#zuko x reader

[enchantedlovergirl]

Hey queen! I just read your fic inspired by Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo and omg it was so so beautiful and well written😭 I have a fic suggestion for youu, it's Zuko x Reader. So basically adult Zuko, before or after the movie you can choose, but lowky after the movie makes more sense chronologically (i havr dyscalculia so i an SO sorry if my ages are messed up) and the fmc, who comes from a noble fire nation family, was married young to another fire nation noble like 3 years older? And her husband became a general but then recently he passed away, and their son (you can choose the name!), because he is underage, needs a regent for his estate and title, and ofc as his mother, logically fmc will be it, but her husband has an ambitious cousin who wants the estate and title and to be the regent (so he can take it), so fmc goes to Zuko personally to tell him about it and to get a decree/ document that she is her son's regent and Zuko grows interested in her and bc her late husband's cousin is STILL wanting it and all and wants to take fmc's son away from her so she goes to Zuko and Zuko personally deals with the cousin. So kind of a vibe like Edward IV and Elizabeth Woodville😛 You can choose how the romance goes i give you free creative control. Ofc no pressure since you said school is demanding. But I hope you like this requests! I hope this finds you well🩷l

Regent (part one)

Pairing: Zuko x Reader Summary: After losing your husband, you find yourself fighting to keep your son’s inheritance—and his future—out of the hands of the man trying to take it from him. Desperate for help, you turn to Fire Lord Zuko. Word Count: ~3.4k Warnings: Grief, mentions of death, angst, court intrigue Author's Note: this one was SO much fun to write!! 🥹 the political side of things was definitely a little harder for me to write than i expected 😭 but i really enjoyed figuring everything out and writing Zuko in this setting!! this is part one, so there will definitely be more to come 👀 i hope you guys enjoy this one, and as always, feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome :) thank you so much for reading!!

Part 1 | Part 2 (coming soon)

Grief, you had learned, did not arrive the way the healers promised it would.

It did not come as a wave, cresting and breaking and finally receding into something survivable. It came instead like ash—settling quietly over every surface of your life until you stopped noticing it was there at all, until it had simply become the color of things. The color of your husband's empty study. The color of the tea going cold in cups no one remembered to refill. The color of your son's face when he asked, for the hundredth time, when his father was coming home.

General Torin had been dead four months.

You remembered the way the news had arrived—not a messenger's shout, not chaos, but a single soldier standing very still in your doorway, his silence saying everything his mouth couldn't manage. You remembered thinking, with a strange clarity that only grief permits, that you should have felt more. That the woman who had shared a bed and a name and a son with this man for five years should have been leveled by it, gutted by it, made unrecognizable to herself by it—not simply hollowed, the way a house is hollowed when the family that filled it finally moves out.

You hadn't cried until Ren asked you where his father had gone.

You cried that night in the bathing room with the water running so he wouldn't hear, and you told yourself it was the last time, and it wasn't, and eventually you stopped promising yourself things you couldn't keep.

Now, four months later, you sat across from a man who wanted to finish what Torin's death had started.

"You understand," Lord Isamu said, seated in what had, until recently, been your husband's receiving room, in the chair that had, until recently, been your husband's chair, "that this is nothing personal."

Everything about Isamu was personal. He was Torin's cousin, closer in blood to the family name than you would ever be by marriage, and he had made no secret of it—not during the funeral rites, when he'd stood a half-step too close to the front of the mourners like he was already rehearsing a different kind of ceremony. Not in the weeks after, when he began arriving unannounced with lawyers who used words like stewardship and continuity the way other men used flattery. Not now, with his fingers steepled and his voice pitched low and reasonable, like a man explaining something patiently to a child who simply hadn't grasped it yet.

"Of course," you said. Your voice came out steadier than you felt, which was its own small, private victory. "Nothing personal. Only my son's inheritance. Only his name. Only everything his father built."

"Your son's inheritance is precisely my concern." His face was the kind people trusted by default—open, symmetrical, handsome in the particular way that made people forget to ask what was underneath it. "A boy of seven cannot manage estates, alliances, a household guard. He needs a regent with real experience in matters of state." A pause, delicate as a blade being set down instead of thrown, which was somehow worse than if he'd thrown it. "Not a mother whose only experience is managing a household."

"I managed this household for five years while my husband was at war," you said. "I balanced its ledgers, kept its allegiances, buried two of its retainers and comforted their families, and never once needed a man's name attached to my decisions to make them correct ones. I think I can manage it while my son grows up in it."

"The law is not so sentimental, my lady." He rose, smoothing his robes with the unhurried satisfaction of a man who had already decided how the story ended and was simply waiting for the rest of the room to catch up. "Blood succession in the absence of a named regent defaults to the nearest capable male relative. I would hate for the courts to decide this. It reflects so poorly on the family."

He left without waiting for your answer, the way men like Isamu always left—not because the conversation was finished, but because he had never considered it a conversation to begin with. Just a formality. Just the part where he informed you of what was already, in his mind, settled.

You sat alone in the receiving room long after the door closed, staring at the low table where your husband's seal used to rest beside the inkstone, at the small worn groove in the wood where he used to tap his knuckles when he was thinking, and you thought: he is wrong about the law. And he knows it. And it will not matter unless someone with more power than either of us says so out loud.

Because Torin had not died without a will. He had died without updating one—six years old, drafted before Ren existed, silent on the matter of regency because at the time there had been no child who might one day need one. Isamu's claim was not law. It was a door he was hoping you'd be too exhausted, too grief-stunned, too busy grieving to notice was never actually locked.

You were tired. You were bone-tired, soul-tired, the kind of tired that lived in your teeth and the backs of your knees.

You were not, yet, that tired.

You had met Fire Lord Zuko exactly twice in your life.

Once as a girl of twelve, presented at court among a dozen other noble daughters in silk too stiff to move comfortably in—a memory so brief and so frightening that all you retained of it, all these years later, was the impression of a scarred, unsmiling boy who looked deeply uncomfortable being looked at, like the throne itself was something borrowed that he was afraid of returning damaged.

Once at your own wedding, where he had sent a formal blessing, a length of good silk, and, out of respect for your husband's service record, nothing more. You remembered thinking, at nineteen, in your wedding robes, that you would probably never think of him again beyond that one polite formality.

You did not know him. You knew only what everyone knew—that he had helped end a hundred years of war before he was old enough to legally drink, that he had spent a decade since rebuilding a nation that had spent a century breaking other ones, that petitioners who wasted his time did not get a second audience, no matter how noble the house behind their name.

You did not intend to waste it.

It took three weeks to be granted one. Three weeks in which Isamu grew bolder, arriving at the estate with an ease that made your skin crawl, speaking to your household staff as though he already owned their loyalty and simply hadn't gotten around to collecting it. Three weeks in which the head steward, a woman who had served Torin's family for thirty years, began quietly asking you what she should do if Lord Isamu gave instructions that conflicted with your own—and you heard, underneath the careful neutrality of the question, the shape of everyone's uncertainty. Three weeks in which Ren asked you, very quietly one evening, not looking up from his rice bowl, his small voice trying so hard to sound like it wasn't asking the thing it was actually asking, "Uncle Isamu says I'm going to live with him soon. Is that true?"

Over my dead body, you thought, and the violence of the thought surprised you, because you had not known there was still so much fight left in you, buried under four months of ash.

"No," you told him instead, gently, and reached over to fix the collar of his sleep robe just so you'd have an excuse to touch him, to remind yourself he was real and still yours and still here. "You're not going anywhere. I promise."

You made yourself a second promise, silently, the kind you don't say out loud because saying it out loud makes it possible to fail: it will not become a lie.

The capital hadn't changed much since your girlhood visit, though the palace felt different in a way you couldn't name until you were standing inside it again—less a monument built to be feared, more simply a place where work got done, where scrolls were stacked instead of trophies displayed, where the guards who showed you in bowed with an efficiency that felt like respect instead of terror.

You were led into the throne room, and your palms were damp, and your carefully rehearsed opening line had gone soft and shapeless somewhere between the outer gate and the dais, the way words do when you've said them silently to yourself too many times.

And then you looked up, and the Fire Lord was already watching you.

Not the way court had prepared you to be watched—assessed, catalogued, filed away as another noble widow with a problem. He was watching you the way you imagine a door watches someone standing on the other side of it, deciding whether to open.

He was younger than the stories made him sound, though you supposed everyone was younger than their own legend eventually became. The scar sat pale and old against his left eye, a permanent weather that had long since stopped being news to anyone who knew him. His hair had grown longer than you expected—dark, loose at the crown, gathered back the way soldiers wore it, not the elaborate topknot you remembered from that one glimpse of him as a girl. Golden eyes, and they were the kind of gold that didn't sparkle so much as hold—like they'd take in whatever you gave them and keep it, carefully, without asking permission.

Everything about him—the plainness of his robes compared to what court gossip had promised, the faint crease between his brows that suggested he'd been reading petitions since dawn, the way he sat on his own throne like it was a chair he hadn't quite forgiven for its size—was not what you had braced yourself for.

"Lady Torin." He said your married name carefully, testing its edges, like he wanted to be sure he'd gotten it right before he committed to it.

"Yes, my lord." You bowed, and when you straightened, you held his gaze, because Isamu had spent three weeks teaching you exactly what hesitation cost a woman in a room full of men waiting for her to falter. "My husband died without naming a regent for our son. His cousin, Lord Isamu, has claimed the regency by right of nearest male relation. I am here to petition that it be granted to me instead, as Ren's mother, until my son comes of age."

Zuko went quiet.

Not the calculated silence of a man deciding how gently to refuse you—you had learned to recognize that particular silence from every minor official Isamu had reached before you could. This was something closer to actual thought. Like your words had landed somewhere specific in him and he was turning them over, checking their weight, before he let himself answer.

"You've raised him for seven years," he said finally. "Managed the estate longer than that, from what my ministers tell me of General Torin's service record."

"Five years, my lord. While he was at the front."

"And Lord Isamu's claim rests on what, exactly? Being the closest man available?"

There was something dry in the way he said man that startled a small, disbelieving warmth loose in your chest—hope, maybe, though you'd almost forgotten the shape of it, the way you forget the shape of a room you haven't stood in for a long time.

"That is the substance of it, yes."

"That's not how regency law works." Something shadowed passed behind his eyes then—old, private, some history you weren't part of and had no right to ask after. "Blood succession applies to titles without a living heir. Your son is the heir. The only question that remains is who administers the estate until he can do it himself. And the law is explicit that a surviving parent takes precedence over collateral relations unless proven unfit."

"He intends to argue that I'm unfit. That I lack the experience to manage matters of state."

"Have you managed the estate since your husband died?"

"Yes."

"Badly?"

The question was blunt enough to startle a short, disbelieving laugh out of you before you could stop it—unfamiliar in your own throat after four months of careful, grief-flattened silence, like an instrument being played for the first time in a long while and coming out slightly out of tune. "No. Not badly."

"Then I don't see the problem." He said it like it really was that simple, like three weeks of bracing yourself for a fight had just evaporated in the space of one short exchange, like the world occasionally did make sense if you found the right person to say so out loud. He turned to the scribe seated at the base of the dais. "Draft a decree. Regency of House Torin granted to the widow, Lady—" He glanced back at you, and for just a moment the formality slipped, revealing something almost apologetic underneath it. "I don't have your given name."

You told him.

He repeated it once, quietly, like he was setting it down somewhere he intended to keep it rather than simply hearing it and letting it pass through. Something about the care in that small, unnecessary gesture unsettled you more than anything Isamu had said in three weeks of open threats. You had grown so used to being spoken at—by lawyers, by Isamu, by well-meaning relatives offering condolences shaped like instructions—that being spoken to, carefully, by a virtual stranger, felt almost indecent in its gentleness.

"Granted to you," he corrected himself, "in full, until your son reaches his majority. Lord Isamu will be informed the matter is closed and is not open to further petition." He looked at you, steady, golden, unreadable in the particular way of someone who had learned young to keep his face still even when everything underneath it wasn't. "That should end it."

"It won't." The words were out before you could weigh whether it was wise to contradict the Fire Lord to his face, in his own throne room, on the first day you'd ever properly spoken to him. "Forgive me, my lord. But you don't know Isamu the way I do. A decree will slow him down. It will not stop him. Men like him don't hear no. They hear not yet."

Something hardened behind Zuko's expression then—not aimed at you, you understood immediately, but at the shape of a man he had clearly met a thousand times before, in a thousand different noble houses, across ten years of ruling a nation that hadn't yet finished unlearning a century of taking whatever it wanted simply because it could.

"Then he'll learn," Zuko said, low and even, "that the decree isn't the end of my involvement in this. It's the beginning of it."

You did not know, walking out of that throne room with the sealed decree pressed to your chest like something you were afraid to set down even for a moment, that you would be back within the month.

