#limerence au

[asteriasfallingstarsandtears]

Doing some glam work, this is my new Dancer glam. In one of my AU's my WoL, actually raised by her family, was a dancer before joining the Scions. During the five year period in which Louisoix sent away all the Warriors she had a meeting with Hydaelyn who gifted her her old tathlums.

[mystic-kitten-writer]

Limerence au where Zuko is already married to Mai, so Yue is a Royal Concubine instead of Consort?

The spice 🍵

An idea I toyed with a while back, and let me tell you. One, I feel sorry for making Mai a bitch, but damn does it makes for some good fucking drama.

The wife versus the mistress - and we all know who Zuko would pick in a heartbeat. Enjoy my small drabble because I couldn't resist~

AU: Limerence (Royal Concubine AU)

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang) & Zuko x Mai

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A dance.

Looking over her shoulder with a mischievous smile, her cheeks were as pink as the flowers that blossomed. His steps followed suit just a few feet away, unable to hide his hungry gaze.

She was a flower in his eyes. A poisonous flower that was slowly but surely killing every resolve he had. Twisting her body behind another bush, her red dress swaying in the warm breeze.

Her sweet scent carried effortlessly, and he had to groan because everything about her was addictive. Seeing the gold that decorated her slender fingers as her hand hovered over the greenery. Disappearing behind another sharp corner.

Like a cookie trial, her giggles beckoned him, and he didn't realize that he was running. An eagerness, a need, anyone who watched saw a man desperate to indulge.

Turning the corner sharply, coming face to face with her soft expression. Her doe-like eyes staring up at him as she bit her lip. An innocent appearance, so small compared to him. She fit in his arms like two puzzle pieces coming together.

But that warmth spread throughout his body, not from the warm weather but from just laying his eyes over her. He was in trouble.

So much trouble.

Because he, the Fire Lord, ruler of this Nation was falling in love. Not with his wife but her.

His royal concubine: Ying Yue Jiang.

"Fire Lord Zuko~" she hummed, bowing from her hip as tiny hairs tumbled from her bun.

The golden ornaments and gems were gleaming under the sun and matching Yue's elegant dress. Off the shoulder sleeves, teasing that soft and silky skin of hers. Yue's long earnings grazed her shoulders from her greeting, yet another present from him. She always managed to wear all the lavish gifts he had bought her, but they both knew it was only for show.

The way her eyes always lit up when he came into view. Her whole posture straightened, a smile emerging. Both of them were lost in a sea of emotions that made them feel heated. That was the real gift for her and him - just seeing each other.

Not realizing he was already reaching forward, cupping Yue's cheeks as he pulled her near. He needed her close, to feel her skin against his. To see and breathe and know every single thing about her.

"I told you to refer to me as Zuko when we're alone."

"But they're watching," Yue whispered, shyly looking downwards, and he frowned.

The guards were all acting ignorant, keeping their mouths shut. They could always be trusted, turning the other cheek whenever it came to them. But he knew the same could not be said for those people, knowing exactly who she was referring to.

The ladies-in-waiting, his dear wife's eyes and ears.

Leave, let her go. He spent far too much time with Yue already. Gave her too much power. Her only use, purpose, was his pleasure.

Yet here he was.

Giving her complete control of not just a section of the imperial garden but the whole damn thing. Sitting on his lap while he worked for hours, spending whatever time he had to spare with her and waking far too many mornings in the comfort of her bed.

The cherry on top? He was bringing her into political meetings. Letting her have a say, give her opinion.

It was unheard of, wrong, for a mere concubine to hold such power and influence. Sure, she may be the highest of concubines, but at the end of the day, she was merely a pretty puppet for the Fire Lord, to him.

Yet, he couldn't view Yue that way. She was different. All her decisions, inputs, had caused the kingdom to brighten. The people appreciated her company and kept her safe.

Mai may have been his wife, but everyone knew who the real Queen was.

With an eagerness, he leaned, capturing her pouty lips with his, and he could feel her melt. The soft sighs of bliss, her hands were falling over his chest as he naturally pressed her body up a tree.

His hands caught her, intertwining as the softness turned in desperation. It was like she knew what he wanted to say—wishing to say the same thing back.

He couldn't care less that those women were going to deliver the news to Mai about his unscheduled time with his concubine - yet again. As long as he had Yue in his arms, he could push the lectures, the dread that would arise when he went back to his office for a moment.

"Zuko-" Yue gasped, unable to keep her eyes open as she squeezed his hands tightly. That small moan that left her lips as she trembled under his figure, and he drank up every whimper.

"Have dinner with me. I'll stay the night."

"A-again?" She moaned, the kisses moving downwards, peppering her neck.

He could feel her pulse rise, her knees buckling as he couldn't fight back the temptation to bite. A need to claim, to declare that this was the women he longed for day and night-

"Concubine Ying Yue." A voice hissed, and he could feel her body still under him.

He pulled away, unable to unsee the look of fear that washed over her. Yue's skin was pale, a cold sweat building as she scrambled to stand straight. With stumbling steps, she dashed around his figure, bowing lowly and not raising her head.

The grip he took satisfaction ripped from him in seconds.

Yue scrambled to speak, to give a formal greeting. She looked frazzled, the neckline of her dress far too low, giving away what was about to unfold. As her swollen lips parted to speak with that honey voice of her, a harsh tone cut her off.

"Why have a tongue at all if you can't use it to speak? Ah, I guess it is fitting for a concubine. It is only used for pleasure after all."

His eyes narrowed, and his glare was met with the same intensity.

A cold beauty, that was Mai, his wife.

Tall, fit, a leader and ruling with an iron fist. Checking all the standard boxes for a perfect wife for a Fire Lord. But the atmosphere between them was less than ideal, her tongue far too sharp like her knives.

The tranquillity, the love in the air, changed in a snap. The gentle breeze felt like a whip against one's skin, the flowers cowering.

With an upturned nose, Mai ordered, "Leave. Your presence is not wanted or needed."

"Stay." He refuted, and he saw the flash of anger over Mai's face.

