop, all plants from which he had created his ex-wifeâs wedding bouquet. You had a feeling that If he didnât have Asriel and Kris, they would be akin to his children. Â
Thatâs why you were quite surprised with the mere thought of you taking his beloved Flowery. âAsgore, you canât be serious,â you spluttered. âFlowery means so much to you!âÂ
âHe does,â he acknowledged before turning to you⊠with a smaller pot than you expected. Flowery and the others were in larger clay pots that were a handful for the larger monster, and would be near impossible for you to move. âWhen he was⊠damaged, I decided to try and save both parts of him. This little guy took root, and look.â His large hands gently brushed small golden bud that had just barely started to open. âI owe Flowery a lot, but I also feel as if you need a best friend too. You may never get to know him the way I do, but maybe heâll bring you some peace regardless.â Â
You accepted the terracotta pot, warm from the plant light it had been sitting under. You? Take care of a plant? You could barely take care of yourself! And it wasnât just any plant either, this was one if Asgoreâs beloved flowers. The larger monster might as well as handed you a feeble baby at the weight that rested on your shoulders. Â
--+--Â
The plantâFlowery as Asgore called it, though admitted it was a type of buttercup from the Mt. Ebott regionâsat on the small window alcove of your bedroom as you re-read Asgoreâs handwritten instructions for care. Â
âWhatâs the difference between bright indirect sunlight and direct sunlight?â you grumbled to yourself as you tried to figure out if the alcove was the proper window. Asgore had said south-facing. And if you put the plant in your bedroom, youâd be more likely to remember to water it. Â
âWell, I hope this is okay, lilâ guy,â you sighed as you sat on the floor in front of the window. âI canât let you die, Asgore would be so upset with me. Well, disappointed. And thatâs worse.â Â
Silence followed. Plants after all, couldnât talk. âIâm going crazy. Talking to a plant. I mean, youâre pretty, donât get me wrong. But not a real conversationalistâŠâ There was a beat before you groaned and flopped backwards. You were talking at a plant. Were you that desperate for social interaction? Â
You should just go into town more often. Try interacting with others. Except you were usually very awkward around other people. Asgore was so warm and welcoming he was able to get through your shell and became fast friends. Truly an anomaly for you. Â
Maybe instead of being a crazy cat lady, youâll become a crazy plant lady.Â
--+--Â
It started with an increased awareness. When the sun set and the apartment grew quiet he could⊠think. No longer just a nebulous awareness, but true sentience. But still just a plant. A confused plant as he sorted through hazy memories from the daylight hours.Â
At first he had felt betrayed by Asgoreâyes, there was now two Flowerys, but he was a friendly flower! He could get along with anyone, especially himself! Why had he given him away to a stranger?Â
But then he listened to you. You were awkward at first, berating yourself for talking to a plant half the time, but then you really started to open up. Your words, emotions, seemed rather similar. Sadness. Frustration. Loneliness. More than once tears fell on his leaves, and he realized that you needed someone. Â
This was why Asgore had given him away, and Flowery felt honored instead that his king had given him such a responsibility. Â
Days and Nights passed. A week. A month. And with every passing night he became stronger, slowly regaining the body he had in the Dark world. Â
Well, the form at least. Being able to manipulate reality like he had in the Dark World was beyond him, but he could move things. Touch things. Walk. Â
As long as you were asleep. Â
That seemed to be this odd magicâs caveat. He could regain his human form as long as you were sleeping. As soon as you woke, he was a flower once more. Â
Little blurb I plan on turning into a full imagine:
Flowery absolutely feels guilty that you do all this work to keep him and the other flowers alive and well in the Light world. It upsets him that he's confined to the Dark world and can't really help ease the load of any of your chores in the Light world in return.
To make up for it, I imagine he plans some of the cutest and sweetest little dates in the Dark world. I'd like to think the flower castle is just more than the rooms we saw, and maybe there's some kind of grand ballroom.
Flowery would definitely go all out to dress up the ballroom. Even providing you with a stunning outfit. String lights that cast a soft glow making it feel like you're under the stars. Petals of all different colors lay scattered and float around. Green would prep a lovely little meal, and it'd be set up like a little picnic. Soft music would flow throughout this room.
And just when you think it can't get any sweeter, He'd whisk you up and into a slow dance.
All in all this flower will find anyway he can to spoil you during these little dates, and they often send you falling in love with him even more.
Here is that Caine x Tenna comic I promised to share. But no kiss! Sorry guys, but I only promised to draw them kissing if Caine won that last round, but Caine didn't won. Tenna did. I gotta keep my word. But hey! There is always the next Tumblr Sexyman contest, next year! Haha! Enjoy!
Tumblr post and contest by @mimosa-sexypeople-contests-2026
Thanks for putting the contest together in the first place! It got me inspired and got me drawing all these cool drawings. It was fun.