You did not know that Isamu, cornered and furious and unaccustomed to losing, would do something far worse than petition the courts a second time.

You did not know that the Fire Lord's promise—the beginning of it—would come to mean exactly, precisely, devastatingly what it sounded like, or that the shape of your life was about to be rearranged by a man with careful golden eyes and a scar he wore like a fact rather than an apology.

You only knew, riding home with the decree in your lap and Ren's small hand tucked in yours, that for the first time in four months you had walked into a room afraid, and walked out of it feeling, however briefly, like someone had actually been listening. Like the ash had shifted, just slightly, and underneath it something was still capable of catching light.

It wasn't hope, exactly. You weren't ready to call it that yet.

But it was something close enough to it that you let yourself hold it the whole way home.

-part two coming soon 🩷

[victsuki]

The warmth within - Zuko x reader

summary: In which Zuko wants nothing more than to have in his arms the ones he loves most

Zuko had arrived later that night from the peace summit that was being held in Ba sing se, had been a nightmare to deal with while navigating with earth kingdom leaders. Along with keeping his own temper in check had left Zuko feeling completely drained. Once he had reached his shared quarters with you his shoulders had finally slumped in relaxation a sight that is rarely seen by others. Golden eyes normally sharp and bright were weighed down with exhaustion of the day. He had quietly unpinned his hair from the crown he wears, letting his long black hair fall loosely. He had let out a long tired sigh that he had been holding in, every muscle had ached from having to keep up the image of being the firelord.

That was until he had looked at the bed seeing both you and Izumi tangled in the sheets of the bed had changed the energy of the room. Yes he was still feeling the heavy exhaustion didn’t go away but it changed from a heavy burden into something of soft and safe vulnerability. He had slowly crawled into the bed, but his movements weren’t of those of a who had a firebender who had fought in a war they were careful and fragile. He moved as if one wrong move might crush this moment. As you slowly stirred awake you smiled at him softly, he felt the tightness of his jaw relax at last. He wrapped his arm around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breathing had finally slowed and relaxed. He didn’t just fall asleep, he tethered himself to you letting your warmth finally allowing him to block out the rest of the world and just be in your arms.

[weretigeress]

you're a spark in the dark;

summary: in which you have a (not so much) secret crush on the law consultant for the publishing house you work for without even realizing that it could be mutual.

pairing: lawyer!zuko x editor!reader.

word count: 13,4k.

tags: workplace au, mutual pining, no use of y/n, drunken confessions, reader is an overthinker, jealous!reader. title from olivia rodrigo's stupid song, enjoy!

He always had that sort of vacant stare when his attention was stolen by the egregiousness of his thoughts. It was not something that he felt like he could control, it just took him by surprise at any point in the day and only a moment after his expression would contort on itself with some kind of surprise or disgust, it was emptied, leaving behind only a mask impossible to read, as if the surface was never even disturbed to start with. In that moment, he would choose to indulge in whatever he was thinking about and the world around him would seem to vanish. It stayed like that for a while, as if there was nothing else worthy of his eyes, locked in a point blank, vulnerable to the others around to witness. Some days, he would look at you. It was brief, just like that initial expression, and you would recoil with shame, of course, because long before he reciprocated, your gaze was already turned to him. He never said a thing and then, with a slight blush, his eyes found another point in the room to direct his focus. You were not a stalker, were you? If not a stalker, then why were you looking? How could you notice such a thing? How could you not?

“You’re doing that again.” The sudden interruption in your self reasoning makes your blood freeze. Your breath caught on your throat, as if you suddenly took consciousness of the process of breathing and couldn’t keep doing it anymore. Your eyes turn away from the guy in the other table when you start to cough nervously, capturing the face of your friends watching you with interest.

“I’m not doing anything.” It takes a little while, but you are finally able to muster a defense. It only makes her laugh.

“No? Was she not looking at the guy with the scar again?” She cannot see. She cannot see, but she was always very observant and could make educated guesses that were almost never wrong. It's not wrong now, for sure.

“Leave her alone, Toph. She can use the distraction, you know, the dude’s not a bad thing to look at.” The whistle that let his lips in your defense made you laugh a little, feeling your face get a little hot with the realization that you were not even a little discrete.

“It's not like I could’ve known.” Toph’s lips curled in a little smile when she shook her hand in front of her eyes. They were green under the layer that covered them and it was always a little enchanting to look at. That was a problem you had, apparently, the incapacity to simply look away. “I know it's hard to believe, but I’m not trying to be mean. It's just that you were a little quieter all of a sudden. You always look away when this guy is in the room and I thought that maybe it could be him again, so… was I right?”

You looked at Sokka, shaking your head. It would be easy for him to understand that you wanted him to deny, deny, deny, no?

“You were.” He confirmed, rolling his eyes at the idea of lying to Toph for such a banal thing as your obvious liking of this stranger. She smiled brightly at the confirmation.

“What’s so interesting about him? Sokka said he’s not bad. Is he pretty?” You don't answer at first, ashamed of the fact that you could give her a good reason for it without even touching on the obvious matter. The scar.

It was true, the dude, as Sokka had called him, was a very handsome man. Everything about him seemed to work out perfectly fine on its own, and the whole set? Frustratingly breathtaking. He had broad shoulders, long hair, a good bone structure, well-built muscles and… well, the scar. A burn mark around his eye that blended on his face in a way that told everyone who gave it five seconds of thought that he had it for a long time, which urged the next question, and the next, and the next. How long? How did this happen? Who did this to him? Was it an accident? Had it been provoked? Imposed? You felt bad for the curiosity because really, it was none of your business, but there was no way of denying it anymore: he spiked your interest, and you didn't think your curiosity would simply go away without being fed first.

This time around, when Sokka opened his mouth to answer, you just cut him off by saying it before he could.

“He is handsome,” you started, as it sounded in your head when you rationalized it, but something about the question made your own lips curl when your shoulders shrunk. She cannot see for herself, so even though it makes you feel shy to say it out loud, you have to be the one to say that, yes, he is a handsome man in all the ways that made one, but also… he had a sort of delicacy to his face that made him more than that. “He has a burn mark right here,” you continue, lowering the tone of your voice so that you couldn’t be heard by the bystanders as your fingers rose to reach her face, your touch resting just below her left eye. “It doesn't make him any less pretty.”

“Oh, wow.” Her brows shot up, amused and surprised.

“What?”

“You would think he’s a muse and not a work crush hearing this. Calm down, Shakespeare.”

You roll your eyes at the comment and laugh it off, but can’t avoid noticing how the skin under your fingers turns hot. Toph’s pale skin is painted by a light blush; you refrain your touch when Sokka clears his throat, earning a new shrug out of you.

“He’s not a work crush. And you make it sound like I just said something crazy, but it's true, he is handsome and pretty and whatever. Sokka, tell her!” Your exasperation only earned a laugh from both of them.

“I already said it, he's not bad. You sound a little more romantic saying it, though.”

“I do not.”

“Oh, you do. He’s just so pretty.” He imitates your voice, making Toph laugh.

“I do not sound like that!” Even with the emphasis, Sokka continues to insist and at any point in the whole exchange you consider for only a brief moment to just give up in your denial and admit. You deny again and again, and again, and you could keep denying for a whole long time if your lunch break wasn’t about to end, a fact reminded by your colleagues, who got here fifteen minutes before you and had to go right now.

“Hit us up if you need anything, okay?” Even with the teasing, he could sound a little fraternal. It was obvious in the way he would not intervene in Toph’s moves but existed around her ready to help if she needed anything at any time.

“Good luck with your people watching, stalker.” She blows you a kiss when standing up, her hand brushing past your hair in a temptative caress before opening the retractable cane. Her comment makes you blush and you can’t really avoid asking yourself if that was what she wanted as revenge for daring to touch her.

You try not to delve into that line of thinking. Not allowing yourself to think about questions you knew that wouldn't be answered and daring to feel curious about people who would not be around you for too long. There was a lot about Toph you didn't understand. You knew she was the daughter of your boss and that she was pleasant to be around, with her dynamic duo attached to the hip, but there was a lot more you would like to know that you accepted was probably for the best to not indulge, even then, the curiosity remained. There was always a voice in your head reminding you that even though she is one of your best friends here, this was still a workplace and you were not exactly the best person at keeping a job and being her friend would not protect you. Could you even say it assuredly? That she was your friend? Who could say what was genuine in a place like this? What kept being genuine after you were fired? Keeping things at a distance was the best way to protect yourself and your feelings when things did not work out in the end. Even though you really liked the job and felt comfortable for the first time in a while, it was not like this one was going to last. None of the ones before did.

Thinking about the briefness of relationships built in the workplace did not exactly make you feel better about the sudden interruption of your daily dosage of company. Instead, it makes their absence very noticeable when they're gone and you’re reminded that you still have some minutes you don't know how to use. Having a good look at your food that sat there barely touched, it's clear that the last minutes were too distracting and you did not want to eat anymore. You close the lids on the containers and put it back on the lunch box, the hunger as absent as the presence around you, even now that the distraction is over. Is it, though?

It’s sudden, a mere suggestion that makes your face contort on itself in a grimace. It's a thought that taunts your peace, because you’re trying. You're trying not to look at him, now that you know you’re not the most discrete and if Toph knew, it was certainly because someone had told her and you know exactly who had done it, because he was not even a little ashamed of it. Toph could be as smart and perceptive as she was and not be able to simply guess the scar on his face, but if Sokka out of all people had been able to realize your new obsession… well, it was not going to be a secret for long. Everyone would hear about it and if you were not aware of it yet, you would be soon enough. The possibility makes your insides turn.

You were curious about him, not only about the scar or about what he did at work or how he could be so beautiful and seem to not be aware of it, no, it was all of it but not only that, it all could be boiled down to that specific moment. You were curious about what was that sudden thought that made him absent for a little while, and why would he look in your general direction sometimes and if maybe, just maybe, he remembered your name like you remembered his?

You could not admit it in front of your friends. That you had his name engraved in your mind since the day that you smiled at him in the coffee shop after a mistake on which card to use to pay for your coffee made him step up and get it for you. It was so embarrassing that you were only capable of smiling and thanking him before fleeing away as fast as you could. You could not admit that he tried to introduce himself and all you could retain was his first name and nothing else. It's Zuko, he said, when you thanked him with a thank you, kind stranger empathizing the stranger where his name was supposed to be. You didn't tell him yours, not that day at least. You were already in a hurry to come back to work and you just… zapped away. Which was a terrible decision, because the embarrassment that pushed you to run only made everything even more awkward in your head and in the subsequent days, when you met him by accident, that same scene replayed in your head and your first instinct was to avoid him. There was no reason for that, really, but you always hid, tried to walk faster, to seem like you were interested in anything but him. It did not work out. When you started avoiding him, he also started to be everywhere: the coffee shop, the canteen, the damn corridors, for fucks sake! You were sure he did not work in the same office as you, but somehow that had happened, as if the universe had a particular way of laughing in your face.

Eventually, you found peace at being at the same places at the same time, by telling yourself that that random act of kindness seemed like something he would do for anyone and you should not worry that he would remember you forever. The thought comforted you in that moment and everything went downhill ever since.

You told him your name a few weeks later, when the lack of avoidance made you weirdly comfortable to give it a try. The power supply in the whole building had gone out and everyone was dismissed for the rest of the day. It would be a dream to have the whole day for yourself and do something fun with the extra time, if the rain wasn't starting to get really nasty out there, of course. The only option you had was to get home as soon as possible before any possible means of transport got crowded and useless; you dreaded the idea of taking the subway under these conditions, but if you tried a cab or a bus, it would take forever to get home with the awful traffic, so the subway it would be. It was by the exit, when you finally decided what to do, that you saw him, looking like a lost puppy in the hall.

“I thought everyone in your office was gone already.” Your comment attracted his eyes and he gave you a soft smile. At that moment, rather than wanting to run away, you felt at ease. “What kept you here? Afraid of melting in the rain?”

“Kind of. I don't have an umbrella.” His voice was not exactly deep, but now that you could hear it in a whole sentence, it was not bad on the ears either.

“Are you going to the station? I can take you with me.” You lifted the umbrella. Seemed spacious enough for the two of you.

“The station?” He looked at you, looking genuinely confused for a moment. Maybe by the fact that you said more than two words and had just proposed to stand in his vicinity for the next ten minutes.

“The subway station.” The clarification made his expression brighten.

“Oh, yes. Yes, of course. Can I go with you?” The question was his way of asking for an educated confirmation, but even before you answered, Zuko was already walking up to you.

“That's what I said.”