It was insulting for the Fire Lord to overturn their partners' orders. An assertion of dominance that was uncalled for. A figurative backhand, especially within this context.

Yue's golden eyes looked terrified, unsure whether to leave or stay. Within a snap, the whole situation turned into something dangerous.

Despite not seeing Mai's hands from under her draped sleeves, he already knew her clasped hands were a death grip. Mai's eyes held a fire; her lips pressed tight as she spoke with forced calmness.

"You've been spending a lot of time with this concubine. Bleeding into your private and work business."

"That is for me to oversee."

"The court is starting to gossip."

"Let them."

"Zuko." Mai hissed, and he quickly corrected her words, "Fire Lord Zuko."

It was then the mask fell—Mai’s steps haunting as she stared at Ying Yue and him with a look that could kill.

"Have as much fun as you want, Fire Lord Zuko. But if you think this concubine could ever take my position, be Queen, think again. For I refuse to be demoted by a peasant."

"She's a royal concubine-"

"She's a whore with some measly title," Mai interjected, and he saw the look of grief flash over Yue's eyes.

Her head hung low, shoulders limp. He felt his heart squeeze, wanting to comfort her because Mai was right. Yue was supposed to be a toy, like all the other ones people had brought him. Look pretty, amuse him, pleasure him. But why couldn't he let her go?

Mai's voice pierced the air once again.

"The people may love her, but those are not the people you must win over; it is the counsel. I was raised for this position; she was raised to be nothing. Don't mix your pleasure with duty."

He felt his hands ball, clenching his jaw because that was always what it came down to. Why he swallowed back those words every single night when he laughed, made love to her and held Yue to sleep.

All he wanted to do was say those three words once in his life and mean it. And now that he has found someone that has captured his heart and soul, someone who can confidently say it to, he can't.

Forced to scream in his mind, I love you.

Copyright © 2021 Mystic-Kitten-Writer, inc. all rights reserved. No reposting, modifying, or translations of any kind are allowed. Thank you for your cooperation.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Avatar characters besides any original characters I have created.

Cross-posted on Ao3/Tumblr/Quotev/Wattpad to discourage plagiarism.

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The morning of his pet’s birthday, Izaya woke up before Kurashi and read some book on his Kindle as he awaited the time when the other wakes up too. The present was already prepared, lying safely in the nightstand drawer next to him. It was a dark blue box inside of which there was a red collar, the name ‘Kurashi’ written on it in white letters in the front, ‘belongs to Orihara Izaya’ on its back. The box also contained a leash with a chain which went with the collar really nicely. Was that a good birthday present? Izaya didn’t know but he still wanted Kurashi to have it. 

Once when his pet woke up next to him and yawned sleepily, Izaya put the Kindle on the nightstand and showed the other one of his rare, genuine smiles. “Good morning, my birthday kitten~.” He opened the nightstand drawer and took out the box, giving it to Kurashi alongside with a small but very gently peck on his lips.

“After you unpack your present... How about you choose how you want to be fucked today? You can choose a-ny-thing,” he whispered as he moved his lips close to Kurashi’s ear, his voice seductive on purpose, inviting Kurashi to speak out his dirty desires. 

[mystic-kitten-writer]

Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for writing Limerence, it’s an amazing story and I love all the extra drabbles and things! Also if you have time could you do another drabble with the vampire Zuko au, maybe some smut?

AU: Limerence (Vampire AU)

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

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It was always a curiosity of mine—an itching piece of knowledge I just had to know, especially now.

The concept of vampires, blood-lusting creatures, was already a mystical idea that only existed in horror films. Evil, underworldly creatures of the night that you should always fear and keep a clove of garlic in hand. But that panic quickly turned into curiosity.

A curiosity that Zuko has told me many times would get me killed.

But that’s why I had him by my side, right? Catching me after every stumble, giving scary looks to anyone that seemed a bit odd. It appears that Zuko’s fondness towards me had gathered quite the attention from the vampire community. From seeing and knowing zero vampires to a few dozen.

Some came seeking, curious souls like me. Wanting to know how I managed to get their Vampire King under wraps. In contrast, some came to me for some more sinister reasons.

Either way, it didn’t change the way I felt for Zuko. Nor the question I had in mind as I stared while he ate like some creep. His teeth were so pearly white; they could blind. But those four long fangs of his-

Sharp to the touch, glimmering under the candlelight dinner.

I knew how they felt against my skin. His kisses over my neck, my shoulders, but he never did bite me. Whenever he found himself become cruder, gentle caresses turning into eager nibbles where his fangs would press to the point you would think he would pierce the skin, he always backed away. And I always bit my tongue to stop myself from begging, to experience that roughness that always just skimmed the surface.

It was as if he was fearful of breaking the skin- taste my blood.

A part of me was intrigued to know how it would feel to have him bite my skin. Was it as orgasmic or painful as the movies portray? And from that lead to another question to another and another. My mind buzzed like a bee, and Zuko mused to himself.

Picking at my pasta, watching him absentmindedly-

“Love?” Zuko spoke, and I jumped despite his gentle tone, fork dropping. It rattled against the plate as I cheekily apologized, and Zuko snickered, “If only I could read minds, the things I would learn.”

My blush deepened because that would be terrible. He didn’t need to know the ideas I had about him. While most of them were harmless, I couldn’t stop that bubble of lustful intentions that would randomly come to mind at the worst of times.

Like now.

“I-it’s nothing important.”

“Mm, I’m not too sure, love. You seem pretty preoccupied, so tell me.”

“No.” I huffed, poking at my pasta with a pout.

I wouldn’t dare say it to Zuko because it really was so stupid. As if this was some cliche movie with a low budget. I chewed on the pasta and swallowed, my fingers toying with the red wine Zuko had brought when he came over.

But Zuko sported a giant grin the whole time. He was watching me flush and struggle to take a sip from my glass. Get it together, Yue! Taking much too big of a gulp from the dark-coloured wine that I already knew was far too expensive.