âAnd if youâll give me 40% of the MOST POPULAR VOTE, Iâll give you my SPECIAL REWARD... A yearâs supply of NON-GLOOBY SLIME!!! Never or BARELY used!!!â Tenna concluded his speech with a huge smile, jetting his hands up in double peace signs.
The crowd roared in confused enthusiasm as Tenna gave a gracious flurry of low-FPS bows, pausing only for the occasional stink-nose at his audience plants who werenât throwing enough 3D roses.
Eventually, the room fell silent. It was Senshiâs turn to speak.
He puffed out his chest, took a long, sweeping look over the audience⊠and shook his head.
âI can see not all of you are eating properly.â
The crowd murmured with embarrassment.
âI donât know who needs to hear this, but itâs time to take the turkey out of your icebox. I have seen the ingenious technology with which your people store food... and I have also seen the waste which results from such convenience.
âThe food you take had a life. Beasts grew fat on the grass of the field, plants grew from the sunâs rays, and mushrooms grew from minerals in the cracks of caves. And yet, it sits in your iceboxes, collecting moisture until it perishes.
âEat what is given to you. Because its life will make you stronger, too.â
Without another word, Senshi left his podium and stepped away from the stage. The crowd murmured in confusion. âIs he really like that?â somebody said. âI only remember reblogging the photosets of him tripping and showing ass.â
--
Back in the Green Room, Tenna wrung his antennas nervously.
âY-y-you think they liked me!? They HAD to!! I mean, I donât know what Asgore was thinking, getting that weird haircut and running that food waste campaign, but⊠YOU thought I did good, didnât you, Kris?â
Laios nodded aggressively, a streak of blue face paint peeling from his forehead.
âYou did AMAZING, Tenna! By the way, now that weâve seen all your insider campaign secrets, do you have any more videos of Susie? Especially her tail... If I could get a look at that, I could finally tell if sheâs a dinosaur or --â
THWACK. Fake antlers butted Laiosâs head.
âLAIOS?? Werenât we dressed up to help SENSHI???â Marcille hissed, gesturing awkwardly with her hooves.
Suddenly, Tenna turned to the two adventurers.
âHey, WAIT a second. SOMETHINGâs not right here...â
Laios and Marcille held their breath.
âWhere the heck are my POINTS!?â
Just then, the door opened. Chilchuck took one step into the room, whistling and holding a large bag.
Everyone turned to him.
Chilchuck paused, took a step backwards, and closed the door.
âCHILCHUCK!!!â yelled Tenna.
âHow come Chilchuck got to stay Chilchuck!?â yelled Marcille at the same time.
--
Meanwhile, in outer space somewhere, some guy was making out with a rock.
Yandere Asat Pramad is fun. But imagine him doing all that yet still manages to fumble
He fumbles reader constantly and the only reason reader is even with him is bc they can't kill a lord ravager đđ
Reader leaving one day just straight up going on a vacation without telling Asat despite the various warnings but he geniunely doesn't think reader would try anything but like they're highkeniunely partying it up in another star system NFNDJWKOWOWOW
So the whole time you're away you keep receiving texts that are on completely different spectrums; largely because he's just so susceptible to horrendous moodswings.
Ass-hat pramad: how dare you leave me?
Ass-hat pramad: don't you know i have my hands full? Work isn't compromising! Even for a lord ravager such as myself!
Ass-hat pramad: I know what your contact name for me is.
Ass-hat pramad: im actually impressed. I've been trying to come up with a name for phantylia myself.
Ass-hat pramad: I don't think I can name her fart-tylia
I imagine partly the reason reader also can't stand asat is because of his god awful hand idiom puns. Says shit like "don't bite the hand that feeds you" when he's trying to lean in to give you a peck and you swat him away. But it doesn't even look serious because you're literally high-fiving a purple hand.
"On one hand i have you, and the other i have you, but with a fedora on you!" Because when you annoy him he just holds you with his head-hand amalgamation like how people hold their cats in air jail.
I would say he fumbles reader 24/7, it's just reader can't walk away so he just has infinite retries đđ but I'm only mentioning the funny and annoying parts of what I envision. 90% of the time I imagine he actually loves cuddling up on you or something. Sometimes if you seem too stoic to play along he might don a dress and act like a dramatic widow just to piss you off. Gets you flowers with an apology card but both of them squirt water on you.
(11/29/25) â a loving family, an unpalatable desire masterlist
ft. romantic! yan bruce wayne w/ platonic yan! batfam x gn! spouse reader x romantic! yan clark kent w/ platonic yan! superfam
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â TRIGGER WARNINGS !
- lowercase writing, nsfw themes, emotional neglect, adultery/cheating, eventual voyeurism, mentions of divorce, other warnings would be added soon.
