Iโm pretty sure gonna be giggling to myself after this but a short story of adult!toph x chubby reader? Iโm just wondering if your comfortable with it tho
toph was lazily sprawled on your shared bed, her arms behind her head, as she listened to your commentary about each piece of todayโs shopping haul.
you sigh, checking yourself in the mirror with this new shirt you bought, turning to the side. you press your hands on your chest, pushing it in, picturing it on a smaller girl. it was so tight, maybe you shouldโve went up a size..
โwhat are you sighing about, sweetheart?โ your girlfriend got up, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, propping her chin on your shoulder.
you pout, your tone huffy, as you drop your hands to your sides, analyzing yourself in the mirror. โugh, big boobs are just so inconvenient. this adorable top would look so much cuter if i had smaller ones.. i feel like i just look .. i donโt know, slutty.โ
she hums, โyou think?โ she trails her hand up your waist to your chest, taking hold of one plush breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. โi think theyโre great. i canโt see how you look, but you sure feel perfect.โ
you roll your eyes, โyouโre just saying that. if i wasโ ah!โ you let out a startled whimper as she suddenly rolls your nipple between her fingers, pinching it lightly.
she clicks her tongue, fondling the soft tissue. โi said, youโre perfect. i may be blind, but my other senses donโt betray me. itโs taking all my willpower not to have my way with you right here.โ
you moan softly at her touch, eyes fluttering shut, โt-toph.. ahh.. stop it..โ you couldnโt even think straight anymore, her other hand gripping your waist and squeezing at the flesh there.
she lets go of your tit, pressing butterfly kisses to your nape, hugging you closer by the stomach. โyouโre so fucking hot, every inch of you. it seriously baffles me how you manage to complain about a body sculpted by god himself. and i donโt even believe in god!โ
you huff out a small laugh at the genuine annoyance in her remark, feeling better about yourself. โthank you baby. iโm not saying i look bad, itโs just..โ you glance at the mirror once again, โsometimes i feel soโ eek!โ
you squeal, surprised, when she suddenly lifts you up into her arms bridal style, with no prior warning. โtoph!!โ you whine at her, clinging to her tank top.
she grins, beefy arms flexing as she easily curled you in her arms, like you were her warm-up, โthis is what youโre complaining about?โ
you flush, always so flustered at how she could manhandle you with little to no effort. you pout, โitโs not about that! itโs about the clothesโโ
โfuck the clothes,โ she interrupted you, carrying you to bed, and smirked down at you, โyou look better without them anyway.โ
you groan, exasperated. how does she manage to dispell all your arguments so fast? your protests get shoved to the back of your mind when she tosses you on the bed, immediately crawling on top of you.
โlet me show you how much of a goddess you are.โ
โmhm, toph..โ you whimper quietly, stroking her hair as she littered your round tummy with nips and wet kisses, not leaving out a single patch of skin.
โso soft,โ she bit your navel, tongue darting out to soothe it, โso perfect.โ
her mouth travelled up to your voluptuous chest, latching onto one nipple, listening to your pleased moans. โso sweet. maybe youโre right, that top doesnโt suit you. you should wear my hands instead.โ
you could feel her grin against your skin, and you rolled your eyes, blushing. โyouโre such a tease.โ
she peered up at you, batting her lashes innocently. โnot at all. iโm just so in love with you.โ
she laughs at how warm your body gets, feeling your heart rate pick up. โyouโre so cute, sweetheart.โ
you hated how even though she couldnโt see the redness tinting your cheeks, she could still sense it in many other ways.
you flick her forehead fondly, and lay back against the pillows, letting her get back to worshipping your skin with her love bites and honeyed praise.
Synopsis: On an incredibly lonely night Toph gets herself off to the thought of you.
WC: 1.2K
Warnings: Submissive Toph, Masturbation, Fingering, Soft Sex, Toph can't function without her girlfriend, she just doesnt know what to do with herself.
AN: I'm assuming this was a request and I decided to write a little something because needy toph is what the people yearn for and I shall deliver to the best of my ability. I hope you like it.
Toph was restless. The large mattress felt empty without having you spread out across it, occupying almost the entirety of it and still somehow finding a way to invade her personal space.
If that weren't bad enough, the sheets were thinner than she remembered them being a few days ago when you were here. Now, they just felt too loose around her body. And to top it all off, the room was just too quiet without the soft sounds you make in your sleep filling the empty space. She's been trying to fall asleep for hours, tossing and turning, her body coiled with the kind of tension that usually a good night's rest is able to fix.