Yet the longer his golden eyes stared, the more flustered I got because Zuko’s eyes were piercing. Staring straight through to my soul, but they were so gorgeous. I didn’t know if it was because he was a vampire, but it always left me breathless. His eyes were like molten gold, pulling, drawing me deeper.

Paired with his smile, his husky voice-

“Let’s make a deal, love.” Zuko purred, and I raised a brow, curiosity once again getting the best of me.

“What kind of deal?” I invited, and Zuko’s grin grew because he knew exactly what to say to pull me into his trap.

I’m an idiot. A fact I always knew but gosh, did my level of stupidity seem to grow whenever it came to me wanting to know something. Dad always told me I should’ve been an investigator. Well, that was until he took back his words because I'll most likely get myself into a world of trouble - and he wasn’t exactly wrong.

Zuko leaned back on his chair, spreading his legs wide as his arms crossed in front of his chest, “You tell me what’s on your mind.”

“And?”

“I’ll answer truthfully.”

“And what makes you think it’s even about you?” I poked, and Zuko shook his head, that cocky expression on his face, “Because I saw the way you were staring at my lips.”

"Well, that doesn't seem like much of a deal to me." I huffed, trying to seem indifferent.

Zuko laughed.

His large hands fell over his knees, slowly rising from his chair with a dominant crawl. The fork I held to my lips began to drop, unable to take a bite because Zuko had this air of power around him. Effortless, taking easy-going steps with a handsome smirk, his eyes planning.

"You're right, love." Zuko hummed, his fingers dragging along the edge of my dining table, before finally stopping beside me. Once again, he bore those sharp fangs, not afraid of me seeing and retracting to seem 'normal' like he often did with others.

But it was embarrassing how attracted I was to those damn fangs. My lips parting, gawking, twisting myself in my chair so my knees could face him. If only I could know-

Zuko's face leaned towards mine, his breath mixed with the wine fanning my face.

"It may not seem like much of a deal to many. But to you, my curious human, it is worth a bag of gold and more. So let's skip the games, love, and tell me. What's on your mind?"

I found myself frozen.

Zuko's words were hitting me full force because he was right, and I hated it with a burning passion. My breath caught in my throat as my hands flopped over my lap. I was clasping onto the fabric of my skirt with a death grip.

"I can hear your heartbeat. It's racing." Zuko snickered; his eyes were not wavering from mine.

My shyness intensified tenfold, but- this is my chance. Probably my only chance. I could easily blame it on the glass of wine I had. Say it was my drunken mind, get the answer to my foolish question.

"Ask, love." Zuko edged.

With a nibble, I tried to push the reality of such a plan away.

He's not that stupid to fall for such a lie. I wouldn't get drunk over half a glass of wine, but it didn't matter. At this moment, I had fooled myself into believing it or else I couldn't ask what I always wanted to know.

"I’m waiting,” he whispered, like the call of a siren.

He was encouraging my need to know, spotting the cracks of my resolve. A second more, another plea, letting his tongue run over the sharp tip of his fangs as he loomed above-

"Does the blood of a virgin taste better than other...types?"

It took me a moment to realize that the blurted question, rushed in speech, came from me. My cheeks heating, a wash of shame flooding the room as the closeness of our faces let me see Zuko’s reaction in its purest form.

For a split second, his pretty eyes widened. Undoubtedly taken aback from the question, but before I could slap myself silly, I froze. As quick as he was to be shocked, I watched how his expression fell. As if...as if he was-

Letting out a light laugh, Zuko shook his head. His eyes fell downwards as his shoulders shook with the utmost amusement before letting his gaze rest over me again.

“What an interesting question, love,” he purred. His large hand running up my leg, toying with the edge of my skirt, fingers warming the skin of my thighs, “I think the better question is why ask? Is there something you wish to share with me?”

I swallowed.

We had only known each other for a few weeks. Our relationship, fresh. It was like those cliche love movies, love at first sight. We had an emotional connection, seemingly understanding without uttering a word. But that didn’t mean we didn’t have physical chemistry.

But I stared at Zuko with a lost gaze; it finally hit me.

I never told him I was the poster child of innocence. Zuko was the second guy I had ever kissed, and the first guy I had ever made out with. And naturally, I had to pick a vampire, of all people, to experience the rest of my firsts. Those long fangs, highlighting and glistening under the light-

“I thought I was the one asking questions?” I tried to argue, putting on a brave face as Zuko glowed.

A sly, devilish grin that had me holding my breath because it was so wrong. How a single look had me melting, my resolve wavering as his fingers continued to crawl up my thigh. Finally, I took a deep breath, sounding like a meek whine, and Zuko’s eyes darkened.

“Fine. The blood of a virgin isn’t what tempts a vampire. Some silly rumour spread by brothels back in the day to get women to work. But that isn’t what you want to know.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“There isn’t a damn thing you want to know as much as you want to experience. I can fucking smell it.”

It was then I realized how tightly my thighs clenched each other. My cheeks were blushing, trying to strip my gaze away because I was exposed. Worse than Zuko reading my thoughts - he could smell me.

How did I forget? Let such a common-sense fact slip from my mind all this time. Vampires had heightened scenes, especially smell and taste. A slickness was starting to seep, fidgeting in my chair because the look on Zuko’s face was one I had never seen before.

He looked hungry.

Both of his hands firmly pressed on my thighs, parting my legs as his nose brushed against mine, “Did you know our top fangs and bottom fangs serve different purposes, love?”

I couldn’t speak- shaking my head, unable to pull from his touch. It was intimidating how his chest rose and fell, the muscles in his arms tensing.

“The tops are the painful ones. We use it to drain our food dry. A cruel fate, because unlike what people think, there is no numbing agent.”

He flashed me a menacing smile.

I could see his fangs in all their glory; not even the sharpest knife or sword could compare. It was like a game to him. Placing a much too modest kiss over my nose all while he moaned with growing wickedness.

Perfectly gripping the thickness of my thighs. The pads of Zuko’s digits digging into my skin, his chaste kisses moving downward. Falling over my cupid’s bow, I whimpered as I shivered in my chair.