It was as simple as that. You laughed, he laughed. It was easy to keep talking to him for some reason, like there was not a way of the talk going wrong now that you had no way of running in the opposite direction. In the ten minutes of conversation you discovered the possibility of keeping him on your mind as more than the guy you're trying to run away since he paid you a favor without asking for anything in return. It sounded a little crazy, when you thought about it, that you were so nervous that everything seemed like the absolute wrong thing to say and to avoid the crippling anxiety the idea of being unpleasant gave you, you just avoided being anything at all.

At some point in the walk he offered himself to hold the umbrella and you let him, thinking about how it was easier that way, no? Being taller, it was probably better to protect himself from the rain and you were being a little clumsy trying to shield you both. By the time you arrived at the station, you had managed to be almost completely dry but the side of his clothes were wet. It was a large umbrella, enough for the both of you, but still to this day, you cannot bring yourself to stop thinking about the way he made sure you were guarded. He was aware that you noticed it, but none of you said a thing about it.

“You never told me your name.” And just before your train arrived, you finally gave it to him. “I like it. Better than stranger danger, I think.” That same soft smile indicates that the nature of the comment was lighthearted, but you were taken aback by the comment and your whole expression freezes with surprise.

You told yourself it was a joke about the kind stranger comment you made the other day, but it reminded you of the self-consciousness that you had ignored up until that point. All you could do was laugh awkwardly, when the guilt of avoiding him and then starting to watch the guy almost obsessively finally caught up to you. He knew? Was he scared? He thought you were insane? You didn't know what to say and you could swear that he did not expect you to be out of words, so it was easier to believe in the joke alternative, but the way that his eyes analyzed you in that moment did not lie; seeing you like that up close had an effect on him and he did not apologize. Zuko seemed… amazed. When you entered the wagon, he did not make a move that indicated that he was going anywhere. Until your face was out of sight, he stayed on the platform, watching you through the window and waving you goodbye. You two have not talked since.

This happened a few weeks ago and you didn't think you would stop revisiting that whole exchange anytime soon, as long as you kept seeing him. Which happened a lot lately because you both always ended up in the same lunch break and you not only saw the guy, but kept watching him like a crazy stalker, to the point of noticing the smallest details and only feeding into the future accusations he could possibly throw in your direction. You really were a stranger danger, after all. That was the reason why the comment made you so anxious, wasn’t it? Because the familiarity between the two of you was artificial, and all the information you had about the guy had been given to you by any means that were not… him. You were not a criminal, but what if Zuko thought that meant you were insane? And that what your friends called a work crush to him seemed as an absurd obsession?

You feel nauseous. You feel nauseous and can only thank when your phone rings and the call disturbs your thoughts, dragging you back to this moment only to remember that even though your mind was in another place, your body is still in the canteen, alone, thinking about a guy who’s sitting across the room, while not even eating, which could make you seem even more weird. Toph’s name and a picture of you two light the phone screen along a sequence of messages with your new tasks for the rest of the day. You take that as the sign that your lunch time is over and finish packing your stuff, drinking the whole soda before throwing the can on your way out.

You try not to check up on him before leaving for good, because you are doing oh so well when only thinking about him, but your eyes betray you. A chill runs down your spine and pushes you to hurry yourself out even faster, because when you look at him, he is already looking at you.

*

He wonders if you thought that he wouldn't notice. Everytime you looked at him and stayed looking at him for an awfully long time, turning your gaze elsewhere only when someone snapped your attention away, or even before, when you would simply refuse to stay in the same room with him and would always find the most creative hiding spots just to make sure he wouldn't see you. It was a waste of time, you know, the idea of trying to hide. Zuko was very aware of you, since the day in the coffee shop, maybe even before; he was just more composed about it. He wonders if you thought that he wouldn't notice, because he knows for sure that you didn't.

At first, he thought it was cute. The whole thing, you, it felt very lighthearted and it would make him smile all of a sudden when thinking about the pretty girl in the publishing office upstairs, for which he would sometimes offer his services as a law consultant in intellectual property. Then, he started to revisit the idea of you more frequently than it would be considered healthy to think about someone he didn't even know the name of. He was not the most lazy lawyer that the firm had, nor the most brilliant, but it was clear to everyone he was a damn competent one, and somehow, not even that protected him of being observed by his colleagues, who noticed how his work started to get done at an astounding speed, especially when the contractor was the publishing house. Someone joked about the girlfriend he must have there, to be so anxious to keep visiting the other office, but he just rolled his eyes and kept working, because he could not admit they were right. He wanted to see you.

He had an umbrella, on the day he walked with you in the rain. He had left it in the office and was about to get back to pick it up when he saw you in the hall, and you said something for the first time since the other encounter. He doubted for a moment that you were talking to him, but the lie he answered you with was so automatic that there was no turning back from that. Walking with you was nice, even though he was not really someone to take the subway, it was just a good opportunity to know more about you before the awkwardness and embarrassment made you close to an advance again. The talk went well and right before he could ruin it all with a comment he thought was going to make you laugh, the realization that you were pretty, cute and funny made him mortified. Now that you were more than an idea in his head and he liked what he saw of you, Zuko immediately felt sick to his stomach. It was going to get so much worse.

The thought of becoming obsessed with you probably sounded a lot worse in his head than it really was, and he felt bad for it, because he could not bring himself to just cut the distance between the two of you and stop just lurking around like an idiot and a creep. He was lucky you were a little clueless and that your friends were more focused on the fact that you were making a fool of yourself to notice that he was not any better. Not only was he not better, but he could also be very much more pathetic. The only thing protecting him from the teasing by his closest colleagues was the fact that he knew about their secret dates that the HR would not appreciate, and that they thought he really needed someone new. More than a year had passed since his last breakup and Aang and Katara were already losing their hopes that Zuko would ever be interested in another girl apart from Mai. It was mutually beneficial to the three of them that they let him just… feel that.

A part of him liked the fact that he had your undivided attention without any talk being needed, that you surely thought of him and that you had so many questions that he would love to answer, but what would happen after answering your questions? Would your interest vanish? What did you know about him? How much more could you know before you got tired and bored? Zuko knew your name, your schedule, where in the office you worked, who your friends were. He knew the coffee you liked and when to go for his lunch break just to see you every day, but what about you? Despite the constant watching, what else was there in the image you constructed of him in your head? Would the real Zuko be a complete disappointment in comparison? Could he be able to make up for it?

He doesn't know exactly when simply existing in your vicinity ceased to fulfill his initial need of proximity. Zuko knew the day would come, of course, but it felt too soon, didn't it? Or was it too late? This thing between you two could be dragged along forever if it depended on the capacity of any of you to take the lead; at the end of the day, he _was_ shy. And you… well, you were you. If making the wrong comment was able to put you in such an embarrassed state, anxious how the others would react to it and feeling the need to hide to not face that it was really not that serious, he could not even imagine how that translated into your love life. He was not one to judge, though.

It was hard for him to have enough interest in anyone to muster the courage needed to actively talk to the person and for the first time in a really long time, it seemed like he had finally met that one specific requirement, in an amount far greater than expected. Now that Zuko had enough interest, the only thing missing was courage, of course. It was not an easy feat to achieve and you could very much not reciprocate the feeling and feel obligated to say yes if he asked you out so… that locked the both of you in an impasse where no one dared to make a move while waiting for the other one to move, which ultimately just left you two exactly in the same initial spot. It was eating him up on the insides. He needed something to be done soon; he needed to do something soon.

Zuko did not show up in the canteen for a whole week after you saw him looking at you. He imagined you were talking about him to your friends, even after you lowered your voice, because you were watching him just before touching Toph’s face exactly where his burn mark sat. It was a little upsetting to think about how that was the thing everyone noticed upfront, but to see your eyes lost when your mind wandered had stolen his attention much more vigorously than anything absurd he could ever think and Zuko decided he could forgive you for not seeing much beyond; he had not given you the opportunity yet. And after thinking extensively about how you were not good at disguising the way you looked at him, he just… did that. He sat there and watched you until your phone rang and you went away. Not before looking at him for the last time, though, which meant your eyes had locked with his eyes and the way you seemed mortified about it just wasn't funnier because he too was mortified with the idea of getting caught red-handed. Suddenly, he became very conscious of how odd it may have been, and decided he could not show up in front of you again without being prepared to make the first move.

The restlessness about when, where and how to ask you out drove him crazy in a way that ended up taking him three steps back on the productivity he had been displaying in the whole period of trying to get a glimpse of you when frequently visiting the publisher for the consultation they hired him for. When his appearances decreased in frequency again, his absence was not weird to Poppy Beifong, who trusted immensely in his capableness and even with the wonky deadlines, his ability to get the job done right; she knew it could take a while, but the matter was in good hands, so there was nothing to worry about. Even though your boss trusted him, she did not let him go easy with the delayed delivery of work, making a snarky comment for everyone to hear about how hard it was to make him get out of his office and how she had forgotten what a pretty face Zuko had. He wished for a place to bury his head and hide, so that he could not get caught blushing and trying to explain himself before the woman erupted in laughter. His reaction to the teasing was enough to pay off the delay in Beifong’s eyes. Zuko could not thank the gods and spirits enough for deciding to go up to the publisher at the time he knew you would be on your lunch break.

“I wish whatever was taking your sleep a few weeks ago would make a comeback as soon as possible.” This time, she said it lower, closing the doors before accommodating herself behind the desk and starting to revise the papers you had delivered. “I’m almost snatching you for good from Iroh’s hands just so that I can control how many hours a day you spend working instead of daydreaming.” She sighed, but her tone was far from a reprimand.

“You can always hire another one, you know. I’m sorry to be delaying your deadlines, but the firm has other professionals that can keep up with the demand.” The answer was calm, even if the comment made his ears red hot. There was no need for a comeback. You were just a few meters away.

“The worst part is that you’re not delaying anything. Even doing it at a healthy rhythm, you are still capable of doing everything right on time. Frustrating for me, of course, who would simply love to overload you with all the work I want to be done. So lame of you, Zuko.” Poppy shrugged, rolling her eyes and curling her lips in the same jokingly manner of her daughter. He was not very familiar with the girl who was going to inherit the company, aside from the fact that she always accompanied you, but he imagined she could not be much different. Fun, but cutthroat.

“Sorry for not being the best to exploit, Mrs. Beifong.” The comment earned him a soft laugh. She was never serious, but with the almost four years of business partnership between them and the proximity of their families since he was little, she could not stop herself of picking on him, as if someone would to a very dear child; Poppy would only do it when he showed around, though, which was not often, so she had to take the opportunities laid to her!

“Well, for the record, we have this new girl that's been around for a few months and she is very good at that.” She says, and he knows immediately that it’s about you. Zuko’s expression freezes for a moment, momentarily mad at the idea before he realizes she's joking again. “She can do surprisingly good work with contract management for someone who’s not a lawyer or studied business, it relieved a lot of our demand. She probably deserves a raise, poor thing.” Her eyes never left the papers, so she can’t notice that his interest spiked at your mention. “I can never really talk to her about it. I think she's afraid of being fired if she stays next to me for more than five minutes. Don’t you think that's insane? I haven’t fired you!”

“She seems like a very anxious person.” The instant the words fell out of his mouth, Zuko knew he had taken the bait. Her eyes come up when the last page is finished reading and there’s a wicked grin spreading in her lips.

“Oh, wow.” Her brows shot up, amused.

“What?”

“When Iroh told me about it, I couldn’t really believe it.”

“Told you about what?” His brows furrow in genuine confusion.

“That you were looking for someone in here! Oh, I even thought we were going to finally introduce you to Toph!” Poppy put the papers aside, more interested in the gossip displayed than in the idea of keeping working.

“You were not the only one thinking it.”

“She asked about you one day, did you know? If Iroh’s nephew wasn’t the guy with a scar right here?” She pointed to the left eye. “I think that settles it, uh? If she was asking, maybe it was because someone else wanted to know.”

“I think that's an HR infringement.” That makes her laugh. It is very much clear how Zuko wants to disguise the fact that that one piece of information had made him all excited, blushing and everything just with the confirmation of something he only suspected but could not prove and therefore, felt insane to think about so surely. You were talking about him to Toph. Even her mom knew!

“We work two separate offices, as far as I know, I’m just talking to a friend now. Besides, I won’t tell them if you don't.” She winked.

“It's not a big deal. We talked once and I’m thinking about asking her out, that's it.” The confession is simple, but makes him feel like a weight is lifted off his shoulders.

“Well, I can’t tell by myself because she's afraid of me, but Toph’s not a bad judge of character and they are always together, so…”

“Yeah, I thought so too. She does not look like a bad person at all. Are you going to give her a raise for being Toph’s friend?” Zuko cannot avoid poking fun at the thought, trying to dodge the attention away from him.

“Oh, never. Sokka’s been trying this one with me since day one. She is, in fact, just really good at what she does.” Poppy realizes what he’s doing, but decides to not point it out. “Could use a little more confidence and some rest and relaxation, though.”