Tonight was different though, and she knew exactly why she was feeling this way. You weren't there. You were off โ teaching some healing class with katara away from republic city. You've been gone for nearly two days and Toph was already tempted to pull rank and order one of her officers to drive her to your location.
She couldn't handle the distance, not anymore. Toph was used to having you close. Whether it's here in her bed or a few blocks away at your own apartment. You've always been accessible, easy to reach. And now, instead of seeing you when she wants, she's stuck to relying on messenger hawks to deliver your letters every few days like she's some pathetic lovesick teenager.
She missed your voice, your laugh, your warmth, and most importantly she missed you. The way you touched her, the feel of your body pressed against hers, your mouth on her skin as you worshipped every inch of her.
Toph groaned, frustrated, she tossed the covers from off top of her. Her body was warm, borderline feverishโ and to make matters worse her underwear were ruined. The fabric completely soaked through to the point that every time she shifted and her thighs pressed together, the friction would send a pulse directly to her core.
Her mind traced back to you, and suddenly it was your hands on her, your fingers pressing into her thighs, your mouth hot and wet against the skin there as you left open mouth kisses all over her body. Toph's clit was pulsing as she thought back to a few nights ago just before you left. The way your tongue delved deep between her folds, your nose bumping her clit as you fucked her with your tongue.
With trembling fingers Toph slipped her hand under her tank top. The palm of her hand cupping the swell of her breast, caressing the flesh just enough to draw a moan out of her. The tips of Toph's fingers flicked over her rosy, hardened nipple. She imagined the feel of your tongue swirling around it as you took it into your mouth. Your teeth grazing the underside, leaving those marks that you were always so proud of.
โOhโโ Toph whimpers, pressing her thighs together, chasing the friction as she grinded down onto her thigh, her own wetness pooling from her core, decorating the skin there.
Toph's breath comes out gravelly as she imagines your lips on hers, your hands on her hips. She can just about taste your tongue in her mouth, hot and wet. Her hand descends lower, fingers flexing across her taut stomach that was fluttering with each sharp breath she took.
A small, pathetic sound tore from Toph's throat when she reached the waistband of her underwear. Her fingers slid between the thin, ruined fabric that was already soaked through. Toph's fingers combed through her bush hair that was already matted together with her slick. Her breath hitched, her thighs pressed together, her skin was prickling as the throbbing in her core became something she couldn't ignore.
It was almost like she could feel your hands overtop hers. Guiding her fingers through her warm slick folds, parting her pussy lips so the fabric of her underwear could brush against her hardened clit amplifying her pleasure. Toph traced up and down over her slit, purposely evading her clit, feeling her arousal gather on her fingers.
Toph sighs heavily as her fingers continue to glide through her sopping pussy. She dips lower, just shy of her entrance. Toph's breath stutters at the sensation.
God, she wished you were here.
The tips of her fingers make their way back up her slit, finding the bundle of nerves that was demanding her attention. Toph's fingers came in contact with the hood of her swollen clit. Her fingers sliding around the bud, applying just enough pressure to draw slow, even circles around it.
Toph whines low in her throat, clenching around nothing. She could feel her orgasm slowly building. Her mind slips back to thinking of you. You on top of her, your body pressed against her, your lips at the shell of her ear, your voice a low, satisfied purr, as you revel about how responsive she is.
Toph's lips parted, her legs falling open as if she were offering herself up to the ghost of you so you can take your rightful place between her thighs. Thereโs a thrumming under her skin thatโs only getting worse. Her stomach tightens as her fingers dip lower, teasing her entrance as she slips two of her fingers inside.
The stretch had her biting down on her lower lip hard, pulling it between her teeth. Her walls immediately clamping down around her fingers hard, pulling them deeper.
Toph's head was strewn back against the pillow, she imagines your fingers thrusting in and out of her, curling, hitting that spot that had her panting, and begging for more.
Your name fell from Toph's lips as she frantically fucked herself to the thought of you. Her fingers slamming into her inner walls with each powerful thrust.
Toph imagined your lips on her neck, the sound of your voice encouraging her to go deeper, harder, faster as she desperately chased her release.
Toph's hips lifted, her body jerking as the pressure built low in her belly. A stream of expletives left her lips mingled with your name as she fucked herself. Her walls clenching around her fingers, her thumb clumsily skidding over her clit.