Overwhelmed yet not satisfied. Feeling the sting from his unforgiving clutch below while his kisses were too tame.

“Zuko-” I whimpered, unsure of what I was asking for, and he snickered, “Be a good lil’ human and listen.”

I moaned.

Never have I heard him demand to assert his dominance in such a way. I was thankful that I was already sitting because I would’ve swooned. Nodding eagerly, wanting to seek his approval, Zuko smiled graciously.

His hands were sliding further up my thighs, now perfectly hidden under my skirt, “Good girl. Now tell me, what fangs do I have to explain next, hmm?”

“Y-your bottom fangs.” I panted.

He was letting his tongue run along them to affirm my statement. A part of me glowed in happiness, to make him satisfied, to answer correctly.

“That’s right, love. And these fangs are special.”

“Why?” I gasped, my feet pressing onto the hardwood under us so my toes turned white.

With his touch, getting closer to my core, I felt myself dripping on the wooden chairs we sat on. Spoiled with my dirtiness and the embarrassment of knowing Zuko could smell it-

“Guess, love.”

I huffed because Zuko slyly slid down on his knees before my own; his large hands spread my legs with one push. My skirt rolled up my body and sat along my hips, and I couldn’t stop the shy protest.

I was exposed, Zuko licking his lips as he stared at my soiled panties like it was desert, “Zuko-”

“Guess.”

“I-I don’t know,” I cried.

I was trembling in my spot because I didn’t know what was going to happen next. Everything was happening so fast, willingly weak and submitting, as my thighs tried to close. But Zuko's effortless grip kept them from doing so.

His hold, overpowering despite not even trying, “You’re so wet, love; I can practically taste you in the air.”

My blush deepened, whimpering as he had no shame in staring. The fabric was sticking to my slit, outlining everything I had to offer. My hands were clutching the base of my chair, knuckles white as I fought to breathe.

“P-please tell me,” I whispered, and Zuko slowly leaned towards my knee.

His lips caressed the skin, a jolt running up my whole body. A mess, soft kisses, but he deliberately let me feel the drag of his fangs after each pull.

“We use them for mating.”

“Mating?” I repeated, and Zuko paused for a moment, nodding, “The person who we choose to spend the rest of our lives with. A bite of both our bottom and tops and it is a rather pleasurable experience.”

My brows pinched together because it didn’t make any sense. Hitching a breath as I felt his kisses just barely move up my thigh all while I tried to think-

“B-but you said that it hurts.” I rushed. My eyes shut as his fingers dug into my skin. Somehow spreading my legs further, luring me closer to his face.

If only I could pinch myself. It was shameful how proud I was in drawing a simple reaction because it meant I did something good. Since when was I so eager to please him?

“You’re right, my sweet human. But you see, what makes our bottom teeth so special is it releases an aphrodisiac.”

My eyes widen—an aphrodisiac.

I knew what that meant all too well, especially with it being peak season for valentines day. Customers were asking for orders of chocolate, strawberries, pomegranate and even figs. Setting the mood for us to cave in to our primal desires - sex.

“If we bite with both our teeth, suck each other’s blood, it leaves a mating mark. But-”

I gulped, not realizing how far his kisses had reached.

His face was right between my legs, causing goosebumps to rise because of the sensation of his heavy breath directing on my drenched panties. I bit my lip; it was embarrassing to see myself unintentionally buck. Zuko was laughing at my vulnerability.

“Some vampires like playing with their food. They give a quick bite to their humans with their bottoms, just enough to inject a small dose,” he spoke.

That cruel smile he wore. His tongue was purposely dragging along his bottom fangs as if teasing.

“But here’s the real treat,” Zuko growled, and this time, he let his hand wander right beside my heat.

“I’ve smelt how wet you get whenever you think I’m about to bite. How your heart races. You don’t care if it were to hurt because I found myself the naughtiness of humans. A lover of pain and I can’t help but wonder what would happen if I bit you with both sets.”

“Zuko-”

“Just thinking about it gets me hard. I want to taste you; I want to see you a mess, lose your mind to pleasure. So tell me, love. Do you willingly submit to me? Let me take everything, do everything, and bite you.”

"Yes."

My head tossed back, arching as my hands fell over his hair.

My fingers were tangled with his locks, unable to stop the moans as my eyes closed shut for the overwhelming pleasure. It felt so good, trembling as Zuko’s beautiful fangs finally pierced my skin.

A sharp pain that turned into sweet torture. Feeling drips of rouge down his chin as he let satisfied groans. Swallowing and licking at the wound like it was the most exquisite taste he had ever experienced.

I was panting.

Every sense heightened as a flush washed over my skin. Sweating and unable to keep my eyes focused. Everything felt good, the hand that rested right beside my covered cunt now throbbing. Silently begging to be touched.

“Zuko, i-it feels- I’m so hot,” I whined, tears bubbling as he let his tongue run along the wound.

The low groan he breathed, “I’ll treat you so well, make you my mate.”

My hands fell over my mouth, squealing.

His hand bunched my panties upwards. The fabric tightened, slipping between my folds, and Zuko’s face quickly lapped at my juices. His tongue fat, teasing my clit over the thin barrier before prodding at my entrance.

I was clenching around nothing, humping his face as tears of utter ecstasy poured. My stomach felt so tense, my thighs shaking as I twitched uncontrollably.

“Z-Zuko-”

“That’s it. Be a good fucking human, mate, and cum for me.”

My eyes widened because I obeyed.

Convulsing, moaning, my vision turning white as I gushed. I couldn’t stop, not realizing that the screams, chanting of his name were coming from me. The whole time Zuko was humming like he was on cloud nine.

I never came as fast as I did whenever I touched myself, his lapping never stopping. Hearing him slurp as my cum dribbled out my twitching cunt. Pulling the fabric tighter, another wave already building before I could even process the first.

“We’re going to have a fantastic night, love," Zuko cooed. Baring his fangs, his eyes searching for a new spot to feast upon, "I hope you don’t mind if I stay the night.”