â SYNOPSIS !
bruce wayne, he's a special man with a special reputation. day in, the crowd sees him as a billionaire, a charitable philanthropist, a playboy, and a father to multiple kids, adopted or not. day out, he's the city's guarded vigilante who spends his night fighting crime for the sake of its protection.
in all his roles, he was damn good at it.
but never at being a husband.
always absent, always busy, never turning his back on his poor spouse, you, whilst his children take it in themselves to never appreciate the effort you've exhausted caring for them.
it shouldn't have been such a surprise that you fell into the arms of a different man after the years of constantly vying for an actual family that loves you.
one day, you're saved by your very own personal hero from the crummy claws of the paparazzi, clark kent, a widowed reporter who have taken it upon himself to shield you from their invasive questions.
from there on out, you became his. and his little family became yours, too.
but not for long, because suddenly, the family you left behind wants you back in their grasp once more. this time, their hold on you won't be so loose anymore.
cn: pre-established relationship. marriage. explicit sexual content [18+]. blowjob. vaginal fingering. slightly exhibitionism kink. dirty talking. 1.6 k words
A/N: After seeing adult Zuko, I couldnât stop writing a little for him. Not the best, but eh.
Part 2 Part 3
credits for the fanart: natandraw on twitter
Being a Fire Lord comes with great responsibilities. Zukoâs tumultuous past is proof of that. Regaining his honour was something Zuko didnât expect to happen this way, especially since he now rules an entire nation. Even so, he will deeply appreciate his firelady for standing right beside him. Meaning â You.
Involved in every issue facing the nation, a hidden activist since his fatherâs time who managed to stand out to him immediately after Zuko returned to the throne. He couldnât help but notice your devotion, all the efforts you made, and all the battles you fought against people who still didnât trust him enoughâor worse, who were swayed by his fatherâs dictatorial regime.
And that is precisely why your unconditional love helps him hope for a better future every single day. And youâre no different. Especially since youâve noticed how tired your dear husband has been lately, buried in thousands upon thousands of stacks of reports and strategies he has to sign.
Hidden in his office among the papers, behind his desk, Zuko sighed unconsciously. He looked up when he heard the lack of a knock followed by someone walked straight into the place, assuming it couldnât be anyone but you.
âGood afternoon, my love.â Zuko gave you a weary smile, resting his hand on your waist as you sat on his lap, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. He closed his eyes as you kissed his temple, your tender smile calming his mind.
âHey there.â
You leaned in slightly to look at the crowded table, Zukoâs hand still moving as the nib pierced the paper with ink.
âI assume my husband will join me later tonight again.â He gave you a short, apologetic look, knowing he had neglected you these last days. But Zuko didnât know you werenât really upset about that. Your intention was something else entirely. And he barely caught that when he wanted to speak back, only for his mouth to remain part open slightly as he locked his eyes on yours, seeing a teasing glinting in them while one of your hands starts wandering over his toned body, fingers brushing slowly. âAnd I think I have an idea how to help him more.â
He gulped; his hand stopped writing entirely as his attention was only on you.
âY-Yeah? And what this idea might be?â
You hummed, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, reaching his beautiful scar, only for you to give him a kiss, slowly at first until you made his other hand drop the pen and come to grip the other side of your waist as you kissed him deeper, making him hiss after you teasingly nip his lip.
Surprise crossed his face while his pale cheeks start blushing when you slowly drop down on the floor between his legs while your gaze never leaves him.
âLove, waitâSomeone couldâŠâ He breathed out harshly when your hands started massaging his inner thighs after moving his traditional robe to each side, not minding his words. ââŠcome.â
âI will be careful, Zuko.â His muscles tensed when your fingers played with his pants around his waistline, before you leisurely dropped his pants to reach the floor. âDo you trust me?â
Fuck. More like Zuko could not trust himself when he looked into your charming, pretty eyes; the mischievous look on your face only screamed trouble. He barely nods, followed by a gasp when you brush your hand over his clothed dick, murmuring after seeing the wet spot from his precum over there.
âHmm, but my love seems to want this from the start? Otherwise he will not be so excited so soon.
âN-NoâŠitâs not that. It wasnât intentionalâF-fuckâŠ"
You chuckled after his own moan stopped him, right after you give his tip a peck before undressing him completely. Your hand comes to spread his precum, helping you stroke him gradually.
âThen Iâm lucky, my love. Making my firelord so excited after so little touches.â
But how could he not? He is in love with you so much that he can embarrassingly admit only your embrace could make his body react inappropriately. You licked around his tip then, making his breath falter and his chest heavend from the anticipation until he groaned, feeling the vibration of your own moan around his veins when you took him in your mouth.
Zuko forced his pleasured sounds lower, struggling to stay still as you sucked him off, already feeling on the edge â only for the situation to turn worse. You let his dick throb in your mouth at the sudden knock on the door as you stay still, instantly urging him to help him cover you with his robe.
âLord Zuko, can I enter? I received an important letter that I must give you.â
You let your hand come outside of the robe to gesticulate an approval as he felt anxious enough not to follow another dangerous idea, yet he did so.