“Everyone in your team needs a little rest and relaxation, Mrs. Beifong. I doubt a lot of them have my luck in having a really lovely lady to talk to instead of working.” He starts to stand up when a brief look at his wrist watch tells Zuko that if he doesn't get out of here soon enough, you are going to get back to the office. The look at the time and the girl by the door, also. Toph.

“Hey! You're here!” Toph’s voice met him with a surprising warmth. Zuko looked from Toph to Poppy, from Poppy to Toph, confused if the woman was talking to him. Her eyes were never a good indicator of that. “You’re Iroh’s nephew, aren’t you?”

“Good afternoon, Toph. Do you need anything?” It's her mother who answers, making Toph smile brightly in the fashion of the shameless daughter reputation she had.

“Yes! Thank you for asking.” She felt the ground wiggling the cane around when entering the office. “Your name is Zuko, right? I’m Toph.” The woman stretched out her arm, making Zuko move to meet her hand right where it was in the air.

“Nice to finally meet you, Toph. I was just leaving. I’ll go so that you two can talk.” He shook her hand and was about to go when she grabbed him with force, keeping him right where he was.

“Oh, no, I want to talk to you.” She clarified, which surprised him. “It's nothing serious, really, I was thinking about just asking Sokka to send the message to Katara, but now that you’re here, that makes it easier, right?”

“Hm… I think so?”

“Could you please tell her and Aang we're going to meet at the hall for the happy hour later? You're invited too.” She’s still smiling and holding his hand the whole time it takes for him to answer, which is a little unsettling. Poppy clears her throat and Toph finally lets him go.

“I’ll give them the message.” Zuko nods out of habit, embarrassed when he reminds himself that she is blind. “It was a pleasure to meet you again, Mrs. Beifong, and really nice to be introduced to you, Toph.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. We’ll be waiting for you guys at the hall!” She has a mischievous grin when he walks out as if running away for dear life, not even stopping to hear her mother say goodbye.

He doesn't look around for you when crossing the office to the exit, hoping that you would still be at your lunch. Of course, his calculations were only slightly wrong; if Zuko had left before Toph got to him, he could’ve avoided you, but with the distraction… that only resulted in him walking right up to you at the entrance. It must make a funny scene to watch from the outside, how the both of you freeze and just stand there looking mutually stupid while facing each other. It was awkward, to say the least, but very endearing also.

“Hm… hi. Can I…?” You say, pointing to the office as if to ask him to get out of your way in the softest of voices.

“Oh, shit, sure. Sorry, I’m sorry.” He excuses himself with a nervous smile, taking a step back in the frame of the doors to give you space to enter.

“Don’t worry, Zuko. I don't bite.” The statement is a little bolder than he’s used to coming from you, but seems to be what his nervousness needs to dissipate. You finally walk past him and give him a bright smile. The absence of your usual anxiousness puts him at ease.

“That's a waste of some good teeth you have there.” The words fall out of his mouth before he can think about it and the absurdity of that phrase makes his eyes widen. You try to hold your laughter, but it's impossible. His ears and neck get all red when his face can’t contain just how much embarrassment he feels.

“I think no one has ever said a good thing about my teeth, so… thank you?” He nods, not knowing what to say after and prepares to retreat back to his work in order to avoid saying anything awkward again. “Is it true that you work with Sokka’s sister?”

“Katara, yes.” Zuko stopped on his tracks, his attention caught again, snatched away from the need to escape.

“Is she nice? I think I’m going to meet her later.”

“You’ll love her, it’s impossible not to.” He can swear your brows furrowed for a slight moment, but Zuko does not give it a second thought when the details given align on his head. “Are you going to the happy hour?”

“Absolutely. Toph’s paying, so who am I to refuse?” You nodded, your own eyes widening when everything clicks to you too. “Are you coming with us?”

“Oh, yes. Sure.” Well, he was not intending to, but your presence was certainly an effective encouragement.

“I guess it's a date, then.” Now your face is the one getting all flushed once you realize what you just said. The nervous laugh leaves your lips when you get really conscious about where you are now, with who, being watched by who. “See you later, Zuko.” Is the last thing you can say before rushing off to your desk. He waves before parting on his own way, even if you don't see it. It's a little dumb, but he’s smiling when letting Aang and Katara know about what the three of them were going to be up to later.

*

As the day goes by, it becomes very much clear that Toph set you up in this. The whole interaction with Zuko by the door had not gone unnoticed by anyone present in the office and you could only thank the fact that most of your colleagues were on their own lunch breaks when yours finished and you got back, but you did not come out unscathed from Sokka’s gossiping. He was right there beside Toph when you sat at your desk and the thumbs up she gave you when informed that you were looking at them told you everything you needed to know about what was the subject of their talking. When she invited you to the happy hour yesterday, it was mentioned that Sokka’s sister was disgustingly in love with one of her coworkers in the law firm and that Sokka was going to introduce his new girlfriend to his friends, so that made her the only one single and unaccompanied in the group and that you simply had to go if you didn't hate her and wanted to make sure she had a pair in the third wheeling. Well, you were not a bad friend at all, so with an invite like that added to the proposition of paying for everything, you couldn’t find a reason to decline the invitation and was actually happy to be considered for a meeting that seemed almost intimate; until, of course, hearing that Zuko was also going to be there.

The way he answered earlier when asked about Katara made you momentarily nauseous and suddenly aware of the fact that you didn't know who was the coworker Sokka’s sister was disgustingly in love with. You told yourself it would be insane to believe Toph would make you go out drinking with them only to let you know that your hypothetical work crush was taken by someone much closer to them after both spent the last days joking about your obsession. It was not even a reasonable thought to have, that she was doing it on purpose, but every time the measly chance of that being the case passed through your head, you felt like throwing up.

You had not seen Zuko in a whole week after you caught him staring at you in the cafeteria, which was slightly disappointing because when you got over the awkward feeling that exchange of glances hit you with, you were excited by the idea that it could happen again. That you could look at him and he could look at you at the same time and… you didn't know what to expect next, after one of you won the staring contest, but there was a hope that in the meantime of looking into his eyes from across the room, you would finally learn the right thing to say. Unfortunately, your hopes of ever learning were crushed by his absence and now, you could only ask yourself if there was a reason for his presence fading and if that was his interest for another woman. One that he could talk with, for sure, and it was impossible not to love.

At the end of the day, you didn't know much about Zuko beyond his name, what he worked with and what services he offered to Poppy Beifong, only because she had once mentioned that the talented lawyer downstairs was a little lazy and that she was grateful for you being able to organize everything in a way that made it easier for the law consultant to work faster when he was needed and that was how you clicked what exactly was he doing up here when you bumped into him in the corridors. You also knew the law firm he worked for was owned by his uncle, but that was not much, and even the fact that you were sure his lunch break always aligned with yours could not be supported anymore by a whole week of vanishing completely. The options were that you were wrong about his schedule, a possible sickness, or he was out in very expensive restaurants trying to impress his coworker to the point of her being head over heels. None of which sounded pleasant to think about.

The possibility that you were about to be faced with a heartbreak without even shooting your shot made you ill. You thought about cancelling, but Toph looked so excited about it that you didn’t have the heart to frustrate her plans even though your own expectations for tonight had been busted. This night was going to be the first time you were going out with them in the entirety of your four months here, finally yielding under the pressure of the invites you thought were made only out of politeness. Now that you accepted, changing your mind midday was a guarantee that you were probably never going to be invited out again, so you just tried to not focus on the idea of seeing Zuko with another woman and looking at her with something in his eyes that was more than the awkwardness and embarrassment you earned or that blank stare when he was fixated on something. It was not fair. It did not feel fair. But of course, what could’ve you done? They worked together and the oh so lovely Katara probably was capable of sustaining a whole conversation without running away or overthinking everything she said and then killing the conversation by saying something really odd, despite thinking too hard on what she should say. You were pathetic. You were sure of it now, if all that came before was not enough to indicate that, but instead of doing something about it, you decided that you should just accept it for today and be pathetic on your own, without making it everyone’s problem. The happy hour was going to happen and you were going to watch Zuko and Katara together, laughing and looking at each other, despite having called the encounter a date between the two of you earlier.

After telling yourself you were not going to think too hard about it and then proceeding to spend the whole day thinking too hard about it, you reached the very obvious conclusion that you absolutely dreaded the thought of having to face him after saying that, but as if the gods and spirits were in your favour, by the time all of you had to meet at the hall, none of the lovey dovey employees of the law firm were there. You sighed, letting go of the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding in the way down.

“Katara told us to get going so that we can find ourselves a good spot in the bar. They had something urgent come up.” Sokka warned, already waiting for you and Toph outside with the girlfriend he was intending to introduce to his sister. Suki, who was very pretty and pleasant at the first sight, introduced herself as an Aikido instructor, right before adding that it was how she and Sokka had met, when he complained about being placed in a low level in the classes and challenged the strongest one in the dojo to knock him down. “She kicked my ass in less than five seconds. It was humbling, to say the least.” He added, with a tone that indicated that he had made peace with the humiliation to the point of finding it endearing to revisit.

The four of you decided to squish up in an Uber to the bar, and while Sokka assumed his designated passenger princess seat, you, Toph and Suki found a way to fit in comfortably in the backseat. You held Toph’s hand, listening attentively when Suki talked about her work, rather than talking extensively about how the relationship had started out. There would be time for that later, when you should hear all about how Katara fell in love with her coworker too. You inhaled deeply to soothe yourself and when the Uber dropped you off at the bar, instead of breathing slowly and counting five things you see to calm down, you resorted to distracting yourself of that already familiar line of thinking by becoming the waiter’s best friend and trying the most you could out of the drink’s menu before the other ones arrived, so that you wouldn’t be sober to deal with that.

The talk went smoothly with Suki, with Toph’s snarky comments and occasional remarks of how loud the place was and the need to talk even louder. It was probably by smelling your breath when you talked how she realized that not even an hour in, you were already drunk. She decided on not commenting on that, directing her mean spirited jokes at the couple all while still holding your hand. You two were a pair of third wheels after all, it was for obligation that she had to team up with you to crush the spirit of those in love. You wished she kept that energy until Zuko and Katara arrived.

When you tried ordering another drink after downing the last, she asked for water instead, pushing it on your hands when you tried giving it to her. You took it without a word, feeling your face get hot when you realized you had gone overboard. Your friends seemed to be too absorbed in each other's presence to notice that brief exchange, making you loosen up a bit instead of simply closing in on yourself. It was okay. Everything was going to be okay. Just another hour and you could think of a good excuse to leave without raising suspicion about your true motives.

“Oh, finally. Look who it is!” Sokka pointed to the entrance, and you looked at your half empty cup of water, drinking the rest of it before taking a look. “I was almost convinced that one of the two colleagues you talked about only existed in your head.” Two? Your brows furrow in genuine confusion and your eyes shoot up at an astounding speed.

When you looked at the couple that had just arrived, your gaze was met with three people instead of the two you expected. You realized a few things when observing the newcomers: for starters, Katara was absolutely beautiful. You were fixated on her face and the sweet smile on her lips, right before your attention was snatched by her hand intertwined with the one of a complete stranger. A tall, bald and muscular handsome stranger. Zuko was right behind them, with that look of a lost puppy you had only seen before when it rained. Then, the second realization kicked right in: if the hand holding meant a thing, the mysterious coworker Katara was in love with was that stranger and not Zuko. You got it all wrong.

“You can be so dramatic sometimes, Sokka. It’s a special occasion, of course he wanted to be here for it.” She laughs, and lets go of the stranger to greet everyone with hugs and kisses, even you. She smelled great too. “Hi! Nice to meet you! I’m Katara!” Your eyes widened with the sudden warmth and as she walked past you to Toph, leaving you behind stunned, the sheepish smile was everything you felt capable of offering alongside your name. “Don’t give him a hard time over it or he’s not accepting any of our invites anymore.”

“Please, do not comment on Zuko never going out with us. He’s going to leave.” The stranger's smile widened when complementing Katara’s phrase as he also greeted everyone with a hug and a kiss before sitting in a chair and starting to look at the menu. “It's a pleasure to meet all of you. I’m Aang, by the way.”

“Do you guys realize I’m right here?” It was the first time you heard his voice since earlier this day. Zuko’s face looks so hot and the expression so mortified, that it almost matched the lighter tone of the burn mark.

“I’m sorry. We didn't even know you knew Toph and it’s not like you were interested in spending the rest of your Friday with us before.” Katara shrugged, unapologetic, already finding a seat by Aang’s side. The only place there was for Zuko was… beside you. He realized that and seemed even more agitated before taking his seat.