Copyright © 2020 Mystic-Kitten-Writer, inc. all rights reserved. No reposting, modifying, or translations of any kind are allowed. Thank you for your cooperation.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Avatar characters besides any original characters I have created.

Cross-posted on Ao3/Tumblr/Quotev/Wattpad to discourage plagiarism.

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Imagine a 1950s AU- where Yue is a singer downtown in a bar and Zuko is this rich man, and she's just singing and zuko's in love at first site ugh I cant 😍😍😍

You anon, have captured my soul with this damn AU. I even made a short part 2 of Zuko dropping Yue at the house and it gets all steamy and I can't even asdkjsakdjskadj

This has consumed my mind for far too long and I would post it tmw but I can't contain the feelings.

I hope you like it, love~!

AU: Limerence, 1950's AU

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

LINKS: 01

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The laughing, alcohol pouring into people’s glasses like an endless waterfall, adding noise to the already rambunctious crowd. Massive smiles painted everyone’s faces as puffs of polluted air filled the bar. And like the sore thumb I was, I merely let out a dry sigh, letting my tumbler rest over my lips.

The wicked burn, my eyes shut for a moment, because while I wasn’t planning on spending my Friday evening at a bar, it was still an excellent way to unwind after a stressful week.

“Enjoying yourself?” Aang perked, elbowing my arm as he drank his ice-cold water. The ice was still whole, and only now did beads of condensation begin to drip over the coaster at our table. He smiled brightly, wiggling his eyebrows as he beamed.

You wouldn’t think Aang would like heading to bars, Sokka being more like the type. But ironically enough, Aang knew the best bars in town. His carefree, energetic attitude, knowing the city like the back of his hand, with an eye for great music and drinks. Even I had to give him credit, raising my glass to him with a grin, “Not bad.”

“You’re so hard to please.” Aang groused, and I chuckled under my breath, taking a quick drag from the cigar. I leaned back into our chair, watching as my cloud slipped past my lips like a veil—the deep flavours of oak, with a touch of cedar shining light.

“Stressful day at work?” Aang pondered as he watched me steal one more drag, nodding.

“How did you know?”

“You’re smoking, and those aren't cheap cigars.”

“It’s fine; we sealed the deal.”

“But you’re already looking for the next.” Aang voiced a slight disappointment in his tone.

Overworked, exhausted, it was easier to keep my mind busy than to settle. What else did I have to lose? A bachelor, high profile job, yet there was unhappiness in me that I couldn’t quite explain.

But Aang was sharp, in tune, too reflective for my liking because if there was one thing I didn't like to do, it was alone with my thoughts. I enjoyed a challenge, but that was one I wouldn't attempt.

My hand sloped, letting the ash spill into the tray underneath, a strange fascination with how the cigar slowly burnt—a vibrant red line along the seam.

"The next performer is up," Aang commented, tilting his half-empty glass towards the stage. A small, wooden platform with a grand piano behind.

The older gentleman was cracking his fingers, adjusting his glasses as he ghosted the keys. He was rehearsing for whoever was going to come, wanting a perfect performance.

I shrugged and smoked, "I never did care for these acts."

"I think you'll like this one."

"And why is that?" I perked, laying a suspicious eye over Aang.

He was too happy.

Had been this whole time, and the more I thought, the more I realized how his eyes darted to the stage. Waiting eagerly for something and that something had me growing weary by the second.

"I don't like that smile on your face, Aang."

"Katara loves it."

"If you haven't noticed, I'm not her."

Aang laughed, tilting into his chair towards me. A softness in his eyes as he had a pure soul; I’d always given him that.

I sighed, letting myself lean into my own. The cigar burned out on the holder as I stole a large sip of my drink. Something tells me I'm going to need it.

"You remember me talking about Ying Yue-"

I groaned, "Not this again."

"Come on, Zuko! Give her a chance; she’s exactly what you need."

"What I need is to wake up early tomorrow and get ready for Monday."

"It's Friday! What you need to do is take a break." Aang puffed.

Another angry sip, wanting the conversation to drop. Everyone is constantly nagging me to relax, stop being so stubborn. Learn to breathe.

I'm alive, aren't I? Clearly, I'm breathing well enough.

"Zuko, please," Aang fussed, and I saw the look on his face.

Those stupid puppy dog eyes. A childish pout as I scowled, signalling him to go on or else I'd have to deal with it for the rest of my evening.

"If you want to live your life chasing business, I have no right to judge. I know you're career-focused, but I see the way you look at Katara and me, Suki and Sokka. You think you're like Toph, but you're not. You want a companion, and you need to open up and admit it."

I stripped my gaze away, clicking my tongue because, of course, fucking Aang was right. Knowing me better than me, I might as well marry him.

How much I hate introspecting-

The grip over my tumbler loosened, raising my hand with a tilt as I let the glass rest at the edge of the table. A glass to empty for my liking.

The server spotted my gesture, rushing with a perfectly balanced tray in her hand. A quick swipe, replacing the empty glass with a new one, before moving along with a small curt.

"Well?" Aang asked, and I mumbled while taking a sip, "I'm still here, aren't I?"

The smile on Aang's face as if I had given him a few thousand. I rolled my eyes, a silly thing to get excited about.

It was going to be like every other lousy blind date they've set me up with. At least this time, I get to see her first, and I have a chance to run. Although this was Aang's first try, the others attempts were fruitless.

Just maybe, Aang would be the winner...I highly doubt it.

"She's what you need."

"And what is that exactly?" I tutted, my fingers toying with the bottom of the heavy glass.

The lights around us began to dim, voices turning into mere mummers in a flash. Static noise as one of the sound crew started to fiddle with the microphone, an annoyance to my ears. But I kept my look over Aang, more preoccupied with the conversation at hand.

"What you see is what you get with Ying Yue."

My nose scrunched at Aang's answer, confused, not fully understanding what he meant by such a statement. Is he trying to say I'm too simple-minded?

