. ˳ ⁺ ⁎ ˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚ ⁎ ⁺ ˳ .
. ˳ ⁺ ⁎ ˚ mal, she/her, 26, infp, libra ˚ ⁎ ⁺ ˳
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ takasugi shinsuke’s wife ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
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. ˳ ⁺ ⁎ ˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚ ⁎ ⁺ ˳ .
. ˳ ⁺ ⁎ ˚ mal, she/her, 26, infp, libra ˚ ⁎ ⁺ ˳
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ takasugi shinsuke’s wife ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
mainly gintama and hsr account
Crumbs!!! || Fire Lord Zuko ||
↪️and so it begins.
It started with one.
Then two.
That should have been the warning.
But no....Zuko had convinced himself he could handle two turtle ducks. Manageable. Containable. He was the Fire Lord. He had handled war, politics, Azula.
Two round, judgmental waterfowl should not have been his downfall and yet....Weeks later, the palace gardens looked…different.
Louder.
Fuller.
Quackier.
Zuko stood at the edge of the pond, very still, very quiet, staring at the water like it had personally betrayed him.
Because the water was moving.
Not gently.
Not peacefully.
No.
It was rippling with tiny shapes.
Dozens of them.
Small, round, fluffy turtle ducklings, their little shells barely formed, their soft down puffing out as they waddled and tumbled over each other in chaotic little clusters.
“…No.”
Behind him, his daughter's voice rang out.
“DADA!!!”
Zuko didn’t turn, because he already knew what his child was up to. “Izumi,” he said slowly, very slowly, like speaking too fast might make it worse.
“DADA!!! CRUMBS!”
He turned and there she was.His daughter. His pride and joy....Beaming.
Absolutely radiant with pride.
Tiny hands full....full of baby turtle ducks, carefully (not carefully) stacked in her arms like she had personally harvested them from the earth itself. Two more waddled at her feet, tripping over each other as they tried to keep up.
“Crumbs!” she repeated, delighted.
Zuko looked at her, then at the babies, then slowly, very slowly, turned his gaze back toward the pond.
There were more.
So many more.
A moving sea of them.
The original two....Bread and… the other Bread—floated nearby, entirely unbothered, watching like proud, chaotic parents as their offspring took over the Fire Nation one tiny quack at a time.
Zuko blinked, rubbed his eyes then dropped his shoulders. “…I will never be free.”
From the side, Sokka folded his arms, nodding like this was the most predictable outcome in history. “You let it happen.”
“I did not let anything happen—!”
“You gave her two breads.”
“I was trying to fix a problem!”
“You created a population.”
A small cluster of ducklings waddled straight over Zuko’s boots.
He didn’t move, didn't even react.Just stared straight ahead as one of them attempted to climb his foot like it was a mountain.
From behind, you approached softly, your presence warm and calm even in the face of absolute animal-induced chaos. Your eyes softened instantly at the sight of them, a quiet smile forming as you crouched slightly.
“…They’re very cute,” you murmured.
Zuko turned his head, very slowly. “They’re multiplying.”
“They’re babies,” you corrected gently.
“They’re an army.”
As if on cue....just to spite him.
QUACK QUACK QUACK.
A wave of tiny crumbs rushed past him.
Zuko closed his eyes briefly. “I can’t even step anywhere,” he muttered.
One of them chirped loudly at him.
He looked down.
It blinked.
He stared back.
“…Don’t.”
It chirped again then bit his boot.
From behind him, Aang laughed outright, completely unhelpful. “You’ve got a whole turtle duck dynasty now!”
“I don’t want a dynasty!”
“You’re the Fire Lord, that’s kind of your thing!”
Zuko dragged a hand down his face. "This is a nightmare! I just wanted one!"
“Too late,” Sokka said. “You’ve been outnumbered.”
Izumi, meanwhile, had carefully set her handful of “crumbs” down, immediately crouching to herd them back together with serious, focused determination.
“No run! Stay crumbs!” she instructed, as if they had any intention of listening.
They did not.
They scattered instantly.
She gasped. “DADA!!”
Zuko didn’t even hesitate.
He crouched automatically, hands out as he awkwardly tried to block off their escape routes, his movements stiff and uncertain as he attempted to corral the tiny chaos.
“Stop...don’t go that way!!! no—”
One slipped past him.
Another waddled between his hands.
A third climbed onto his sleeve.
He froze.
“…I hate this.”
You smiled softly behind your hand, stepping in beside him, gently guiding a few of the crumbs back toward Izumi with careful, patient movements.