Toph could hear the wet squelching of her cunt filling the room combined with her ragged, uneven breath. She could feel the ghost of your touch as she imagined your fingers replacing hers, twisting and curling in her cunt, mapping the terrain of her inner walls, working those breathy moans from her body.
โYes,โ Toph choked, noisily. โYes, baby, just like thatโโ
The dam finally breaks. Giving her that relief her body so desperately needed. Her body jerks as she grinds onto the palm of her hand. Bringing her fingers deeper inside of her. Toph's back arches, her eyes begin to water as she curls her fingers prolonging her orgasm as long as she can.
She collapses onto the bed as the final tremor subsides. Toph lay flushed and breathless, basking in the aftershocks of her pleasure. She rolls over on her side, skin saturated in sweat, thighs still slick from her release.
Now that her arousal was sated, all that remained was the lingering thoughts of you. Toph always enjoyed how you let her curl up against you after sex. She secretly loved the fact that you were adamant on being the big spoon. Some nights, she couldn't fall asleep until your arms wrapped around her midsection, pulling her closer to you.
The exhaustion that Toph had been fighting earlier seemed to be approaching rapidly. Toph curls into herself. Reaching across the bed where she knew your pillow resides. She lifted it to her nose, inhaling. It still smelled faintly like you, and the ache in her heart that had become nearly unbearable in your absence was now a distant hum as sleep finally overtakes her.
Summary: in which a sheltered earth kingdom noble girl reads a letter she was never meant to see, and spirals into wanting a fire lord sheโs not allowed to have until stolen glances turn into stolen nights, and the line between fantasy and fate gets harder to draw between them.
Content: adult zuko, smut, use of y/n, yearning and more yearning.
Note: tried to keep the lore accurate with some help !! not proofread we die like men. highly suggest listening to โguilty as sinโ by taylor swift as it was the inspiration for this work (along with the edits).
His letter danced between your fingers as though it carried the weight -and heat- of the Fire Lord who had written it. It stung, lingering there, almost uncomfortably, as if it knew it wasnโt meant for you.
You were not supposed to read the invitation to the ceremonial ball being held at the Fire Nation palace. Nor the apology addressed to your father, the esteemed noble of the Earth Kingdom.
And certainly not the part where he suggested- no, requested your presence.
Not after the way he described you.
โโฆbring the young lady who could not help but fidget with her hair in the breeze atop the cliffs of Ba Sing Se when last we met, noble lord. The one with the small mole near her left ear. I would welcome the opportunity to make her acquaintance, for the sake of alliance. And I believe she may find enjoyment in the ceremony.โ
Those words followed you to bed. There was no escaping them.
No escaping him.
You could only lie there, staring into the darkness, imagining the way he must have spoken those words, whether he dictated them to an attendant with that quiet authority of his, or perhaps wrote them himself. They meant something to you. Something unfamiliar, something you had thought long gone.
Your palace was comfortable. Your life was comfortable and safely distanced from every nobleman and every person who, like him, had once expressed interest in knowing you. You had grown used to it. Used to not being known. Used to beingโฆ comfortable. Maybe that was why the thought of seeing him again felt so tempting, and at the same time, so terrifying.
What if he liked you? What if he thought of you the same way you found yourself wanting to think of him?
With your parents dictating your every move, you werenโt even sure you would be allowed near him, let alone entertain such thoughts. Were you allowed to feel them? To want them? The question alone was enough to unsettle you, to undo you in ways you didnโt quite understand.
โAm I allowed to cry?โ
You turned onto your back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, and let the Fire Lordโs letter slip from your fingers onto the floor. And still, your mind returned to him, to his eyes, to the way they had lingered. Not improper, never that, but intent. Curious. Careful in a way that almost made it worse. So properโฆ you almost wished he hadnโt been.
Your hand, still warm from holding the letter, drifted downward, so hesitant and uncertain before you stopped yourself, breath catching.
No. Not now. Not like this.
Who were you to think of Zuko that way?
You turned onto your side, pulling the sheets closer around you as if they could quiet the thoughts still echoing in your mind. Eventually, sleep found you, though not without his voice, his gaze, and the promise of that invitation following you into it.
I dream of cracking locks
Throwing my life to the wolves
Or the ocean rocks
Crashing into him tonight
He's a paradox
I'm seeing visions, am I bad?