"The main act for tonight's show is running a song too late. But don't fret; we have our amazing, up-and-coming vocalist to kick off our night with a sweet tune, a tune for all you love birds out there." A man's voice boomed, excessively perky, and I would've rolled my eyes if I wasn't already at Aang.

"The sweetest treat you'll ever eat, and don't try because we got security, introducing our fan-favourite, Ying Yue!"

A part of me was surprised to hear the crowd roar in excitement. Cutting my train of thought as I stared at the group of people beside our table whistling.

I could feel my head throb with a headache. Someone was fiddling with a microphone once again, testing piano notes echoing.

"What makes you think I need someone like that?" I fought back, and Aang, patient Aang, crossed his arms after pointing at the stage, "She's about to start, Zuko! Look!"

Oh, screw this-

I adjusted myself in my chair, leaning back with a groan as I grabbed my drink. Raising it towards me, the rim of the chill tumbler resting against my lips as I sought after a taste.

Sweet, the air itself felt sweet.

Like a warm embrace falling over your shoulders, butterflies in your stomach, my hand dropped, unable to stop my head from jerking upward because it was like a spell.

A trail of candies, that was her voice, beckoning your attention—a mixture of contradiction: powerful yet delicate, fluffy with that touch of melancholy.

A love song.

"But I can't help falling in love with you~."

I didn't hear the sound of my drink hitting the wooden table in front of me. Too busy appreciating her, Ying Yue.

Absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Soft black curls cascading down her back, the red dress she wore was seductive. Off the shoulder, cinched at the waist, and it just cut off at the knees. But as her cherry-coloured lips moved, a beautiful smile dancing along her lips, she carried this breath of innocence.

Her golden eyes, smiling with every word, twirling the microphone cord in her hands as she moved around the stage. People could not strip their eyes away from her, their voices singing along to her celestial voice.

It was like they came for her, only her.

Not only to hear her sing but to appreciate.

The pianist behind had a giant smile on his face, the wrinkles showing his age, but he didn’t seem to care. He watched her perform, a second-wind washing over the older gentleman. And for a quick second, she looked over at him with a thankful look before casting a dream over the audience with those honeyed words.

Unexpected confidence, humming as she twirled on her heel. Unable to stop her adorable giggles from spilling when a guest blew her a kiss. Her gestures were so dainty, natural.

What you see is what you get.

Shaking my head with a slight grin, unable to strip my gaze away for a second. The star of the show, pulling you in. Her voice was clear from all the noise besides the piano playing because her voice alone was enough to convey her emotions. Everything else was just merely an accessory to someone already so perfect.

Beautiful.

"What do you think?" Aang spoke from beside me, and it was then a feeling of dread washed over me.

Just as quick as she stepped on stage, the music drifted, coming to close as her voice finally fluttered to an end. A male rushed from behind, fumbling with his tie as he bore a sheepish smile.

Resting his hand over her shoulder, an appreciative nod, and Ying Yue smiled back with such radiance.

"Thank you for listening to me tonight; it was a treat." She spoke.

I bit back a groan. A voice so peaceful, my shoulders dropping. Despite the passion in the crowd, they promptly paused to hear her speak. Everything she did was hypnotizing.

A round of applause and people throwing compliments and wolf whistles. The man behind her began to speak, but his words flew over my head, much more interested in seeing her figure dotting away from behind the curtain.

"Zuko?"

My eyes widened, turning to Aang with a swallow, "Sorry, what did you ask?"

Aang laughed, shaking his head with a beaming smile, "What you think about her, but I got my answer already."

I frowned, sheepishly stealing a drink in between, "She was okay."

Aang shrugged at my answer, "You know...out of all my years of knowing you, I'd never seen you put down your glass without taking a sip."

He was right.

I floundered over my thoughts, trying to find an excuse. A reason for my out-of-character personality, but I couldn't. I was caught red-handed, overwhelmed with limerence.

With a loud thud, my glass fell back over the table, leaning back into my chair, "What's the catch."

"What do you mean?" Aang asked, and I ticked.

"Is she spoiled? Want money? Wants to be arm candy for me?" I poked because that was what it always came down to.

Every person I gave a chance, a glimmer of hope, was always returned with a show of their true colours. A pain and disappointment I refuse to experience.

But Aang smiled, shaking his head, "What you see is what you get. And if you don't believe me, see for yourself."

"What-"

In a flash, Aang stood, raising his glass of water in the air, a gummy smile, and my eyes drifted. This cunning bastard-

My fingers were toying with the tumbler, holding my breath for a second because she was somehow more gorgeous up close.

Her smile widened and reached her eyes as she shyly waved Aang's comment away, "Another perfect performance."

Her hair bounced with her steps, heels clicking that only highlighted her legs, hips swaying sinfully. Finally, she spoke, "Thank you for coming; I was so nervous."

Fuck her voice. It was like she was singing a song, for your ears only, uniquely created for you.

Aang shook his head, and silently I pushed my chair behind, beginning to stand. Basic manners disappeared for a moment, gawking so much I didn't even bother to stand and greet.

My hands fell into the pockets of my dress pants, tugging at the faint wrinkles that began to embed. I watched as Aang outstretched his arms and pulled Ying Yue into a tight embrace.

As she happily accepted his tender affections, her eyes shifted in my direction, and I swear, I saw a tinge of pink paint her cheeks. I hid my expression; did I imagine it?

They separated, Aang's hand drifting to her lower back, guiding her gaze to me.

I couldn't stop the smile on my face as I peered downwards. Her eyes were round as can be, and the blush that coated her cheeks turned from pink to red.

I could feel my heart ease because Aang was right. She was seemingly everything I needed and more, without even knowing it till now. Her expression gave away her thoughts and feelings, peering towards me while nibbling on her lips. Putting her entire being on her sleeves.

There was no guessing with her.

A sudden wave of cockiness, a sly grin on my face as I leaned towards her slightly.

"Aang didn't tell me he was bringing a friend." She stuttered, her eyes drifting from my face down my torso. Her gaze was lingering on the open buttons of my dress shirt where I had taken off my tie, a ruffled business look after a long day.