âYouâŠcan come in.â
The man comes inside, first looking at the letter in his hand before glancing up at his way too tensed lord, looking painfully at him with his narrowed, brown eyes.
âLord Zuko, everything fine?â
At that, as the minx you are, you slowly suck him in again; your hand comes to cup his full balls, massaging tenderly before you lightly squeeze it, making him grunt, hiding it with a choke.
âYes.â His throat tightens, struggling to form coherent words. âJust tired. Thank you forâŠthe delivery.â
The man skeptically nodded before bowing, turning around to leave as Zukoâs heart started feeling a little more at ease, trying not to lose his own mind, control slipping by the way your mouth was cockwarming him so good it took all his discipline to behave.
âLord Zuko, I apologise for giving more to your plate. I suggest you sleep well and leave other matters for tomorrow.â
âMhm. H-Have a good afternoon.â
When the door locked, Zuko instantly lifted his robe to look at you. You glanced up, face reddened from the heat created by the suffocating air, yet you didnât stop.
âLove, are you okayââ Zukoâs head leaned back when you started sucking him more, deep enough to hit your throat over and over. You slipped out to lick a trail from the top to the bottom, then letting your tongue suck on his balls, placing kisses all over him while your other hand came to stroke him firmly.
âMore than okay.â You were too aroused by the adrenaline pumping in your veins after almost being caught, needing him so much to cum in your mouth. âYou were so hot, barely restraining yourself.â You suck around his sensitive tip before speaking between sweet slurps. âI love to see my love like that.â
Zuko is a step away from turning mad, insane. Madly in love with the way you take care of him, drying him for all he's worth.
âLoveâAh! I canâtâI willâŠâ
Zuko cupped your cheek as he looked into your eyes while you felt his dick throb once again. No longer after his cum started purring in your mouth while you swallowed as much as you could. When he slipped his cock out of your mouth, you come again to lick him clean, devouring what he gave you.
He watched in a daze, letting his fingers wander, his thumb spreading your mouth before he gathered some remains of his cum, slipping two fingers in your mouth while you sucked them eagerly. Something in his eyes changed, a fire was in them by the way he leaned down until his hand came behind your neck for his lips to find yours. The other one urged you to lift, to come and sit on his lap, on the side.
Zuko purred his love for you in it, slipping his tongue inside while you felt his desire. The hand that didnât support your head came to touch you, feeling your breast under your dress against his palm, before he came slowly between your legs. He whispered against your lips, eyes not leaving yours.
âDid my firelady enjoy making a mess out of me?â
âZ-ZukoâŠâ
You felt your skin burning against his touch, now being the one compromised when you glanced at the door, then at him. Yet, when his hand comes under your dress, his fingers circling between your thighs, closer to your soaked pussy, your words weigh nothing. âSomeone can come againâŠâ
In a second, Zuko lifted his hand for his finger to point at the door; his striking lightning travelled over the electrical system of the door, closing it. His mouth twitched at your surprised expression.
âYouâre insane, Zuko.â
He hummed, retuning his path before finally touching you, setting your panties to the side, circling slowly around your clit.
âInsane because of you.â
âOh myââ
He nuzzled his head in your neck, planting his wet kisses, his love marks on your heated skin while one of his fingers came lower, testing the entrance only to easily enter inside your pussy.
âYou liked that much to help me relieve some tension, love? Thatâs why you are so soaked right now for me?â
He chuckled as he saw how truly fucked your expression is, moaning as the second finger followed, thrusting faster and faster inside your pussy.
âY-yesâI love it. Fuck, I love you, Zukoââ
Zuko groaned at your devoted words, pumping his fingers more roughly, deeper for you to reach your orgasm. He kissed you so intensely it made your mind dizzy and blank until all you could think was how much you wanted him.
âI love you too, my fire lady. Love you so much. Please, cum for me.â
You nodded frantically as your legs trembled, body twitching over him as you locked your hands strongly over his shoulder, head resting against his chest for any kind of support as you felt yourself cumming, your wetness slipping down his fingers as he dragged your orgasm until you stopped moving.
Zuko slipped his fingers slowly from your pussy, coming to embrace you tightly over your vulnerable body. He leaned his head over yours, pressing a kiss here while his hand caressing your body.
âWe should go to bed, my love.â He chuckled as you mindlessly nod, still recovering after the orgasm. âIâll bath both of us first." You only hummed in return, gripping him more tightly while he rose from the chair with you in his arms.
You are so lucky to have such a caring, lovely husband. But his situation is no different.
adult fire lord zuko x wife!reader
warnings: 18+ nsfw, fluff, breeding kink, baby fever, daddy kink
summary: when fire lord zuko sees his wife holding babies, and with everyone constantly pestering for an heir, his mind can't help but reel to darker places.