Or mad? Or wise?
The palace was louder than you had imagined. Warmer, too. Gold and crimson everywhere, voices layered over music, movement constant and suffocating in its own way.
Your father had let you go under one condition: donโt speak to the fire lord.
How were you supposed to do that when it was him hosting?
There was a quiet, dangerous thought not so much in the back of your mind.
What if tonight you didnโt hold yourself back?
What if you stopped being the version of yourself they had shaped so carefully, so precisely?
What if you let something break?
The thought alone made your chest tighten.
You could almost see it: yourself stepping forward, closing the distance between you and him without hesitation, without permission.
You swallowed, your fingers tightening slightly around the sleeve of your ceremonial robes, dyed in the deep greens and golds of the Earth Kingdom. You stood beside your mother in a quieter corner of the hall, just far enough from the crowd gathered around your father to avoid drawing attention.
โMay I get something to eat, Mother?โ you asked lightly. โOr perhaps something to drink?โ
She didnโt turn to look at you, and you understood immediately what she thought of the suggestion.
โYou know what your father thinks about drinking,โ she said, her tone measured. Then, after a brief pause, โThoughโฆ I wouldnโt mind something myself. If a server happens to pass by.โ
As if summoned by the thought, a servant carrying a tray of drinks crossed your line of sight, only to disappear again into the shifting crowd.
โIโll get it for you, Mother,โ you said quickly, already stepping away before she could object.
The further you moved from her side, the louder the room seemed to become. Voices overlapped, silk brushed against silk, and the warmth of the Fire Nation court pressed in from all sides. You caught sight of the servant again and slipped through the crowd, reaching for one of the cups just as someone shifted beside you. Your shoulder brushed against another body making the tray tilt, and in the next second, it slipped from your grasp.
Liquid spilled forward in a shimmering arc, straight onto the figure before you.
The room seemed to still.
โMy apologies!โ you rushed out, your eyes dropping to the mess spreading across the polished floor. The words came easily, almost automatic, but they faltered the moment your gaze lifted.
The Fire Lord himself.
For a brief second, something unreadable crossed Zukoโs face. Surprise first, sharp and sudden, followed by a flicker of irritation at the disruption. But then he saw you.
And everything softened.
โFire Lord, I am so terribly sorry, Iโโ you began, already dipping into a bow, only for him to stop you mid-motion. A quiet gasp rippled through the nearby crowd.
โPlease, thereโs no need for that,โ he said, his voice calm, carrying just enough authority to settle the moment. โItโs only a bit of spilled drink. No harm has been done. You may rest easy.โ His gaze shifted briefly outward. โEveryone, do continue enjoying the evening.โ
The attention dispersed slowly, though not without lingering glances.
When it was just the two of you again, he looked down at his robes, brushing lightly at the damp fabric with the faintest hint of amusement.
โNothing a little heat wonโt fix,โ he added, almost under his breath, before reaching for another cup from a passing tray and offering it to you.
Your fingers brushed as you took it.
That alone was enough to set warmth rushing to your cheeks.
It had been a simple gesture, were you going mad by imagining the heat in his touch?
Up close, he wasโฆ unreal. His formal robes were layered in deep crimson and black, threaded with gold that caught the light with every subtle movement, the high collar framing his face, his hair tied back neatly save for a few loose strands that softened the sharpness of his features. He looked every bit the Fire Lordโฆ and yet not at all like the distant figure you had tried to keep him as in your mind.
โThough,โ he continued, his voice lowering slightly, โIโve always believed in fortunate accidents. If not for this, I donโt think I would have had the chance to see you again so soon, Ladyโฆโ
โY/N!โ
Your fatherโs voice cut through the moment before you could respond. He appeared at your side almost instantly, bowing deeply.
โMy apologies, Fire Lord Zuko,โ he said, his tone respectful but strained. โMy daughter is not accustomed to such events. I had hoped her etiquette lessons would have served her better.โ
โAs I said to Lady Y/N, there is no need to apologize,โ Zuko replied calmly. Then, after a brief pause, his gaze flicked back to you. โAt least, not for that. Though I must admit, I had expected better etiquette from you, my lord, introducing me to your daughter sooner.โ
The words left your father momentarily speechless, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face, one you knew would return to haunt you later.
โIโฆ wonder how I might remedy that, Fire Lord,โ he said carefully.