Just as quickly, she looked back at me, her stunning gold eyes studying my face with a shyness I'd yet to see on anyone else. This was the same lady singing on stage with a voice that held everyone in a trance, now a blushing mess, and I haven't spoken a word.

"Zuko, it's a pleasure to meet you, and spectacular performance. I'm lucky to have seen it." I hummed.

Her blush intensified, brushing a random strand of hair behind her ear as she stared with an adorable daze.

"This is the guy I was telling you about."

"Hopefully nice things," I added, and Ying Yue giggled, nodding, "He said you're rough along the edges but have a great heart."

"What a wonderful way to introduce me." I sarcastically spoke with a glare to Aang, but Ying Yue's voice drew my attention back.

"I'm Ying Yue, by the way- although you probably know that because, um-" she stumbled in her words, and I chuckled.

I honestly couldn't care less about the man singing up on stage right now. While his voice carried throughout the bar, I was far more mystified by hers. Even the way she stammered was charming, and I smiled.

"It's nice to hear you introduce yourself rather than the MC."

"I always find it awkward, all the eyes and attention, it's overwhelming."

I perked, "You didn't seem shy on stage."

She pouted, "It seems to kick in the moment I get off it."

I laughed, watching how she sighed at herself, and Aang patted her back, "I think it's your charm."

"Then you can have it." She playful retorted, both of them laughing freely.

Her giggles, laughter, tunes of their own. Unable to stop myself from staring at her comfortable expression. I need to hear her laugh once again, to smile.

But I couldn't help but notice that even as she spoke to Aang, her eyes always wandered back to me. Pulling her gaze whenever our eyes met as if I caught her red-handed. It was like her eyes were wanting, seeking. But for what?

"Would you like to sit, have a drink?" I asked, nudging my head at the table, and she looked surprised, "You're not going to work?"

"What makes you think that?"

"Because you're dressed so nicely, and you look handso- professional, I thought you were going to leave me- us." Ying Yue spoke, but I caught her slip-ups.

I fought the temptation to tease because the flustered look on her face was already so pleasing. Despite the dim light, I could still make out her delicate features. Soft, nose buttoned, eyelashes long-

"I just finished work, and Aang told me he knew just the treat for a Friday night."

Ying Yue tried desperately to seem indifferent, but her body language gave it all the way. The way she lit up the moment I said I was not leaving, hands clasped together, a silent clap.

She actually seemed to want my company. The feeling of being wanted, adored, was the strangest yet most satisfying feeling in the world.

"If you want a treat, there's a diner around the corner. The smoothies and fudge cakes always hit the spot." She excitedly spoke, almost standing on her tippy toes.

"Really? I've never been."

"It's amazing! A lot of teens go after school, but around this hour, it tends to be a date spot."

"You two should go." Aang perked from behind, and I saw Ying Yue blush, giving an embarrassed look.

I hadn’t realized how close we were standing. Our bodies drifting towards each other, the touch Aang held over Ying Yue non-existent anymore. I don’t even think Ying Yue realized herself. It was this odd pull; while our talk was small, it was exciting.

The way Aang naturally suggested the idea of us going to the diner, he really wasn't going to let this go. And a part of me wondered how much Aang told Ying Yue. Did she know he was trying to set us up together? Or was this whole situation a matter of pure luck that Aang took advantage of?

"I don't want to waste Zuko's time-" Ying Yue said.

She doubted herself. I watched how she slowly curled into herself nervously, her shoulders slumped, and I frowned.

"Who said you'd waste my time?" I inquired as her gaze shifted back to me, "I'm quite enjoying my time with you right now."

It was that small compliment, a gentle push that seemed to have Ying Yue lifting her chin - the green light. Looking over her shoulder back at Aang, I could see her mind working. Aang mouthing a silent, ‘go for it’ as he nudged his head in my direction.

She wasn’t going to do what I think she was, was she?

With a nervous breath, Ying Yue turned to face me, a determined look, "You don't work after this, right, Zuko?"

I shook my head, and Yue crossed her leg in front, letting her eyes stare at the floor before looking back at me. "I-I was just going to go home, but I'm a bit hungry for something sweet. You wouldn't want to join me, would you?"

That hopefulness in her eyes. Taking a risk that I knew she never did before. Aang shook his head furiously from behind with his infamous thumbs up-

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, Ying Yue."

"You can just call me Yue. All my friends call me that." She corrected, and I grinned, "Yue...it just rolls off the tongue as if it was always meant to be."

Yue's cheeks were flushing red at my comment, her plump lips parting as she took an unconscious step forward. Our toes were almost touching, her eyes staring up at mine with a curiosity.

Aang squeezed Yue's shoulders, shooting me a sly wave, "Enjoy your date; I have to go home. I promised Katara we'd go to the movies. I got the tab; you cover next time!"

Before Yue could even say goodbye, Aang grabbed his jacket, dashing out the door like the wind itself. It was like he had everything planned. His wallet already in his pocket, cash in his hand to pay, I swear Yue’s hair and dress fluttered.

She looked back at me nervously, “I-I didn't mean to ask you out on a date like this. I just-”

I picked up my jacket from my chair, shaking it with a hard flick of my wrist. Her words faded into the air, watching how I straightened out the heavy fabric. The golden buttons of my dark red blazer glistened under the light, shimmering onto her stunning dress.

Pinching the shoulders, I lifted it, "It's chilly outside, and besides your purse, I don't see your shawl."

"Are you sure? Won't you be cold? I don't want to be a bother. I already asked you to come with me during your time-"

"Yue," I spoke, her lips parting as she eagerly waited for my words, "There isn't a better way to spend my day off than with you in this evening."

Wrapping the heavy material over her shoulders, drowning her and warming her figure. Carefully, I brushed her hair from under, letting it rain on her back once more, "Now, let's see if these smoothies are as great as you say they are."

"They are, I swear. One time I had three in a day."

"Three? It seems like someone has a sweet tooth."

"I really do; it’s terrible. It doesn’t help that I work at a bakery full time."