âfire lord zuko! when can we expect an heir to the fire nation?â
âfire lord zuko! are you and the fire lady expecting?â
âwho will take the throne as the prince now that you have been reigning for some time?â
the relentless questioning left zuko restless. he had hoped the weight on his shoulders would ease once he transitioned from prince to fire lord, but the pressure had only increased tenfold.
you, on the other hand, were as cool as a cucumber.
as the beloved fire lady, you were adored by the entire nation. while zuko was buried in council meetings and ledgers, you spent your free time at charities, local orphanages, and schools. to put it simply, you were constantly surrounded by familiesâmore specifically, children.
zuko watched from afar as toddlers wrapped their chubby arms around your skirts, peering up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. parents took pride in seeing the fire lady cradle their infants, and even the fussiest babies seemed to settle the moment they were tucked into your arms.
âmy! you would make such a wonderful mother,â one woman remarked.
âthe fire lord is a lucky man indeed,â the citizens added. âa beautiful wife and a natural mother.â
while zuko often flushed with embarrassment, you took every remark as an opportunity to tease him.
âhear that, zuko? it means weâve got work to do,â you joked, gently rocking a sleeping infant while the crowd erupted into laughter.
it wasnât until you were talking to one of the elderly ladies from a distance that the conversation took a turn, her voice not-so-quiet as she described the struggles of pregnancy.
âpregnancy is a beautiful thing, but very, very tedious,â the elderly lady explained. âyouâre constantly waddling around with a big, round belly. your feet are swollen and bare, and yourâŠâ she motioned to your chest, âalways swollen and aching.â
your face flushed with embarrassment, but zuko, on the other hand, found his mind admiring the idea.
he wasnât in a rush to have kids, but the image of youâhis wife, waddling around the palace barefoot in nothing but a flowy dress. your belly, round from carrying his baby, and your breasts swollen with milk.
it was perfect.
and that was how you ended up here, sprawled across your shared bed with your legs hooked over zukoâs broad shoulders as he held you folded in a mating press.
his cockâthick and swollenâpounded into you relentlessly, the air filling with vulgar sounds that made your eyes roll back and your ears burn.
âzuâzuko!â you cried out in pleasure.
âgonna⊠get youâŠâ zuko grunted, his hips drawing back as he drove into you deeper. âpregnant⊠gotta breed youââ
zuko was a mess of incoherent babbling, muttering about keeping you full of his seed and the image of you walking around barefoot. his heavy body completely enveloped yours, his hands tangling into your hair to pin you in place, keeping you trapped in that vulnerable position.
âgonna keep fucking you until it takes,â he promised darkly. âuntil our kids are running around the palace.â
you were a moaning mess beneath him, your legs dangling in the air as he pounded into you, forcing you to take every deliciously agonizing inch of your fire lord.
âhow many do you think weâll have? one? two?â zuko laughed raspily against your ear, the vibration making your body tingle. âor twins. thatâd be niceâwouldnât it?â
âso⊠so nice,â you managed to moan.
zuko laughed again, adjusting his angle so he could fuck even deeper into your warm, aching core.
âfuck. you gonna make me a daddy, baby?â
âyes, zuko!â you cried, nodding your head frantically against the pillows. âyesâiâll make you a daddyââ
âshit,â he cursed, his body drawing tight as he felt himself ready to pump you full. âsay it again.â
âdaddy!â
daddy. daddy. daddy.
the sound of it was music to his ears. he tossed his head back, his long, dark hair damp with sweat against his bare skin as his cock pulsed deep inside you, pumping ropes of thick, hot cum into your aching pussy.
âgod, thatâs it,â he growled, peering down at you with lustful, golden eyes as his chest heaved.
âgonna make sure it takes. youâre going to give me an heir, arenât you? my beautiful, perfect, sweet wife.â
may i req zuko who has a son (a baby, really) who never wants to part with him so zuko brings him to council meetings where the baby also gives his smart inputs (just babbles) ?
a/n: this request was so sweet anon! i hope you enjoy the blurb i whipped up
summary: left alone with your baby, Zuko takes his son to his first council meeting
âIs my handsome prince ready for his first council meeting?â Zuko coos fondly as he lifts the child from his crib and into his arms.
âHis robes are too big,â you note with a frown. The red and gold silk swallows his little body whole, but the child doesnât seem to mind as he flashes a gummy smile when your lips meet his cheek for a kiss.
âHeâll grow into them,â your husband assures you with a careful smile. âJust as I did.â
âAre you sure you donât need me to stay?â You fret, beginning to fuss over the robes once more in an attempt to free your babyâs limbs from the heavy fabric. âI can watch Ezi so your council meeting remains undisturbed.â
âYou deserve to have a day off, too. Ezi and I will be fine while youâre in the village. Besides, who would object to having the Prince at a council meeting? Itâs his duty. Isnât that right, my little dragon?â
Ezi laughs as Zuko playfully pokes his stomach, and the sight is enough to ease your worries for you to leave the palace guilt free as you bid goodbye to your husband and son. The Fire Lord holds the child in one arm while the other grabs hold of the babyâs favorite turtle duck toy, and with everything in order the two are off to the meeting.