“Zuko actually just met me earlier today. My mom likes the guy and talks to him lots and lots, what can I do? I thought it would be nice to finally introduce myself to him and ask him to come. Not my fault I’m more convincing than any of you losers.” Toph laughed. Your shoulders touch his and the room feels a little too crowded suddenly. Or was it the alcohol catching up to you? You felt hot. Like you could use another cup of water, actually. Or maybe washing up your face would suffice?

“Excuse me.” You ask, getting up too suddenly, by the surprised looks on everyone’s faces. You laugh nervously while not offering any explanation, before heading up to the bathroom, crushed under the weight of his gaze following you. You couldn’t even be sure if someone had tried talking to you, not like you were listening anyway.

For a bar like that, loud and busy, the bathroom was surprisingly empty. There were other girls around still, but not a lot of them, which made it easier to slide in there, wash up your face and look in the mirror for an unsettling amount of time without disrupting some kind of queue. Staring at your image reflected in the mirror, you could only look slightly better than a few minutes earlier, now that you realized the thought that consumed you the whole day was all a misunderstanding. Now, instead of feeling just pathetic, you felt pathetic and stupid. Pathetic, stupid and very drunk, after making that much ado about nothing. You can’t even bring yourself to return immediately to the table, going to the bar counter to ask for another cup of water. You needed to sober up and try to not keep making a fool of yourself.

“You should probably eat something.” It's sudden and you jump in the stool, a hand over your heart with the scare. Zuko’s voice disturbs the noise and the fact that it’s him contributes to leaving you even more petrified. He sits in the stool by your side, asking for a drink. “Aang accused me of scaring you off.” You almost miss that, his voice sounding a little too low for such a place. “I can go if me being here is a problem for you.”

“What? No!” You’re too stunned to form a coherent thought, taken aback with the idea that he could really think that. Well, yes, you needed some time to deal with the fact that you went a little insane earlier and now you would have to bear the consequences while sitting beside him, but that was not his fault. If someone was guilty, it was you. Your wide eyes go up to his face and he tries so hard not to look at you, but ultimately, he just stares back.

“I don't think the others heard, but Toph said you may have drunk a lot. I just… wanted to ask if you’re okay.” His drink and your water are placed in front of you both, but it takes a few seconds to notice, still looking at him.

“I am, yes. It was just… well, I had this awful thing on my head the whole day and ended up realizing that I was being a little stupid about it. It's not a problem with you.” Your shoulders shrunk when you shrugged, drinking the water and laughing nervously.

“Oh, yeah? Can you tell me what it was?” The soft tone of his voice makes you feel comfortable. You probably shouldn’t do it, but you nod almost obediently, the alcohol messing up with your notion of what was acceptable.

“I thought you and Katara were dating.” He coughs immediately, resting his cup at the counter to clear his throat. His face told you everything you needed to know: he could not fucking believe it. The cough turns into a mixture between a cough and a laugh and when he won’t stop, your eyes go even wider and your face even redder, fearing that you could be the very first one to kill someone by saying something absurd. You offer your water and he takes it, already asking for another to replace the one he took.

“Me. And Katara.” Eventually, the cough laugh moment ceases, and there is again this familiar silence while he downs the rest of the drink right after the water, as if to soak up a little liquid courage. “Aside from the obvious, that she's dating my best friend and is a dear friend also, why was that awful?”

There is a kind of expectation in his eyes when you finally manage to lock your gaze into his again. You had never been so close before. It was clear at this distance that the left side of his face, the one where the burn mark was, would always be stilled and couldn’t contribute much to the expression, but somehow, he managed to put such intensity in only his right eye, that you felt almost crushed under it.

“Do you like her?” Instead of answering his question, that's the best you can come up with.

“She’s my friend, of course I like her. If you want to know if I like her romantically, though, that is a different matter.” Another drink for him. It does not seem like any of your fancy drinks from earlier, but he just took them without giving it much thought. Without even making a face. “And the answer would be no, in that case. We’re not dating and I’m not sad she's with Aang because I’m secretly in love with her.” His need to be very specific probably intended to kill your possible reasoning before it took place.

“That's… great, I guess. That your friends are happy and you’re happy for them.” You nodded to yourself, stretching up your hand to call the bartender. Maybe it was automatic or intentional, but he rested his hand on your forearm for a moment, lowering your arm. Your skin burned under your clothes.

“They serve espresso martinis here.” He mentions and when you open your mouth to say that you shouldn’t drink anymore, he shakes his head in agreement. “We’ll get just a regular espresso. Is there something you want to eat?” You reached out for the menu and started analyzing your options, pointing out to him, without even thinking of telling him he didn't have to do that. To guarantee that you were hydrated and fed and the most sobered up possible. He didn't have to do that, but you liked that he did and the attention made you feel happy, erupting in sudden giggles and low laughs when you thought he wasn’t looking.

When you finished eating and drinking the strong coffee alongside another cup of water, you went to the bathroom one more time before you two returned to the table. The fact that both of you had passed the last hour at the counter was not pointed out or that he was helping you walk back without falling with your unstable stance. No one said a thing, but when you sat by his side for the rest of the night and actually managed to take part in the group conversation, it was noticeable how much more used to each other the two of you seemed.

*

Zuko still couldn’t fully wrap his head around your unintended confession. He didn't think that you yourself could. The drunkenness probably protected you from realizing you told him that the idea of him and Katara had disturbed you the whole day to the point of drinking more than you should before he even arrived. He understood the feeling, of course, because after spending the whole day all smiles with the idea of seeing you out of the work place, Zuko felt his blood freeze for a brief moment when Katara mentioned Sokka was going to bring his new girlfriend to the hang out. They were already on their way and he could not just ask her to stop the car so that he could get off and not step foot in a bar to see you with her brother, the idea tormenting him for almost the whole ride, before she could keep talking about this girl who not only had a name that was not yours, but her description went on to sound less and less like you, until he was completely convinced that was not the case right before they got there; what he couldn’t quite understand yet was why would you tell him that and not answer directly when asked about it. It messed him up.

At the bar counter, you looked at him with watery eyes and a mouth half-open when thinking about the next best thing to say and the only thing he could think about was asking himself if it was bad that he wished to kiss you. It was a whole moment filled with silence, despite the loud music around you; you couldn’t hear it, neither could him. All that could be heard and felt was what one shared look, in which none of you said a thing and yet, the nervousness soon dissipated because it was simply too comfortable to just look at each other without feeling the need to fill in the lack of words because your eyes were doing all the talking. Maybe the messages couldn’t quite fly across without being lost in translation, but if you kept just like this for long enough, soon there would be a shared language between the ones the both of you spoke.

When you two got back, the rest of the night went easy. After a few drinks, everything sounded a little funny and despite the combined efforts of Katara and Aang in messing with him, instead of embarrassment, he shared a few laughs more than they thought he would. Zuko couldn’t stop himself from noticing how the Beifong girl clung to your hand and sometimes, despite being the loudest at the table, she would say something in your ear low enough for no one else to hear and only to make you laugh. He couldn’t decide if he was jealous or curious, but reminding himself that you were friends with her long before he even set sight on you was enough for him to accept that at the end of the day it was only natural that she knew best what to say. At some point, he would be able to lean in and whisper something in your ear without it seeming weird for everyone else. For now, the smiles he earned from you would suffice.

For someone who was not into social gatherings at all, Zuko feels weirdly disappointed as soon as people start to leave and the bar starts to empty itself, which means that soon all of you are going home too. It's late at night now and everyone at the table with the sole exception of Aang had enough alcohol for today. At some point in the night, you even got back to sipping an alcoholic drink without feeling the need to empty the cup as soon as it got on your hands, which meant that even if you were hydrated, you’re still far from sober.

“I’m headed to the West Side, any of you want to go with me to the subway?” That same unstable stance when you walked back from the bar was very noticeable now with you standing up again. Zuko held your elbow in order to help you balance yourself.

“You’re not taking the subway in these conditions, I can drive you.” He offered with a slight slurring.

“You are not driving in these conditions. Your car is not even here.” Aang intervened, asking for a last round of water for everyone at the table and thrusting each of them a bottle to their hands before paying for everything consumed. Toph was not even given a chance. Zuko rolled his eyes at the comment when taking his card back from Aang’s hands.

“It's not the end of the world to take an Uber, you know, you guys should try it.” Toph also talked with a slur to her words, which made you giggle. She was already asking for her car on the phone.

“All of you had a drink, so do as Toph said and call an Uber, okay? It's safer, since I can’t fit the five of you in my backseat.” Aang agreed, lowering his voice to sweet talk Katara into drinking her water and offering his own bottle when she asked for more. Your eyes fixated on them and Zuko let his eyes rest on the way you looked when soaking up all the interesting details in the environment. He was still supporting your elbow.

“As your girlfriend’s brother, I’m going to call dibs on the backseat with Suki. We’re almost neighbors anyway.” Sokka put his coat on, helping Suki to dress her own before saying goodbye and heading out without even giving Aang a slight chance of denial.

“That settles it, then. Suki and Sokka come with us and we trust that our very responsible friends are not doing anything stupid when we turn our backs?” The three of you just shrugged. After the two bottles of water, Katara sounded almost sober and equally nice, saying goodbye with another round of hugs and kisses before clinging to Aang.

“Hey, if you two are going West, we’re all going in the same direction. We can add stops and take the same Uber.” Toph suggested, before confirming the Uber ride. Zuko and you agreed.

“Alright. Let me know if you guys got home safe, please.” Aang passes an arm over Katara’s shoulders as they leave.

“Okay, Dad.” You retort when he’s already at a distance, with a chuckle, making him turn his head to offer you a smile and a wave goodbye. Zuko waved at them, taking his things and offering to hold the bags you two brought.

Now that they were gone and the Uber was close, you three headed out last to wait by the sidewalk. There is a silence and now that he’s not keeping your arm close, you’re back at the handholding with Toph.

“So… I’m back to third wheeling?” The girl finally asks, that same mischievous grin from earlier spread across her lips.

“Shut up, Toph.” You censored her, rolling your eyes before reading the car plate from the vehicle approaching. “No such thing as third wheeling when there's not a couple around.”

Zuko didn't say a thing, waiting for the car to stop before occupying the passenger seat, not wanting to be squished in the back with them and taking the risk of things getting awkward.

“You two are pathetic.” She murmured, the slurring even more pronounced with her voice lowered. Zuko tried to distract himself by talking to the driver, but he seemed more interested in whatever was going on with the strangers in his car and decided to not endorse the avoidance. “Sokka and Katara are very nosy people who compare notes about their friends all the time and the fact that I can notice what’s going on and you two are incapable of admitting is revolting. I’m fucking blind!” In the rearview mirror, Zuko can see that your lips are pressed together and your gaze is directed to your feet, avoiding his eyes.

“Don’t do that.” He warns, noticing that not even the drunkenness can make it easy on you. It removed some of his own shame, but he perceived that the same could not be said of you.

“Or what? I’ll have to be around you all the time while the couples are together, as if you two are capable of paying attention to anything that is not each other?” Her own face is red, and Zuko can’t say if it's genuine anger or pure exasperation. Her stop would be the first in a few minutes, but it seemed like the two of you had pissed Toph to a point that she could not take it even for a quick ride home. “I thought that making you two finally sit together close enough to be obligated to talk could solve this, but there’s no difference! You didn't even exchange numbers! It's fucking maddening.”

“We talked.” You murmured, defending yourself with such a quiet voice he almost couldn’t hear you. That prevented Zuko from asking more about what she meant by making them sit together and if that was why she had made a point to invite him herself.

“Yeah, you talked while at the bar and then got back and decided to not keep doing it in front of us.” Toph laughed, as if she couldn’t even believe it to start with. “What are you guys so afraid of? It's not like you work at the same place or one of you is dating someone else. You worked with us for four months and three of those were spent obsessing with some guy you don't even know!”

“I was–I was not obsessing.” The denial may come easy to you, but the stutter betrayed the truth in the accusation.

“Don’t bother. Zuko’s not going to judge you because he’s not any better, eh?” His jaw becomes tense, still watching the scene back there in the rearview mirror. Toph had a sardonic smile, as if she could say that she had his attention. “He started coming up to our office in person to deliver work only so that he could see you.” That makes you look at him, finally. Your eyes are in the mirror looking for him, surprisingly, he does not avert your gaze.

“What?” Toph’s smile widened and so did your eyes when he didn't even try to deny. “Is this true?”

“I had never talked to him before today, even though our families are very close, because not only does he almost never leave his office, he's also never out in public for long after work and never bothered to be introduced to anyone.” It's the final blow to convince you and while you are still appalled, your mind is thrown out of the attempts of guarding yourself from the exposition when Zuko becomes the focus.