โI believe I know exactly how.โ Zukoโs attention returned fully to you, his expression softening just slightly. โLady Y/N, would you honor me with a dance?โ
He extended his hand. And you didnโt think twice before taking it.
I keep these longings locked
In lowercase inside a vault
Someone told me
There's no such thing as bad thoughts
Only your actions talk
The rest felt like a dream.
You followed him onto the floor, your fatherโs silence lingering behind you, the music swelling around you so soft and fluid, carried by the delicate strings of a tsungi horn ensemble, its melody weaving through the air in a way that felt almost unreal. It stayed with you long after the night ended, echoing in your thoughts even as you returned home.
It was the only thing replaying in your mind when your fatherโs voice broke through it- sharp, disapproving, reminding you of your mistake. He spoke of impropriety, of reputation, of how you would not be attending such events again and certainly not those hosted by the Fire Nation.
And yet, and for once, you didnโt care.
Because the melody was not the only thing that followed you to bed that night.
The memory of Zukoโs hands at your waist lingered just as vividly- steady, warm, grounding. The way his touch had been firm but careful, as though he were aware of every boundary and chose, deliberately, not to cross it. Not yet.
You could almost hear his voice, low at your ear.
โI would very much like to see you again.โ
โMy father wonโt allow it, Fire Lordโโ you had begun.
โZuko,โ he corrected gently. โCall me Zuko.โ There had been the faintest hint of a smile. โAnd why not? I would imagine your father would be pleased to see you in the company of a head of state.โ
You had hesitated, the words slipping out more honestly than you intended. โI can imagine several reasons he would not be.โ
You paused instantly.
โForgive me,โ you added quickly, your gaze lowering. โThose areโฆ unkind and bad thoughts.โ
โThere is no such thing,โ he said quietly.
You looked up at him.
โNo such thing as bad thoughts,โ Zuko continued. โOnly actions that follow them.โ
These fatal fantasies
Giving way to labored breath
Taking all of me
We've already done it in my head
If it's make believe
Why does it feel like a vow
We'll both uphold somehow?
Your hand found its way back to the curve of your underwear. Being able to hear his voice so close, to see his face that close had been enough.
His cheekbones, sharp yet soft in a way that made your thoughts linger far too long on them. His scar, not something that took away from his face, but rather added to it, giving him a kind of depth you couldnโt quite look away from. The loose strands of hair that had fallen along its edge made him look almost unreal, like something carefully painted rather than lived.
He was perfect.
And his figureโฆ You had noticed it too.
You were smaller than him. Noticeably so. He could cage you beneath him if he wanted to.
Oh, you wished he wanted to.
Your hand began to move, drawing slow circles over your clit.
The line of his throat right at the dip of his collarbone, the space between it and his chest- those alone felt like they could trap you, hold you there. You didnโt need to see beneath his formal attire to know his body was strong, well-built. You could already imagine it.
You wondered what it would feel like to touch him. What he would look like with his abdomen marked with sweat that wasnโt his alone, but shared between you both, as he moved against you, as he pushed into you with the same rhythm your fingers were finding now beneath the covers.
The sounds he would make next to your ear, spiritsโฆ If you had barely managed to keep your composure when he whispered to you during the dance, what would his moans do to you?
You came undone under the steady rhythm of your own fingers, your thoughts filled with him- with Zuko, holding your waist against the mattress beneath you as he followed your release with his own. A sound escaped you, unrestrained, as you pictured the way he would look, how he would feel, filling you completely.
As the waves slowly crashed and settled, as your breathing struggled to steady, the thought returned to you.
What he had said.
What he had promised.
โIโll find a way to see you again.โ
What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh
Only in my mind?
One slip and falling back into the hedge maze
Oh what a way to die
I keep recalling things we never did
Messy top lip kiss
How I long for our trysts
You didnโt hesitate this time.
The path through the maze in your garden was already familiar- the quiet turn past the lanterns, the stretch where the guards rarely lingered, the place where the night seemed to fold in on itself just enough to hide you. If it hadnโt been for Zuko, you would have never dared to explore your estate at night, much less to meet him there again and again.
The first time had felt like a mistake.
The second, like curiosity.
By nowโฆ it could only feel like something you had always been meant to do.
And still, as you approached, your thoughts betrayed you.
What if this wasnโt real?
What if you had imagined all of it: the way he looked at you, the way his voice softened when he said your name, the way your presence seemed to undo something in him?