The councilmen are surprised to see the Fire Lord take his seat with the infant on his lap, but none dare try to argue against his decision. Zuko has created a reputation for himself as a doting father unwilling to part from Ezi unless absolutely necessary, and the last advisor to suggest otherwise had quickly been relieved of his duties. The baby happily babbles away as heâs given his turtle duck, and Zuko takes the distraction as his opportunity to begin the meeting.
âWhat is on the agenda today, chamberlain?â
âMy Lord, thereâs been an influx of new soldiers that our staff is inadequately prepared for. Thereâs more soldiers than there are commanders, and it will be impossible to train them all properly!â
Zuko offers a thoughtful nod, opening his mouth to respond only to falter at the feeling of Eziâs fingers pulling at his hair. He looks upon his child with a smile and gently removes his hands as he asks, âDo you have an idea, son?â
The baby can only babble in response as he continues his attempts to grasp at Zukoâs hair. The Fire Lord chuckles before looking back to his dismayed chamberlain. âEzi and I believe it would be in our best interest to train the soldiers in cohorts rather than all at once. Stagger the admission rates and allow no new applicants until everything is in order.â
âThen it shall be done,â his chamberlain relents. âHowever, if I may Fire Lord Zuko, perhaps it would be in your best interest to leave the duty of childcare to Fire Lady y/n. She is the Princeâs mother, after all.â
âAnd I am his father,â Zuko reiterates firmly, his eyes sharpening with his protective wrath. âEzi will not be let out of my sight while my wife is away, and I will hear no more of this. Is that understood?â
âYes, my Lord,â he quickly relents with a repentant bow of his head.
âGood,â he reaffirms with a single nod. âNow if youâll excuse me, Iâll have to end our meeting early today. Itâs time for Eziâs nap.â
Zuko doesnât bother to stay despite his chamberlainâs protests, instead choosing to exit the throne room and make his way back to your bedroom. He enjoys the quiet moments when itâs just the two of them together roaming the palace halls, Ezi happily cooing as he holds him securely against his chest. He adores his father, and Zukoâs chest swells with pride every time he makes his child smile; his son will never look upon him with fear or shame, and heâll never know what it feels like to be unloved.
You return from your venture just as Ezi finally falls asleep, and you join your husband beside the crib as you admire your sleeping child together.
âDid he have a good day?â Your hushed voice asks as Zuko pulls you into his side.
âHe made excellent suggestions at todayâs council meeting,â he replies with a faint chuckle. âOur son is going to be a fine leader one day.
âWith you as his father? Heâll be more than perfect,â you sigh sweetly.
Ezi loves his father, and Zuko will do everything in his power to ensure his son is happy and content for the rest of his days.
This is a filler series of my Till x GN!Reader multiple part series~
I will not be taking/doing any requests until further notice!
A/N: welcome to my new filler side stories! These silly one shots are canon to my Till x GN!Reader series timeline~
It was a nice, quiet day in ANAKT garden. The kids were running around giggling, and others were seen taking the time to speak with eachother.
You on the other hand, were sitting by yourself. You preferred it like this, though. Laying your head on the tree behind you as you let the breeze softly caress your hair.
That is⊠until you heard something, or rather, someoneâŠ
âIVAN GIVE IT BACK! THATS NOT FOR YOU!â
A certain gray-haired boy that you always seem to notice him looking at you time to time was currently yelling at his friend, Ivan. Apparently Ivan was waving two flower bracelets in the air as he laughed at Tillâs poor attempt to get it back. It was⊠an amusing sight to you!
Ivan noticed you staring at the two bicker as he got an idea, running over to you.
âY/N!~ Here!â He chuckled as he placed the two flower bracelets on your head as he wrapped his arms around you,
âTill is threatening to take MY handmade braceletsâŠâ Ivan gave Till a toothy smile, knowing the effect that you caused in Tillâs heart.
This action⊠definitely did affect Till. In a bad way. He wasnât expecting that Ivan would use you a human shield!
âY-Y/NâŠ! I- uhm⊠t-those were actually made b-by meâŠâ he stuttered as you were trying to push Ivan off of you.
âTheyâre matching⊠bracelets⊠IF YOU WANT TO MATCH WITH ME!â He was standing stiffly as his hands shook, face beet red while averting your gaze.
ââŠâ You managed to push Ivan off of you as you looked at the bracelets that you took off of your head.
ââŠI donât want to match.â You gave him the bracelets back, not looking into his eyes.