So, there it was. Zuko can’t even get mad at Toph or try to argue, because he then understands exactly how he got caught. There was no care in the world that could have protected him; Zuko could try all that he could to hide or disguise his interest, but it was the simple fact that he was interested in something that was surprising in the first place. That had gotten their attention and eventually, with all the information provided, his friends connected the dots leading to you. Understanding floods through him, as the car stops at Toph’s. Nothing is said after that beyond the goodbyes and Zuko takes advantage of the fact that there’s an empty seat next to you to change seats before the Uber takes off.

“You don't have to say anything if you don't want to.” It's the first thing he offers you and the low laugh that comes from you actually does all the answering before your words can try to. You never want to say anything.

“I was afraid you would think I’m insane. You know, for watching you all the time? I don't understand how you… how could you…” You press your lips, disturbed.

“Watch you and go unnoticed?” He completes the sentence and you nod. “There’s this funny thing you do after a while. You look away when you think I’ll see you.”

“And you knew?” He shakes his head, confirming. Zuko sighs, running a hand over his face. “Why have you never said a thing?”

“I was afraid you would think I’m insane.” The parroting makes you roll your eyes, biting your lip. The idea that he was perfectly aware, instead of scaring you off, demystified a part of him in your mind that made him look so unattainable. Along, of course, with feeling a little more ridiculous for being an idiot so openly. Well, at least you were doing it together. “I was planning on asking you out. At some point this week.”

“Was? As in not anymore?” Your need for reassurance gets his eyes on you. He was a little obsessive, and in some way, you could be so much worse. Zuko smiled softly, reaching out with his hand.

“Give me your phone.” There’s no need to ask for more than once and when you put the phone in his hand, he also offered you his with the contact list already open. “I am still planning on asking you out if you want to. Can I consider that having your number means you want to hang out with me more?”

“Well, yes. But Toph and your friends… they said you’re not… you know, you don't like going out. Wouldn't it be… boring, or even annoying? I’m sure I can’t sustain a whole conversation for more than five minutes.” Zuko gives your phone back after writing down his number, looking at you and not saying a thing until you write down yours.

“I think you missed the part they also implied that I’m making an effort for a very specific reason.” The statement shuts you up. He puts the phone away when you give it back.

It’s only in that brief moment, after everything comes clear and the feelings of both of you are out in the open, that he considers the idea that maybe, just maybe, you really are a little crazy. Not for watching him or being awkward or easily embarrassed, but because, even after learning that you’re mutually obsessed with each other, you still made an effort to think of reasons to discourage him. Zuko’s not sure if he finds it endearing or a little worrying or if, at the end of the day, you only liked the idea of him and now that he was too close, it was time to find the next best thing around. Maybe Toph. You sure seemed to be more comfortable around her.

He writes something on his phone and your screen lights up with the notification of a new message. He covers the screen, so that you can’t read right now.

“Answer me tomorrow. The headache will be a pain in the ass but you’ll be sobered up and clear-headed.” You nod, putting your phone away to not even glance at the text.

The backseat of the car is dark and even though three people could normally fit there, it doesn't seem like enough space for the two of you. Probably because you were afraid of letting your skin be provoked with the idea of touching him; you tried it at the bar and not only felt like a shock, it also made you feel like you were burning up a fever all over. He had tensed up earlier when you came close, but he could only pray that your drunkenness at the time had let that go unnoticed. While you burned, he was the one about to start a fire with how his blood boiled under the skin. The lack of lighting helped to disguise how flushed he was, but it didn't help much more, because now that there was no talking to distract him, Zuko felt very conscious of the fact that despite the driver being right there, he still wanted to kiss you.

He wanted to kiss you earlier at the bar counter, when you looked at him as if expecting him to do it and he didn't have the heart to simply lean in and realize he actually had gotten it all wrong and confirming you were not interested. He wanted to kiss you and had not stopped thinking about it even after returning to the table, when you hardly looked back at him. He heard you talking to the others and Toph and clung onto the few words you two exchanged, wondering if your words were everything he was going to get out of you, or maybe if he wished for it hard enough, he could be clinging to your lips eventually.

It was not on purpose. Zuko said to himself, at least, that it was not on purpose that you outstretched your hand and leaned over him to open the window instead of simply asking him. He didn't care if it was calculated to push him around the edge or not, because one way or another, it was exactly what he needed to take the first step. The way you moved, as if not caring that he was on your way, seemed so automatic that when you noticed what you did, your body froze and you looked at him. There was the silence filled with all those things you couldn’t say out loud and that look, the one that he thought to have misread earlier but told him to just take what he wanted because you wanted it too. That look on your wide and watery eyes, as if you were about to cry at any moment if he let you go without finally closing the distance between the two of you and pressing his lips to yours. You don't move away. It takes a while and you don't move away, so how exactly can he? He doesn't. He doesn't want to.

There’s a hunger on his lips that is to die for when his hand finds the side of your face before leaning in and letting himself go. Your arm falls briefly before you can get over the initial startle to reciprocate the kiss, letting your fingers run up to the burn mark, your thumb caressing the skin there when you pressed yourself against him even harder; for a moment he thought you would end the kiss, but the sudden touch along with your lips parting so that he could slide his tongue into your mouth was a nice surprise. Zuko realizes three things when he kisses you: first, he is fucked if you wake up tomorrow and changes your mind; second, you’re still in the backseat of a car and the noise he just heard you make is borderline indecent; and third, not only he doesn't want to stop, but he wants to do it again. He wants to kiss you till you’re out of it. He wants you all to himself and when the car stops at your house and he knows that it’s over for today, the frustrated groan you hear tells you that your arrival home is not disappointing only to you.

When the driver clears his throat to remind you to leave, you chuckle awkwardly before kissing Zuko on the cheek and leaving in a hurry, once you overcome the difficulty of moving away at first. There is a type of hunger that never goes out and that one kiss revealed it to you, passed like a contagious disease through his lips; the hunger that could never be satisfied even when fed was one that kept growing until no amount was ever enough to make it go away. You felt it now. You were going to feel it forever.

Tonight, you were going to lay down on your bed and think about what could’ve happened if you just asked him to go home with you. You were going to close your eyes and dread the idea that it was all a dream, because you felt like walking on clouds right now. You were going to feel the ghost of his lips pressed up to yours and wait for your sleep, because when you woke up the other day, you would be able to answer his message and be sure of it. That you wanted him in the same way and that you would love to go out with him any day now.

Come to the movies with me. I promise we don't have to talk until it ends.

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Zuko x Reader Pt.2

Appa was deep in the abandoned ruins of the Earth Kingdom temple. Laying on his side, he had Sokka propped up against him, Sokka's arms flaying about. He was muttering gibberish as he looked around with a fever induced gaze. He was delirious, and it was getting bad enough to be in a thicket of worry. Katara was sitting next to him, her hand resting over his forehead. It was getting worse. She placed a wet towel over his head, gently easing him back down and coming over to the campfire.

Stirring around the broth, I added in the delicacies that I had picked when I was down at the river. Aang was sitting across from me with his head resting on his knees and his arms wrapping around them. He was staring off into the fire and only glanced up to look at Katara. She sat down next to me, her body seemed to be sluggish.

"He needs to rest. It's going to take some time for this to go through his system." She grabbed his jacket, the sewing utensils in hand.

She must have been more worried then she let on. She was strumming the line through the loop of the needle, her hands moving to work the cloth as she focused her attention on the pattern. She only ever did that when she was trying to release stress. Her and Gram-gram would sit by the fire for hours when she was just a bit smaller. She would be teary-eyed and gloomy about her skills as a water bender, and she would only calm down after some time with her gram.

"It'll be okay. This fever will break in just a few days and he'll feel better in a few weeks." I ladled a small amount of broth out, breathing over the hot liquid until it was cool enough to sip. It needed more garlic leak.

Katara swallowed down a cough, her body shaking as she stopped working the thread and needle. Focusing herself, she moved back to the material and huddled closer to the fire. It was only a few minutes later before she was going into a coughing fit.

"Katara?" I placed my hand over her shoulder, circling over her jacket in a soothing gesture.

"I'm okay, really." She held up her hand, her independence and stubbornness showing itself.

It made me smile. She was always more firm with responsibilities. She never allowed anyone after her. Sometimes, in life, it's required to become a burden. It's needed, even.

"That's how it started with Sokka, and now he thinks he's an Earth Bender!" Aang said, his point being made when Sokka mumbled out, "take that rock."

Ignoring the sickly mutterings of Sokka, I nodded. "He's right, Katara. Here, lets get you in your sleeping bag."

Taking her bag and opening it up, I moved it over to Appa and laid it down. Sokka was still saying one thing or another, his eyes closed. Moving back to Katara, I helped her up and she leaned onto my shoulder as we walked to Appa. Her eyes were closed again and she was dry coughing.

"I could see about finding something to help cure them in the forest, but I've never heard of anything for being sick." I looked up at Aang, and he nodded.

"Look, the map we got shows a medicinal herbalist not too far away from here. I think it would be best for me to go and get some medicine for you guys." He said, unrolling out a scroll and pointing to the location.

"Okay, just be safe." Looking at him, his eyes were trained on Katara.

With a fierce determination, he grabbed his staff and suddenly stopped once an ominous lightning strike went across the darkening sky. The winds were starting to pick up, and the tall grass was moving in one direction with aggressive force. In the distance, a loud echo of thunder cascaded across the valley.

"On second thoughts," Aang put his staff back down, "I'll leave you here."

He was out of sight within seconds. The thunderstorm that was rolling in was fast approaching, and the wink of danger was present in the air. Something was wrong, I could feel it. Doing my best to ignore the sinking of my heart, I ladled up some broth in a bowl and moved to the siblings. Katara grabbed it without hesitation, and while she was busy, I grabbed her waterskin and wet a hand towel. She handed me the bowl back and I placed it over her forehead.

"This should help a little bit, okay?" Moving her hair loops from the way, I brushed the towel into place.

"Thank you, big sis." Katara said with dazed eyes and a smile.

The shock from her words had me staying in place. A harsh tug swung into my heart, the feeling of tears poking the sides of my eyes stinging. Whipping them away, I smiled at her. I knew she was talking without thought, but it still warmed my heart.

"Your welcome."

Sokka woke up and stared at me. After a few seconds of solid quiet, he giggled and kicked his feet in his sleeping bag. He was gone.

"The pretty broth lady is so bowl."

Staring at him for a few seconds, the words not even comprehensible, I nodded. "Yes, Sokka. Broth lady is bowl."

Setting the broth under his mouth, I tipped it up and he sipped it. Once he was done, he sneezed and snot came out of his nose. Grabbing a cloth from my bag, I went over and whipped his nose. "Sokka, blow as hard as you can." Hearing him blow into the towel, I went and washed the snotty rag.

"Alex, you're so kind." Katara mumbled, watching me with the cloth.

"I've been with you two for how long? Some snot isn't grossing me out."

"She's the pretty broth lady. And she is very kind." Sokka agreed, his head rolling back while his eyes closed.

"Is your nose stuffed, Sokka?"

"Yes. With rocks."

"Suck on this." Handing him the grass stick, he sucked on it for five seconds before spitting it out.

Screaming in pain, he was wiggling in his sleeping bag. "Not kind, not kind," he was repeating while the pain subsided.

"Blow now," I held up the rag again, and he blew his nose.

"I can smell colors." He cried, his body settling down.

"Uh, lemon-snelt grass." Katara was eyeing the sticks wearily, her face scrunched up in pain.

"That was enjoyable." I was smiling and looking at Sokka, and I heard Katara laugh too.

"No, it wasn't." Sokka replied, tears still rolling down his eyes.

Washing the rag again, I recalled the memory from when we had all gotten split up. I was caught up in trying to find items to trade for food in the market when Sokka ran off with his new 'job'. It wasn't until I was walking towards the docking area, searching for the small group, that I found the fisherman's wife and her grumpy attitude.

"Oh, those boys went off to search for death," she snickered, "fools are going to get themselves killed. The young girl and bald child had run off together over yonder." She spit on the ground, her body already moving away from me as I tried to understand the situation.

I had to practically hunt her down to understand what the hell was going on. Searching for the two, I got lost and found shelter in a cavern tucked in the woods. I had stayed tucked away until the storm had passed, all I could do was hope that they were safe.

Stuffing a bag with clothes, I laid down closer to the fire. It was growing colder outside. I was starting to feel my body shiver and my bones clatter as I kept the fire going. I would wake up every few hours, check up on them and go back to sleep, and somewhere in-between keep the fire alive. It wasn't until the early morning had set in, the cooing of birds and mumbling of Katara, had I really woken up.

"Alex," she coughed, "we need water."

Momo came flying inside and dropped a crown on Katara. Grabbing the adornment, looking at it with a swirl of questions- where did Momo even get this? I threw it to the side. Grabbing the waterskin with her native tribe art dancing around it, I set it down and grabbed some thicker clothes. It was still dark outside, the morning light was a few hours away, and the frost from the freezing temperatures was not a pleasant sign.