"Makes sense. You're as sweet as the sweets you eat."

"Zuko," Yue shyly huffed, nudging her elbow at my side with a flustered smile and I faked pain, “Aang never told me you were abusive.”

“Oh, so Aang talked to you about me?” She giggled, and I smirked, “Just a bit.”

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[mystic-kitten-writer]

Zuko coming home to find Shoto wearing the same suit as his 🥺 and Yue is just ☺ #proud dad

Shoto is, without a doubt, a momma's boy.

Always by Yue's hip, holding onto her finger as he went on with his day. And while most people saw the attachment between the two, Yue saw more.

She saw the adorable look of complete and utter awe whenever Shoto gazed up at Zuko. The blush that would fall over his chubby cheeks whenever Zuko ruffled his hair or patted his back. As soon as the door to their tiny home opened, signalling Zuko's arrival from work, Shoto was the first one to jump to his feet, often a book in hand. At first, it was to tell Zuko the 'newest word he learned' before transforming into 'look at how much I read today!'

But lately, Yue noticed how Shoto would silently watch Zuko from her embrace in the early morning as they lazily lounged in bed—studying how Zuko changed for work, from him buttoning up his freshly ironed dress shirt to him lacing the tie around his neck.

Shoto's mind was buzzing with a curiosity, a curiosity Yue understood far too well. And it only seemed to grow in intensity when Shoto kept asking Yue questions like 'what does Daddy do at work...?' or 'can I go with him?' Innocent questions, but Yue could tell there was more to it.

Mother's instinct?

Yue would shrug, but when Shoto disappeared from the family room one day, Yue already knew where he would be.

Opening Zuko's and her closet, there, sitting in the middle, was Shoto.

Practically swimming in Zuko's blazer, and a tie poorly wrapped around his fingers as Shoto stared up at Yue, caught red-handed.

And rather than getting mad, Yue giggled, plan already in mind.

[mystic-kitten-writer]

Does Zuko know about that first kiss Yue had with Aang ?

Can we take a moment to imagine if Zuko ever found out Yue and Aang kissing? That Yue's first kiss was with, the one and only, Avatar?

Like there's no way in hell Zuko knows, because if he did, I feel like he'd be such a petty bitch and super possessive.

Aang makes a flower crown for Yue, Zuko huffs and whispers under his breath, "it's not even that nice..."

BUT, if we dabble into some Yuenkgo, then that's a different story 👀

[mystic-kitten-writer]

Now I want an AU fic of limerence where zuko and yue are vampires -🕯

I decided to go with Zuko being a vampire, and Yue is still a human - but our girl here knows Zuko be sporting some delicious fangs 👀

AU: Limerence (Vampire AU)

Pairing: Zuko x Fem. OC (Ying Yue Jiang)

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“She’s absolutely delicious.” Zuko purred, his fingers toying with the cigarette.

The grey smoke puffed upwards from his curved lips, blending into the dark snowy sky that painted the cityscape. Tiny snowflakes, as cold as their skin, fluttered over them. It took a second too long to melt, an experience now well accustomed, unlike their human counterparts.

Sokka rose a brow at the man before him, amused by his relatively simple but extremely tantalizing statement.

That sudden low pitch, ending with a slight purr. Not in a hundred years has Sokka seen his friend as smitten as now. Zuko’s dark hair slicked back as he stole another puff. He was calculated, stubborn, but most of all, standoffish. Not a single soul able to amuse Zuko for more than a quick drink or fuck.

But now, one would have thought that the man had a heartbeat, those yellow eyes glowing.

“For a minute there, I thought you were blushing.” Sokka snickered, leaning against the brick wall outside of Zuko’s office building.

Zuko rolled his eyes at the poor joke, throwing the dead bud to the floor and sliding on the sleek leather gloves tucked away in his pocket. Sokka watched as Zuko’s red scarf swayed in the light wind before kicking off on the wall he leaned, ready to head back inside. And as Sokka’s large boots hit the thinly veiled snowy pavement, Zuko’s voice caught his attention, blending in with the wind.

“Sokka...”

Sokka raised a brow with a cheeky grin, already knowing where the topic of the upcoming discussion was heading, “What is it, bud?”

“When you met Suki…you told me you felt alive once again...” Zuko pondered, his eyes heavy-lidded as he stared up at the sky.

Sokka slowly nodded, toying with the band on his finger instinctively, “And?”

“I feel the same way about her.”

Sokka’s eyes narrowed, the typical playful tone and expression that often painted his face disappearing for a moment. The weight of Zuko’s words stirring a sense of worry.

“... you’re a vampire-no, a Vampire King, Zuko.”

“And I’m going to make her my Queen,” Zuko smirked, licking his lips with joy as those sharp fangs of his flashed under the streetlights.

The sharp sound of heels clicking against the cold pavement, dainty steps making its way closer as Zuko’s whole demeanour shifted in a snap. Sokka could hear- taste, the erratic beating of someone’s heart - their pulse growing faster in pace as they neared.

A sweet, tempting scent carrying in the air, a smell that had Sokka’s eyes fluttering for a moment. It was rich, so smooth yet dark, an allure that would have any vampire moaning if they lacked the self-control Sokka had built over the years.

“Zuko.” A feminine voice sang, and Sokka saw a beautiful figure appear from behind, shyly embracing Zuko.

How he saw the great King crumble under her delicate touch. A smile appearing in his usually scorned expression.

“My love.” Zuko purred, effortlessly grasping her hand and bringing it to his lips.

The tips of his fangs showed light, playfully nipping her inner wrist, earning a shy blush that showed just how human she was. The bite marks that littered the base of her neck despite how hard she tried to mask it with her thick red scarf. Or the overwhelming scent of Zuko that lingered over her body the longer she stood.

Their eyes were locked, lost in each other’s gazes as smiles of pure ecstasy washed over them. Sokka could only snicker under his breath, Ying Yue Jiang...the human who captured the King’s heart with a single baked cookie.

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Disclaimer: I do not own any Avatar characters besides any original characters I have created.

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