ââŠOh. T-Thats totally okay too. ImTotallyFineJustAdmiringYouâŠâ Till chuckled awkwardly as he took the bracelets back, grabbing Ivan by the collar as they both walked away. How unfortunate. You really wanted to match with Till, actually.
but you had to keep your promise.
âŠ
Later that night, you noticed Till napping on the ground, taking advantage of him as you slowly crept up to him, taking one of the bracelets. It was a perfect fit. It smelled decent as well!
You kneeled beside his sleeping form as you stared at his face.
âŠ
You really shouldnât-
You gave him a small peck on the cheek, he was asleep, wasnât he? It wouldnât matter.
Until his collar turned from green to red.
You knew he wasnât sleeping now, so you immediately got up and ran away! Till didnât even get to see who it was! But he was silently hoping it was youâŠ
A/N: I love suas song :(( I felt like a proud mother listening to it </3 anyways though! I hope youâll all enjoy these fillers~
HOW TO LOSE ALL YOUR SUITORS IN SEVEN DAYS: PROLOGUE
ê° CHAPTER ONE ê± A trip to Mr. Sâs Mystery Shop left your friends in possession of an ancient magical brooch, but thanks to Aceâs impulsiveness, it nearly sparked a scandal between the islandâs two schools.
AUTHORâS NOTES: first chapter is here!!! Iâm still HATING this layout and formatting but when I do have the time I will fix it, trust!! Iâm a very trustworthy Theo!!!! Also, not proofreading bc my eyes are hurting
Grim was restless, hopping from one side to the other, but the group was already used to that. Ace, as always, was the engine driving his friends toward trouble. This time, however, they weren't all that unhappy to go along with him.
He gestured expansively with an arrogant smirk, convinced that the solution to all their problems was hidden on the dark shelves of Samâs shop. "Weâre going to solve two problems at once! Our friend comes back to us, no boyfriend, no shady suitor, and that jerk will see that he shouldnât mess with us."
"Are you really going to spend money on something like that?" Jack asked as they walked toward Mr. S's Mystery Shop.
"You didn't disagree when we were at the table, don't start now," Ace said. "Sam has magical trinkets we can't even imagine!"
The group's initial reluctance was quickly dissolved by the urgency of the situationâahem, jealousyâ, and they moved forward, driven by a reckless impulse.
It was the perfect opportunity, since the prefect was momentarily busy, having gone to get cleaning supplies in Foothill Town because Crowley had forgotten to restock the dormâs cleaning cupboard.
"What if they runs into Azul in town?" Epel asked, the bell on the door chiming as they entered the establishment.
"Even better. When we get out of here, weâll go straight after them. But he doesnât really go there that much, soâŠ" the redhead replied with a wicked grin, heading to the counter. "Wait? Heâs notâ"
"Looking for something, little demon?" Sam threw an arm around Deuce's shoulders, making him jump in fright. "My friends from the other side told me itâs something specialâŠ"
"We need something to make someone less attractive," Epel said, stepping forward, "âŠor something to stop him from flirting. That would be enough, I guess.â
"Ah. Matters of the heart." Sam laughed aloud, his shadow following his lead before it disappeared behind a shelf. "I have the perfect item for that!"
"Is it temporary?" Jack watched the shadow crawl along the floor and up the wall, handing its master what looked like a pendant, a crystal.
"Mhm." He replied, humming while he polished the object.
"Harmless?"
"As much as possible," Sam extended his hand, offering it to whichever boy was brave enough to take it. "Place this on the object of your⊠disdain, and he shall become exactly what he deserves to be."
"Nhwag! And what is that supposed to mean!?" Grim jumped onto the counter, tilting his head in suspicion.
Sam let out a low laugh, his eyes gleaming with mischievous malice under the dim light of the shop. "That, my little monster, depends entirely on the soul of the one who carries it. Don't think too much about the 'whys,' magic is just a bit dramatic sometimes. Don't you trust your host?"
Ace didn't waste time. With a shrug and a confident smirk, he grabbed the broochâit was a violet crystal encased in a metal structure that vaguely resembled twisted roots. "Perfect. He deserves something quite ridiculous, doesn't he?"
After a generous payment, they left the shop without much hurry. As they crossed the town gate, the atmosphere of the village seemed normalâŠuntil they spotted the prefect standing near a fountain, talking to a young man with refined features and clothes that didn't look cheap at all.
"Whoâs the guy she's laughing so much with?" Jack asked, frowning.
"That's the prince from the Scalding Sands!" Grim grumbled. "I've seen him before! When we were hanging out with Jamil!"
"I thought Kalim was the princeâŠ" Deuce scratched his head.
"What is a guy from RSA doing here?" Epel blinked. "As if the idiots from our own school weren't enoughâŠ"
They approached discreetly, but Aceâs goal shifted instantly.
He was no longer interested in Azul. The sight of Minajaelâso polished, so perfect, and so inconvenientâwas the new target of his disdain. "These playboysâŠ"
"Hey! Prefect!" Ace called out, forcing a radiant smile.