What if this was just another version of the fantasies you had built long before he ever touched you?
You knew you shouldnโt be doing this. And tonight, you told yourself, you would end it before it became something irreversible.
At the end of the maze, he was there. As striking as ever.
His smile appeared the moment he saw you- but it faltered just as quickly when he noticed the worry written across your face.
โWhat is it?โ he asked, already moving toward you, concern evident in his voice. โHave you been hurt? Has your father said anything to you?โ
His hands came to your shoulders in a reassuring way, until he realized.
You werenโt just worried. You were crying.
He pulled you into an embrace without hesitation.
โWhat is it, Y/N?โ he murmured. โCan I help you somehow?โ
You stayed still at first, guilt settling heavily in your chest at the comfort of his arms, and even more so when you wrapped yours around him in return.
โWe cannot keep doing this,โ you said, your voice breaking. โMy father will find out. Theyโll send me even farther away, Zuko. I canโt keep doing this.โ
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hand lifting to your face, gentle.
โIโll speak with him.โ
โNo.โ You shook your head quickly, stepping back. โWeโve already talked about what that would mean- for you, for your alliances, for everything. It would ruin you.โ
โIt already is ruining me,โ he admitted, closing the distance again. โI cannot court you openly, and Iโve accepted that, butโโ
โBut?โ you pressed, your tears slowing, something sharper rising beneath them. โIs that what bothers you? That it isnโt proper? That youโd rather stop and find someone you can court without all this?โ
โโbut you deserve more,โ he finished, his voice steady despite everything. โAnd I can give it to you, if youโll let me.โ
He held your gaze.
โYou donโt realize the kind of woman you areโฆ or the kind of man you make me want to be,โ he said, stepping closer. โThe things you do to me- to my mindโฆ it has never been so full of light, and warmth, andโฆโ he exhaled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his own hovering just as close, โโฆheat.โ
His hand lingered there.
โItโs something I cannot describe. Not with words, not with anything that keeps me at a distance from you. Itโs something Iโveโฆโ he hesitated, his voice lowering, โwanted to show you.โ
โWhat do you mean?โ you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
โMay I?โ he murmured, his forehead resting gently against yours.
โPlease.โ
His hand moved to the side of your face, to your neck, guiding you toward him as his lips met yours so gentle, but filled with a quiet urgency that made your breath catch.
And just as urgently, you answered him.
Your hand rose to his hair, threading your fingers through it, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, as if neither of you knew how to hold back anymore.
The night air was cold, and it made you shiver even in his arms, but then his hand settled at your waist, and warmth spread through you, subtle but unmistakable, his firebending easing the chill. It only drew you closer, pressing into him, returning the kiss with even more need.
And there, beneath the moonlight, it was impossible ignoreโฆ
The guilt.
The knowledge that this was forbidden. And, at the same time, it was the most freeing thing you had ever done.
What if I roll the stone away?
They're gonna crucify me anyway
What if the way you hold me
Is actually what's holy?
The knock came without warning. Your breath caught before you could think, your body already moving toward the door as your mind raced ahead of you, unwilling to name the possibility you already felt settling in your chest.
When the doors opened, there he stood.
Zuko, Fire Lord of the Fire Nation, framed by the courtyard light behind him, his presence alone enough to shift the air in the room.
Your heart dropped.
โZukoโโ you began, your voice unsteady, your gaze flickering past him as if the walls themselves might be watching. โYou shouldnโt be here. If my father sees youโโ
โI intend for him to,โ he said, stepping inside before you could finish in a way that only made your pulse quicken further.
Before you could respond, footsteps approached from deeper within the estate. Your father entered moments later, surprise flashing across his face before discipline took over and he bowed.
โFire Lord. Had we known of your arrival, we would have prepared a proper welcome.โ
โI came unannounced on purpose,โ Zuko replied with respect. โThere is something I wish to discuss with you. About your daughter.โ
The shift in the room was immediate.
Your father straightened slowly. โI see. And what matter concerning her would require the Fire Lord himself to come to my home without notice?โ
Zuko did not hesitate. โIf sheโs willing, I intend to make her my Fire Lady.โ
The words landed heavily, leaving no space for misinterpretation.
Your fatherโs expression hardened, disbelief cutting through his composure.