"I'll be back soon, Katara." With a thicket of warm clothing and fur, I slowly made my descent down the slope.

Finding the river, I placed the waterskin down and was met with resistance. Fuck. Trying to crack the thick sheet of ice, I moved my hand over it and pressed my body weight down. It didn't bulge. Moving further down, I went through a wall of trees and bushes, the water source ending.

It was fully frozen over. What fucking luck. Moving even deeper into the forest, I squinted and followed the signs of more water. There had to be another pond, another riverbed, something that was thicker and had less possibility to be fully frozen over.

"Alex?" Aang's voice rang out, his body coming into the moonlight a few seconds later.

"Aang? Are you okay? Everyone was worried-" Looking behind him, I saw a dark lump laid against a tree.

"It's Zuko," Aang said as he looked away from me. Staring at the body, he sighed as he seemed to be having mental conflict. "He saved me. He got hit by an arrow, I don't know what to do."

Looking at Aang, then back at Zuko, I nodded. Putting my hand on his shoulder, I went over to the body. "It's difficult to be in a spot to help your enemies. But, sometimes, it's the right thing to do. Show me the wound."

In silence, Aang took the mask off and I looked over his head. A mild concussion, at best. It could grow worse since he was asleep. Getting up, I looked around the dark forest and squinted my eyes. It was difficult to see anything. Grabbing one thing, then another, Aang watched me quietly. I took off my gloves, pressing the leaves until the mucus slowly made its way out. Firmly, Aang cupped his hands under the dripping sap and stayed still. Once a good amount was in his hands, I grabbed some and rubbed it together.

"This is a ginseng root leaf and aloe tar leaf. When you peel back the root and squeeze the serum out from the leaf, you have to rub your hands together for 30 seconds to activate it." Rubbing my hands together fast, I felt the serum coat my fingers. "Then, you place it over the head wound. It soaks into the skin. It is used for headaches, concussions, and nerve pain in the neck." Spreading it over Zuko, I rubbed the concation into his forehead, temples, and neck.

"The side effect is it can cause rashes over the skin."

"How did you learn all this?" He asked, bending down and watching from the light from the moon.

"I had gone to the Southern Water Tribe when I was 14 years old, beforehand though, I was living out in a similar place. At least, wildlife wise." I smiled up at him, then moved down to Zuko.

Once the ointment was soaked into his skin, I placed the mask over his face and got up. I didn't bother to rub the excess amount off myself, it would be too difficult to wash out. Grabbing the root and leaf, I made sure to place them in the moonlight.

"You know this root is ginseng root leaf by how the stripes are darker than the skin. That tells you that you have the right plant, and that you have a ripe one. For the leaf, as long as you smell that tart and bitterness coming off it, it's the non-poisonous one." Holding it to him, he sniffed it and reeled back.

"Yeah, that stinks." He said, holding his nose.

Smiling, I nodded. Letting the things drop to the ground, I grabbed the waterskin and my gloves. "I was trying to get some water for Katara and Sokka, but my luck ran out." I grabbed the bag by the snout and held it firmly.

"Here," he said, grabbing the bag.

He was out of sight for a minute, then the next he was smiling and holding the thing out to me. Grabbing it, the weight of it moving my hand downwards, I firmly grabbed a hold of it and tightened the cap.

"Thank you, Aang. Are you wanting to stay with Zuko until he wakes up?"

"Yes, I do."

"Okay. I'll head back up. It's freezing out."

Feeling a sharp breeze go through me, the chattering of my teeth only added to my case. I could see Aang nod before I turned around, my hands going into the thick of the jacket and to my sides. Even though it had been a few weeks since Zuko decided to bruise me, and the pain was mostly gone, I could feel it aching through the cruelty of the freezing temperatures.

Once I made it back to camp, my body was shivering and my teeth were in a constant rattle. Grabbing the bowl, I poured the water into it and held it out for Katara. She sucked it down, asking for more, and was drinking the batch down. Sokka was right next to her, his throat hoarse from coughing.

Gently lifting the bowl to him, he drank the cold water and sighed in relief. Both fell back asleep quickly, the warmth from the flame and the heat from being so deep in the ruins only doing so much. I rocked myself gently as my body slowly crept up to normal body temperatures. The ache in my side started up and grabbing the makeshift pillow, I laid down by the fire and went back to sleep.

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"You lied to us!" Sokka yelled in disbelief, anger soaking into his words.

It was a fact that was indisputable. Sokka held onto the map, the location of his father sitting right in his hands. His anger was palpable as his eyes squinted downward, the clench of his jaw defining his neck. He was mad.

Katara was in the same emotional headspace as her brother. Her eyes were fiercely sharpened and turned to ice picks, her mood darkening by the second. The air was thick with accusations and disgust, neither of them being able to believe what Aang had said. He had kept their fathers whereabouts hidden from them. It was a betrayal no one had seen coming.

Each turned their backs to him and made their way to Bato, the man not having said much on the matter. "Lets go Alex, we're leaving." Sokka said, his tone not leaving much room for debate.

Looking over at Aang I really took him in. I could see how his eyes were down-turned before he turned his back to us, his regret kicking him. I could sympathize with such emotions. I could understand why he did it, too. It was the price of fear. It made a person grab a hold of something so tightly that it doesn't allow them to understand what they were doing. Isolation can blind a person. The fact that he had to learn the elements before summer ends or he fails the spirit world and avatar cycle was daunting. No less, the pain from losing his mentor, his family, and his culture.

Aang was only 12 years old. He was blamed for a 100 year old war, something that wasn't in his control, and he was faced with challenges that were too high for him to excel. His only backbone through it all had been the small group he had clutched onto. It was a wonder how he hadn't done something worse with those stakes. Looking at Sokka, my eyes were serious, I didn't move. I couldn't leave Aang with the shackles of such a reality.

"I'm sorry, Sokka. I just don't think that's the right call. I'm staying with Aang."

"What? What? After what he did- after what he kept from us?" The words dripped from him with spite.

"Fear can cause people to do things that don't define their character." It was the only thing I could say.

Aang looked at me, his eyes wide. He was shocked in silence, the group having mixed reactions. Katara was throwing daggers at me, her eyes tense with disdain as she wore her anger on her sleeves. She was walking away before I could see the fury in Sokka turn to disbelief. He was struck dumb as his mouth stayed open in shock.

"You don't have to do that." Aang said with every positive intention.

"I'm not changing my mind, Aang. And I wasn't asking for permission, I was making a statement." Looking at him in the eyes, I saw the mix of emotions run through him.

He was still looking out for the group even while being the center of their fury. Moving past him, I helped him pack up and move the items onto Appa. Sokka watched in silence as it finally registered what I was doing.

"That's it then? You're just going to leave us," he paused at his own words, and instead of waiting for a reply, he silently sulked away.

Aang wasn't saying much as he watched me tie a knot aroung the folded up tent. He seemed as dumbstruck from the events as Sokka had looked. It wasn't even 20 minutes later when a Sister from the Earth Kingdom Abbey came running down the hill.

"You have to leave, Avatar." She said in haste, her words coming out patchy.

"I get it, everyone wants me gone." He snapped, the bile rising in his words.

"A female with a creature came looking for you. There was a male who had a scar on his face with her, and they had a necklace to track you down." She finished, her breathing still heavy.

Feeling the confusion at the words, I felt my eyebrow quirk upwards. Necklace? It dawned on me in seconds. Shit, Katara.

"Necklace- oh no." Aang was only a second behind me in thought, both of us were jumping onto Appa before thinking.

It didn't take us long to find the two trapped by a large mole-like creature. Its claws were long, its nose was star shaped. It had no eyes. Aang had no problem crashing Appa into the thing, the creature crashing into a building. Jumping down, the fighting broke out. One minute, Zuko and Aang were up on the roofs, the next; Aang and Zuko were down on the ground. Moving Sokka and Katara away from the fighting, I placed them against the wall.

"Watch out!" Katara yelled, a burst of flames moving towards me.

Throwing the thick jacket in front of me, it engulfed into flames. Checking myself out, I sighed as I saw nor felt anything. No burns nor active flames. Seeing Aang, I ran towards the two and kicked Zuko away from him. In a matter of seconds, Aang was dealing with the oversized rodent and I was dodging Zuko and his hotheaded fighting style. With one burst after another, I maneuvered around the blasts and felt my leg connect to his. I had missed.

It was a quick blur of motion. He would throw his fist out, a sudden cloud of flames moving with his flow of motion. Sending his fist to the ground before his eruption of fire, I threw my hand into his neck. Another rupture went past me, and again. His fist connected with my chin after our sparring session went on, his strength brutal. Ignoring the pain, I stepped into his personal space and kicked my knee into him. I could feel the shift of his ribcage as it rattled from the force of my leg.

The seconds had slowed down. The connection of my knee to his side felt sweet. The revenge from earlier was noticeable in my eyes as he looked at me. The anger swirling around his was thick as I smelled the scent of spiced cinnamon coming off of him. It felt easy fighting with him. It felt comfortable.

Throwing myself away from him, his face covered up with flames, I felt my heart rate pulse to life. Once the fire cleared, he was back in his stance and ready to fight. Shooting out a flame, he kept me from getting too close. Dodging, almost running from each attack, I was grabbing the dagger pinning my hair up and throwing it at him. Once more, his sleeve was caught in the building and pinned him in place.

Punching him, he knocked the thing loose and punched me back. I could hear the sound of his knuckles breaking the skin of my lip, the ache only reinforcing the damage he did. Stumbling back, I put myself together and kicked into him. He dodged, and then he was back on the offensive. He thrashed his fists out, some connecting to my sternum, others going into my side, but most were dodged.

Throwing myself down and kicking his foot from under him, I saw his body stumble down. He caught himself before I was back up, and his fist punched out a thick haze of fire. Reaching for his hand, the flames dissipated and I threw him back. Watching him stop and stare at me in confusion, he stayed still and looked at his extended hand. I noticed I was the only one panting hard. Before he had the chance to think about it, a harsh wind was throwing him back. Catching sight of Appa, I moved out of the way. Aang was back to Zuko, their bending doing more damage to each other than my fight with him had. In seconds, I was catching glimpses of Aang and Zuko, and then the next thing I saw was a downpour of perfume that consumed the place.

Feeling my headache throbbing at all the scents, I held my arm up and tried blocking it out. The creature was going out of control. Attacking anything, Zuko and the female were down. We were bolting out of there before we could talk it through.

Everything that happened next was a haze. Sokka and Katara were apologizing, Aang was understanding, and the whole conversation had ended much faster than I thought possible. Trying to wrap my head around it all, I was dumb struck next to Sokka from earlier today. Aang was driving us away from the village, and Sokka was eating some food. Katara was leaning over the side of the saddle, her mind far out.

Trying to digest everything, I grabbed my bag and opened the ointment for concussions. I wasn't sure if I had one, but with the way my head was spinning and how hard it was to concentrate, I figured it was safer than sorry to deal with some bad acne for a while.

With the ache to my chin and back, I felt a new round of bruising occur. I could only imagine what my face looked like. Feeling the scrapes from the fall, and the contact from the ground, I knew I was banged up. The dull throb in my hands didn't help. My lower lip pulsed as my teeth rattled inside my head each time I licked over them.

Moving over to place the ointment away, I looked over at Aang discreetly and grabbed some maytea extract, tang-la mao, and bay root. Making the ingredients into another ointment, I placed them into a canister and moved over to him. Tapping his shoulder, I handed it to him and he looked at me confused.

"To help the scrapes. Being thrown into a roof will do that."

"Thank you."

"You as well Sokka, I saw those shingles land on you."

"Well, I'm glad someone noticed." He shot Katara a playful glance, moving over to Aang and sharing the gel.

Moving back to my spot, I felt a blush take hold. While Sokka was preoccupied, Aang looked at Katara. Hearing his voice, the conversation didn't stick as I got lost in my own thoughts. The scent of burnt cinnamon was thick in my nose. The memory of feeling his hand connect with my skin was making my stomach do flip-flops.

Seeing Aang pull out Katara's necklace, I felt my body freeze in confusion. Did Aang propose to Katara? It took a few seconds of listening into the conversation for me to sigh a breath of relief. Oh thank the Spirits I misread that. I'm too young to have that problem on my hands.

Going back to my own delusional state of mind, I tried to ignore the images. Each time we fought was another punch to the gut with emotion. Something primal churned inside me, the thought of his eyes making me purr. I could see them clear as day. I could feel the strength behind each hit, his broad body only defining his power.

I felt my mouth salivating for him. The hatred and determination in his eyes only fueling the pulse of fire in him. His scar was a reminder to him, his scar was what made him beautiful to me. Once again, we were in the air as I tried to combat the thrumming ache in my body and the thoughts grasping me in a firm choke hold.

