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I'm a hopeless nerd & I draw (I occasionally write too.)
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It is very important to me that everyone knows that, while Vio was the first color to care for Shadow, if you were to split Forge during his time with Shadow post-FSA, Vio would have been the last to fall in love. As for the first color to fall in love… it would be unfair to not say Red, right?
if you vote me for president i vow to make everything the ocean again. no more land only ocean. this will solve all of our problems and replace them with new, far more interesting problems
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
Warnings: Readers gender is never specified, other than that I don’t there is anything?
Word count: 478
You were sitting on your bed, legs crisscrossed, as you watched your husband get dressed. He hadn’t done his hair yet, so with each movement it swayed slightly. You loved your husband's hair; it was so soft and smooth. You have expressed your admiration for it many times. You were surprised he didn’t get more compliments on it—it was probably some of the best hair you’d ever seen in your whole life.
“Zukoooo,” you called out, his name leaving your lips like a melody.
His eyes didn’t turn to you—he was still putting on his formal Fire Lord clothing—but he hummed to let you know he was listening.
“You should let me do your hair.”
He was now trying even harder not to look at you. It was obvious, even from where you were sitting, that his face had just turned really red.
“That’s—there’s no need. I can do it myself, dear,” he tried to brush you off. Honestly, he just didn’t think he could handle it.
“No, I insist.” You weren’t going to give up so easily. You wanted this—needed this. “Just once? Pleaseee!” you practically begged, looking at him eagerly.
Zuko couldn’t say no to you for long. He finally looked up at you, his face as red as the flames he produced.
“Okay, fine.”
You smiled brightly and patted the spot on the bed in front of you.
Zuko scoffed but gathered the supplies anyway and walked over to you, setting everything down beside you before sitting where you had told him to.
“Thank you!” you replied cheerfully. You had been waiting to do this longer than he could imagine.
You sat up on your knees to properly admire all the thick hair you were working with. Truthfully, you were jealous of your husband. Your hair had never looked this luxurious, but at the end of the day, it didn’t matter because technically it was your hair too. Your husband, no matter what he said, would ultimately let you do anything you wanted. He just couldn’t live with himself if he ever made you upset.
You grabbed the brush and slid it through each section, piece by piece. You took your time. You wanted it to be perfect. You wanted him to ask you to do it again.
But Zuko had already made up his mind the second your nails scratched against his scalp, causing a soft, content hum to escape his lips. He would let you do this all day if you wanted to.
He was obsessed with the way your fingers felt in his hair—how they gently brushed against the nape of his neck when you gathered all his hair into one hand, how focused you seemed on the task. It felt amazing, but best of all, you looked so happy.
And Zuko’s favorite thing in the whole world was seeing you happy.
WOOOW look at me posting! Haven’t posted since July…anyways, I’ve been obsessed with Zuko since I was younger and seeing him in the new movie omgggg just brought back everything. I had to write something for him so here’s a little mini fanfic.