โWith all due respect, Fire Lord, my daughterโs future is not a matter to be decided on impulse, norโโ
โIt is not impulse,โ Zuko interrupted, his voice sharpening, careful of not losing control, but no longer yielding. โAnd it is not solely yours to decide. She is not a bargaining piece. Not for alliances, and not for appearances. She is capable of choosing her own future.โ
Your fatherโs jaw tightened. โAnd you believe that future lies with you?โ
Zukoโs gaze flicked to you, brief but grounding, before returning to him. โI believe she should be the one to answer that.โ
Your father exhaled slowly, studying you now instead of him. โAnd if she chooses you?โ
โThen I will stand beside her,โ Zuko said.
At last, your father spoke, his tone measured, reluctant but no longer dismissive. โIf this is her choiceโฆ then I will not stand in her way.โ
If long suffering propriety
Is what they want from me
They don't know how you've haunted me
So stunningly
I choose you and me
... Religiously
The ceremony had been long, filled with eyes that once judged and now simply watched. Some still uncertain, some still whispering, but none daring to stand in the way of what had already been decided. Of what you had chosen.
And now, as the last of the formalities faded into memory, the palace felt different. It felt yours.
Your steps echoed softly against the polished floors as you walked beside Zuko, your hand resting in his as if it had always belonged there. The corridors of the Fire Nation palace stretched ahead, glowing in the low light of the lanterns, no longer intimidating and certainly no longer foreign.
โYouโre quiet,โ he said gently, glancing at you.
You smiled faintly, your fingers tightening around his. โI think Iโm still waiting for someone to tell me this isnโt real.โ
His expression softened at that. โIt is,โ he said simply.
And for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe it.
The doors opened ahead, attendants bowing briefly before stepping aside to let you pass, and you followed him inside without hesitation.
โThis is yours as well,โ Zuko said, his voice quieter now, more personal as he guided you further in. โAnything you wish to change, you can. Nothing here is meant to confine you.โ
You let your gaze drift around the room, taking in the space and how it opened for you. It didnโt feel like a cage, if anything, it was the opposite of it.
You turned slightly toward him, your expression softer now, lighter in a way it hadnโt been before.
All the years of being what was expected of you felt distant. And standing there, in a place that now felt like it was yours, beside the man you had once only allowed yourself to imagineโฆ
The distance between you disappeared.
You stepped closer, your hands finding him before your thoughts could catch up, and kissed him deeply, without hesitation, right there in the privacy of the chamber he had led you to, away from the noise of the palace.
He responded instantly, just as intense, just as certain.
His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, lifting you with ease as he guided you toward the bed. The next thing you knew, every fantasy you had buried was unfolding beneath him.
The way he moved inside you was nothing like you had imagined, it was deeper, fuller, leaving no room for thought. His hands shifted from your breasts to the rest of your body, learning you, following the rhythm you had unknowingly taught him, his touch moving with growing certainty.
He explored you completely, as if making up for time that had never existed, leaving nothing untouched, nothing unlearned.
His sounds were low and unguarded, everything you had imagined and more. You were certain his voice alone could undo you.
And the most dangerous part was that no longer had to imagine.
Because now, you were his.
And he was yours.
He sent me 'Downtown Lights'
I hadn't heard it in a while
Am I allowed to cry?
The morning after, Zuko woke before you did. From his side of the bed, he did nothing but watch you resting there, peaceful and untouched by the weight of everything beyond those walls.
Every fantasy he had ever had of you had come true the night before.
But, spirits, the way you had tasted on his tongue, the way your breasts had felt in his hands, the exquisite sounds you had made, the way your body had looked beneath him, tightening around him until he had nothing left to giveโฆ none of it compared to what he had imagined in the solitude of his room.
Now your shared room.
Back then, it had only been thoughts- his hand wrapped around himself, lost in the idea of you, picturing the way you would come undone, the way you would fall apart with him, just as you had the night before.
Reality had been far better.
He exhaled quietly, his gaze softening as it traced over your sleeping form. If only you knew.
If only you knew about the letters- all the ruined drafts he had kept hidden, written and rewritten from the moment he first reached out to your family, searching for the perfect excuse to bring you to that celebration.
If only you knew how much he hated those events.
Now you were there: in his chamber, in his bed. Beside him.
And for the first time since taking the throne, Zuko felt something settle within him.
He didnโt feel guilty anymore.
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sooo i hope you liked this? its the first time i try writting this way so hopefully you enjoyed it. Ty for reading ! xx
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