[weretigeress]

just posted my first fic ever. i'm kinda nervous. if anyone's interested in a little zuko x reader being awkward turtleducks together, you can check it here!

[kasagia]

THANK U FOR THAT FIRST PART IF THE ZUKO STORY I AM OBSESSED WITH IT!!! WILL BE SAT FOR THE NEXT PART WHENEVER UR READY <3

Thank you so much, my dear anonymous!!!! 🥰🥰🖤🖤🖤

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I'm writing the next part and it should be out on Wednesday-Friday, but we'll see how it turns out. I have 4 parts planned for Midnight Rain, but if you want, we can make it a little longer. Anyway, thank you all very much! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[unknown-apple]

Mayhaps familial fluff with Fire Lord Zuko and Fire Lady reader? They have a few little ones already, maybe another on the way, and it’s just a cute little family day that they were able to delegate?

Zuko seems like the type to play on the floor with his kids, teach them to swim, feed animals with them—just really cute stuff even though his RBF paired with his scar makes him look scary-

Notes: damn bro, I took the whole day and some more to write this (got stuck a few times and had to ask my friends for help) BUT HERE IT IS! Hope you enjoy it!! Also, it's not proofread so if you find typos pls ignore them 🙏🏻

Tags: fluff, sprinkles of angst, your and Zuko's kids have names, their ages are left up to interpretation. Mentions of pregnancy. (tell me if I missed something in the comments)

Word Count: 2,394

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Zuko being able to spend time with his family— actual time, and not just the few moments in the early hours of the morning when he got ready, kissed you goodbye, pat the kids on the head, and went to work. No, this was one of those one in a blue moon times where he had the day off.

Naturally, he wanted to spend the day with you and his kids, so without telling you he could, he woke up early and went into the kids' rooms, woke them up and whispered to them: "Let's surprise your mother" with a silly grin on his face.

Your daughter, Nami, the youngest of the two, jumped in excitement, meanwhile, your son, Kai, rolled over on his bed, groaned, and only got up after his father pulled the covers off of him.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going…" He said, rubbing his tired eyes to try to get sleep to let him go.

Nami waited for her brother, while Zuko walked ahead to the training room, where you usually went when you had the day to yourself. They both ran to catch up with their father's long strides (cons of being tall), and smiled as he opened the door (Well, Nami did, Kai had that neutral, almost annoyed face he inherited from his father).

They opened the door to find you hitting the straw-made training dummy with such strength that you almost broke the bag covering its makeshift body. While the kids watched, Zuko slowly approached you, making his footsteps as light as he could.

Nami admired you, while Kai just stared in awe at how serious you were with your fighting abilities. Zuko got behind you as you prepared another strike, and gently blew cold air into your ear, startling you so much you almost kicked him, but he was able to avoid it, somehow.

"You scared me…" You said, half-laughing, half wondering how he was there since he was supposed to be attending a meeting at the moment, or at least, that's what he said… "what…?" you didn't finish the sentence as Nami came running and hugged your legs.

"Mommy!" She said, burying her face in your clothes.

"My little firefly, what are you doing here?" You asked, looking at your husband and silently asking him for an answer.

"Daddy said we were gonna surprise you!" She smiled innocently at you, the little gap between her teeth showing.

"Didn't you have a meeting today?" You asked, raising your eyebrow at him.

Zuko looked at you with a small smile that seemed to say 'please don't get mad at me', "Well, I might have made that up." He sweat-dropped at your face, knowing that if it weren't for the children being there, you would have hit him for real. "I wanted to surprise you, it was all in good nature, I swear!"

Kai just looked over at the three of you, arms crossed, completely unimpressed. "It's true." he said. It seemed that in a rare instance of benevolence, he wanted to back up his father.

"Well, now that you're here, I guess we can all train together." You clasped your hands together, smiling.

"Oh~!" You heard Nami speak, "Can you teach me? Can you teach me?" She asked, almost begging.

You smiled at her, being as eager to learn how to fight like you were when you were her age. "Sure, come here," you motioned her to the center of the room, where you started explaining the correct position to form a basic attack. "if you're ever incapacitated from using your bending, you can-"

"Can you please teach me the cool fight moves you used earlier?" She asked, interrupting you.

"Well… those moves are a little advanced, and someone your age shouldn't be-"

"PUH-LEASE…" she begged, putting her hands together as if she was praying.

You looked over at Zuko for support, who decided to absolutely betray you, and said: "Well, if she wants to try it, we should let her."

Nami got happy hearing that, and since you didn't want to disappoint, you guided her into position, and she copied you as well as she could. When you hit the dummy, she gathered all the strength she had in her body, and used it, making a small mark on the straw body of it. She seemed so happy she managed to hit it, she looked at you expectantly, waiting for your verdict.

"You did great!" You said, "Please don't use it on living things, though."

"Kai, Kai, come here, let's do it together!" She called over for her brother, who seemed surprised she even acknowledged his presence, given that whenever she was excited, she seemed to concentrate too much on the thing she was doing.

"Uh… I'm not sure." He said, trying to discourage her.

"Come on, Kai! Are you scared of a little fight?" She teased him, which made Kai frown and begrudgingly approach.

"Fine… just make it quick…" He sighed.

So for the next few minutes, you taught both kids the basic stances for fighting and some moves to use their bending with, while Zuko comfortably stood on the side, watching you three. Those few moments gave him time to reflect on just… how much he missed family time.

He didn't really acknowledge how much he had been missing you, his kids, this. He remembered all those times he had to travel far away for political reasons, meeting with the people, stretching hands… he had received letters of everything during those, but of course, a letter isn't the same as watching his son stumble through a stance, or watching Nami's face as it lit up when she managed to produce a tiny flame. He felt himself smiling, only for his daughter to call him out.

"Is daddy going crazy? Why is he smiling at the air?" She said, prompting Kai to agree with her.

"He might be… or he might be having low blood sugar due to not eating."

"Oh! Right, we haven't had breakfast yet!" She said.

"You woke them up without having breakfast?" You asked.

He got out of his daydream and shrugged. "It was part of the plan."

"What plan?" You crossed your arms.

He paused, "I- Um… I didn't get that far."

That's when Nami started dragging everyone out and into the dining room, declaring you all should have breakfast there. She skipped steps as she walked ahead with you by her side, as she animatedly asked you about what you wanted to have, meanwhile, Kai walked behind both of you, and Zuko walked behind him. Until he stopped walking for a few seconds, to let Zuko catch up to him.

He asked his father something he had been itching to know. "How long are you staying?"

Zuko tells him the truth "All day."

"Oh." He doesn't react much, something that hurts Zuko more than a knife to his heart could ever do.

"Kai, come on!" Nami calls him, and he speeds up, leaving Zuko to stare at the three of you, sending him into another train of thought, how you had been there for them while he wasn't. How you always made time for them, despite having a busy schedule. That… that made him feel like a failure.

You all had a satisfying breakfast, well, as satisfying as it could be, since the smell of the food made you somewhat uncomfortable. That was followed by Nami declaring you all would play hide and seek in the palace, which led an embarrassed Zuko to hide behind a curtain while Nami tried to find him, her eyes blindfolded, getting directions from her brother, who directed her wrong for almost 10 minutes, as he found it funny to torture his father like this.

After they got tired (Nami got tired) of hide and seek, they guided both of you to the garden, which Kai explained to Nami all he knew about plants and different bugs they saw, while you and Zuko sat together under a tree, watching them from afar.

You looked at the grass for a moment, your face saddened, until you spoke: "Don't you wish you could just… stay like this?"

He knew exactly what you meant. "Every day."

You looked up, seeing Nami and Kai discussing a fat bug they had found on a plant. "You know, sometimes I wake up, wishing that I find you sleeping there, but it's always the same cold space beside me."

That brought pain to his heart. "I hate leaving you three, but… the Fire Nation needs me."

"Mom!" Kai called, a rare smile on his face.

"But your family needs you too," You said, getting up and calling back to your kids, "Coming!" But before you could fully go out of earshot, you heard him speak.

"I know." He said, making you turn back, face softening.

"Mom, look!" Kai held up a bug, making you recoil back.

"Oh, honey, that's… that's cute!" You grimace, "what- what is it called?" You try to make conversation, which Kai takes as a sign to unload every single bit of information he's ever read on this type of bug.

"Well, it's a rhino beetle, and the name comes from the fact that-"

Zuko approached the scene feeling a bit awkward, not knowing how to approach the conversation. This leads him to yet another wave of feeling inadequate, realizing that… the kids probably come here with you all the time, hell, they probably did so much more without him, especially Kai, who, now that he was looking at him intently, had grown much taller than the last time he had seen him. When did that happen?

As the sun was pulling more heat, the garden got unbearable, so you all went into the kiosk that sat nearby one of the garden's gates. The four of you sat on the mat that lay there, and enjoyed the air that came in thanks to the open structure.

Nami quickly went over to one of the cabinets in the kiosk, where the palace maids often stored items, and got some wooden toys out. Of course she had hid them there…

"Daddy, come play!" She called for him, bringing the toys out one by one.

Kai laid down on the side, faking being asleep as to get out of his sister's games. You mostly watched as Nami and your husband played with the wooden items, until the food you had eaten earlier seemed to want to come out. You covered your mouth, standing quickly.

"Excuse me."

Zuko looked up, startled by your sudden uneasiness. "Are you alright?"

You nodded, keeping your hand over your mouth. "Yeah, I just- I just need some air."

You stepped outside the kiosk and quickly walked toward a small open space, taking a deep breath as soon as you were away from everyone. The scariest part of it all, was that this wasn't the first time you'd felt this way; in the past few weeks, you'd been nauseous and tired, far more than usual.

You told yourself that it was probably just stress of living in the palace, of being the Fire Lady, as it wasn't an easy job after all, but there was another possibility, one you were afraid to consider. The hand over your mouth slowly drifted towards your stomach.

"Please, no…" You whispered it to yourself. Not because you didn't want it, but because you were afraid of… everything, really. If you didn't have time for 2 already, how would you raise 3?

Behind you, the sound of footsteps on gravel alerted you that someone was approaching, and when you turned, you found your husband standing there, concern written all over his handsome face. "Are you really alright?"

You quickly dropped your hand before he could see, "I'm fine."

"You're a terrible liar."

You rolled your eyes. "And you're terrible at minding your own business."

"It's my job not to." He said, eyes softening.

"Yes," You began, ready to snap at him, "being the Fire Lord is sorta about being a nosy-"

"I meant being your husband."

That shut you up for a moment, making you become sorrowful that you had gotten angry at him like that, so subconsciously you looked away in embarrassment. He got even closer, taking your face in his hands, cupping your cheeks. For a few moments, he said nothing, just stared at your face, searching for the right words, until he opened his mouth.

"I've… I've been thinking about us lately."

Oh? That was not expected. "About us… how?" You asked, already fearing what he was going to say.

"About all of this, being the Fire Lord, being your husband, being their father." He thought back to Nami and Kai, who were still playing in the kiosk. "I kept telling myself that everything I do if for you three… that if I keep making the Fire Nation better, then it means I'm doing my part." He swallowed hard, "But, I look at them and realize I barely know my own children,"

You reached for his hand, taking it in yours. That made him look into your eyes, and what you saw in his was painful vulnerability.

"I look at you and see how tired you are of handling everything while I'm gone." He hesitated continuing, but the soft look on your face invited him to do so "I'm terrified of waking up one day and realizing that my family moved on without me." He confessed, looking at the ground in shame.

"Oh, Zuko… my Zuko…" You hugged him, and as he held you there, you started to speak "You don't have to be the perfect father, or husband, or the perfect leader… I-… we just want you to be here with us." Your voice cracked while saying that.

"I will be." He promised.

While you both felt the nice gust of wind that ran through the garden, Nami's voice broke through the silence with ease.

"Mommy!" She shouted.

"We better go see what she wants." Zuko said, letting go of the embrace, to which you smiled softly at him, patted your stomach and said:

"I hope you have the same energy for the third one." You walked towards the kiosk, leaving Zuko standing there, confused for a few seconds, until the gears in his head started turning.

"Wait, what?"

[kelppsstuff]

You tell me if this is a good idea or not.

Zuko and younger reader. Where reader is the same age as Toph and Aang. She always had a crush on the older teen in the group and Zuko always saw her as Aang’s friend.

Anyways it takes place years after the war ends. Both are more grown now and it’s been years since Zuko last saw reader. When he does see her at first he doesn’t believe it’s her until she does something so unspeakably her.

Anyways blah blah, reader stays an extra week in the fire nation and Oh no! Zuko’s starting to have a crush, but how?

The idea seems impossible not only to Reader, but to Zuko too.

Also would be amazing if when they were younger there was a moment where Zuko had to let her down and tell her she’s just a kid with a silly crush and that moment comes to bite him in the ass.