“It’s okay,” you said quietly. “We’ll take care of them.”
Zuko looked at you, then at Izumi, then at the swarm. “…We’re going to need a bigger pond.”
Sokka snorted. “You’re going to need a bigger Fire Nation.”
Zuko didn’t even argue.Because as another wave of crumbs waddled past his feet and he knew.
This was his life now.
Zuko x Pregnant Wife Reader
The smell of paint lingered softly in the air as sunlight spilled through the open nursery windows. And in the middle of it all stood Zuko, sleeves rolled up unevenly, as he insisted on making painting this room a team activity.
“You missed a spot,” you told him from your place on the stepladder. “I did not.” he insisted.
You pointed silently toward the wall behind him. He turned, frowned at the tiny patch of white near the trim, then sighed dramatically.
“Traitor.”
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it. One hand rested instinctively against the curve of your stomach as the baby kicked lightly beneath your palm.
“The baby kicked.”
“Again?”
“Maybe if you stop yelling at the wall.”
“I was not yelling.”
You laughed, and he smiled despite himself before crossing the room toward you. Paint flecked his forearms and there was another streak across the collar of his tunic. You reached out to wipe some paint from his jaw with your thumb.
“You’re getting paint everywhere, Fire Lord.”
“Mm. Occupational hazard.” he replied.
“You’re painting one room.”
“A very important room.”
“Should have just let the painter do it”
His gaze drifted slowly around the nursery. The walls were becoming a soft yellow. The color you had chosen together after weeks of debate. A small crib sat near the far corner still waiting to be assembled, and folded blankets rested neatly nearby. Tiny clothes your friends had gifted were stacked carefully in baskets.
It still didn’t feel real sometimes but then the baby moved again. He crouched carefully in front of you, setting his paintbrush aside before placing both hands gently against your stomach.
He stayed still for a moment waiting for the kick. You watched his amber eyes widen just slightly at the feeling before something unbearably tender crossed his face. Wonder, fear and love alll at once.
Another kick followed against his palm.
“She's strong.”
“She?” you teased softly, threading your fingers through his hair,
“Yea I think its a girl”
"A little princess.” you tease.
“I’m serious. What if she inherits my temper?”
“She will inherit your heart too.”
His gaze lifted slowly to yours. He would be lying if he said he wasn't terrified of messing this up.
“Ypu know I didn’t really have…” He hesitated quietly. “A good example.”
“You’re already better than him.” you say softly. Zuko looked down for a second.
“You’re patient,” you whispered. “You listen. You care so much. This baby is going to grow up loved, Zuko.”
Before you could say anything else, he leaned forward carefully and pressed a kiss against your bump through the fabric of your robe. The baby kicked again making you burst into laughter.
“Oh, see she's responding to you?”
“I’m her favorite already.” he said smugly.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“Yes, but I’m painting her room”
“You’ve painted half a wall.” you snicker at his comment.
“And beautifully, might I add.”
You snorted and he stood again, stealing a quick kiss from your lips before reaching for the paint roller.
“Come on,” he said, nudging your hip gently. “We still have to finish before the baby gets here.”
“You say that like she's coming tomorrow.”
“With our luck? Probably.”
You smiled warmly as he moved back toward the wall, muttering under his breath about “traitorous corners” again. It felt warm seeing him happy, like sunlight through nursery windows.
An: finally taking this out the drafts
I would’ve died if I got to see him on the big screen.
zuko having one child is insane i would’ve been pregnant every damn year
#KeepPounding
i made gintama joui4 x limbus style sprites...!!!!!
uppies anyone
joui4 hc on where they live (on earth)
(homeless sugi is my favorite hc now)
also look how ginchan looks angy when he's talkin bout chibisugi lol cute
local man is tired of his loved ones leaving him behind with a smile
This is the closest i've got for a long hair Takasugi and i'll take it. ❤ I swear I'm not delulu his hair is longer.
their sad little polycule
[Id. Gintama fanart. three ink and markers drawings of the Joui4 at the beach. Takasugi floating in the sea hanging in a yakult floaty, his hands in the water. Gintoki, wearing a pink kid's swimming suit, floating on the sea in his doughnut floaty, drinking strawberry milk. A very serious Zura burying Sakamoto (laughing like a maniac) in the sand. end id]
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More long haired Takasugi 😈 (For @sebfreak :D)
ill draw joy 4 next time ~
A sneak peak into somethin I started workin on...cuz I'm still so mad that we couldn't see Zura grieve like Gintoki & Takasugi