She turned, surprised. "Ace? What are you guys doing here?" She blinked, looking down to see Grim rubbing his head against her leg.
"We were just nearby, taking care of some... business," Jack replied, trying to reprimand Ace with a look, but the redhead was already invading the personal space between them and Minajael.
He stopped next to the prince, giving an exaggerated pat on the RSA boy's shoulder, as if they were old friends. "So, the new guy in town, huh?"
"Iâve been here longer than you," Minajael arched an eyebrow but kept a polite posture, as he was an acquaintance of the prefect. "You must be one of the prefect's classmates..."
As Minajael turned to greet him, Ace slid his hand behind the prince's shoulder, the brooch hidden in his palm, ready to attach it. "Classmates? Is that what they said? How modest, weâre best friends, you know?"
It was a quick, practiced movement, but the moment Ace's fingers touched the fabric of Minajael's coat, the brooch gave a metallic click, the pin piercing them both somehow.
Minajael jumped, and the redhead let out a shout of surprise, his finger hurting, trying to pull the brooch off, but it was magnetically stuck to both of them, pulling them closer together.
"What theâ?!" Minajael exclaimed, losing his royal composure as a thick, purplish smoke began to emanate from where the brooch was stuck.
"Ace, you idiot, what did you do?!" Deuce screamed, lunging forward, but the flash of light blinded the group. When their vision returned to normal, they were left speechless.
On the ground, where the elegant RSA prince had been, there was now a small Bengal tiger, the size of a large cat. The animal growled, looking up and then down, its paws patting the stone ground in agitation.
Beside him, however, the animal was⊠less majestic. A small frog, skinny like a toad and reddish in color. He looked at his own little paws, then opened his mouth to squawk.
The animal jumped clumsily toward the Prefect, who recoiled, almost kicking it in fear if not for Deuce stopping them.
Minajael didn't seem confused by his new form; he looked irritated. He fixed his brownish eyes on the reddish frog, and with a spring, pounced on him. Epel tried to hold him back, almost tripping over his own shoes.
Ace kept jumping away, trying to dodge, and emitting sounds that sounded more like screams than croaks. He jumped clumsily onto his friend's legs, and the prefect yelled, "Get off! Get off!" They swatted him away, throwing him back onto the ground.
"I hope he actually eats that idiot for doing something so dumb!" Grim ran in circles, trying to grab the tiger's tail, but Minajael was too fast, ignoring everyone and focusing solely on hunting the amphibian.
After a few minutes of a humiliating chase, they managed to contain the two. Minajael was huffing, trapped inside a reinforced basket that Epel had grabbed from a nearby stall, while Ace was contained inside a glass jar.
"Now what?" Deuce asked, sweating cold. "If the headmaster finds out about this... I can't get expelled because of this idiot..."
"And again, I have to fix your messes," the prefect said, wiping the sweat from their forehead with an expression of pure frustration and anger directed straight at the glass where the frog was.
"I'm really sorry, it was an emergency," the prefect rubbed their temples, taking a deep breath to avoid picking up one of the trays and burying their friend's face in it.
Azul laughed, observing the brooch. "Don't worry, we're good friends, aren't we? It's only natural for me to lend a hand when you need it."
After returning to normal, Ace swore it was just a toy meant for pranks.
"We just wanted to test the toy! Nobody knew it would go wrong!" He had sputtered.
Azul pretended to believe him. He knew exactly that it wasn't a simple store trinket, but he had no intention of telling the prefect. If he could keep the item and still keep the group in his debt for "solving" the problem, it would be the perfect deal.
"I'm glad it didn't turn into a bigger scandal, it's good that you chose to trust me over Headmaster Crowley,â Azul sighed, closing his hand over the brooch and hiding it in his sleeve. "Imagine the disaster: an expulsion and a diplomatic incident on top of it."
The door to Azul's office closed with a metallic click, echoing through the empty hall of the Mostro Lounge.
The group stared at her apprehensively, Deuce being the first to break the silence with his voice choked by anxiety. "So?"
Grim, who was balanced on Jack's shoulder, was visibly trembling. "Did he ask for a lot? That octopus doesn't do anything for free, you know that! Damn, this is what happens when you trust Ace!"
The prefect stopped walking and sighed. "It's all resolved, I talked to Minajael before he left."
"Thank the Seven," Epel exhaled in relief.
"But what about Azul?" Jack insisted, taking a step forward, his expression serious. "Did he accept the brooch as payment? What did he ask for in exchange for solving this whole mess?"
She shrugged, starting to walk toward the exit of the establishment without giving room for more questions. "Azul has his methods, and I have mine. The matter is closed. I don't want to hear another word about what happened; it will be worse if it reaches Crowley."
"Hey, wait a minute!" Ace tried to protest. "We were just playing around! No need to be like thatâ"
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