Guards! Put the blond man in spandex in situations!
Ahah you thought it was gonna be a silly introduction? Well me and @sam-i-am-27 (who's writing a fic about it!) have been coocking some more loree. (PREV) I'll be drawing more scenes here on my blog.
when avatar aang’s letter accidentally outs firelord zuko’s feelings for his royal advisor. oh my gosh i’ve been so obsessed with that^^ picture it’s insane i need him to look at me like that. oh and! flirty!reader kinda
<- 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ༄ 𝐜𝐡.𝟐 ->
“Your Highness, the Royal Advisor is—”
“Send her in, please.” The guard doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before Zuko interrupts him. It’s practically routine now, he doesn’t understand why they need to ask him repeatedly, you’re there practically every night!
Not for nefarious reasons, Zuko would never do that. No, it was your duty as his advisor to talk to him and give him advice pertaining to anything he wishes to discuss, be it the weather, your favourite meals for some reason, submarine formations, or just talking, about nothing in particular, your voice always just had a calming effect on him.
“Your Highness.” You greet him as you enter his chambers, a lavish room fit for the Fire Lord indeed. This wasn’t the same chambers that previous Fire Lords had resided in, when Zuko took the throne, he had the Princely palace wing that he grew up in converted to his chambers. The place is beautiful regardless, endless sea of different shades of red that come together just perfectly.
Zuko doesn’t look up from his paperwork as you also greet and then dismiss the guard. “Zuko.” You call out softly after the door closes, leaving you two alone during this beautiful night. There were several lamps lit across the room, illuminating the entire space in a warm glow, but the moonlight tonight is strong too.
Zuko finally glances up at you at the beckoning of his name, the tip of his lips quirking up in the faintest smile. He has disregarded his royal regalia for the day, the crown and heavy robes resting on the other side of the room. Now he’s in simple, comfortable sleepwear, which does nothing to hide his well-built muscular form underneath.
It was no surprise the friendship between you and Zuko. You’ve known eachother since you were children, you weren’t particularly friends, you were just his father’s advisor’s daughter that he interacted with occasionally. The only reason he picked you to be his advisor very early into his reign was the fact that you were critical of his father’s practices since a young age, privately of course, words only Zuko would hear.
It was only after then that a friendship blossomed. You were around him so much that it was inescapable, you were his closest confidant. You knew everything this about him, you were the only person he felt truly open and comfortable around in the Fire Nation, so it also wasn’t quite the shock when Zuko realised the ache in his chest when he saw you was not only platonic or professional but romantic too.
He greets you back with a soft whisper of your name, going back to skimming through whatever the document in front of him was. Zuko cherished moments like this. When it is just the two of you alone, when you could too let your guard down with no watchful eyes and just call him ‘Zuko’.
You were too dressed in casual wear, robes and the pins and medals that are usually decorated on them missing, simple red dress with a hem that kissed the ground and you walked, like you always were during these meetings with him.
“Avatar Aang sent a letter through.” You announced as you walked across his room, one hand holding up your dress so you don’t trip on it and the other waving a piece of parchment around. Zuko is situated in the floor, on a cushion with his legs crossed, a small, short table in front of him with ink, documents and a lamp rested on it.
“Read it out for me?” Zuko asks in a low voice, sleep infecting it and making it gravelly, enough to send a chill down your spine. You feel a slight rush of heat to your cheeks, feeling lucky that he wasn’t looking at you. Is it really your fault? Has anyone taken a look at this man? It’s unfair!
The way the light from the lamp was illuminating his side profile, in the way you could see every contor of his face and scar. He grew up, losing his childish features, replaced with sharp contours of his cheeks, nose and jaw. Zuko glances up at you again, wondering why you’ve suddenly gone silent, with you looking away before he caught you staring.
“Flameo Hotman. How goes running the Fire Nation?” You begin to narrate dramatically as you sink into the floor, tucking your legs under the table on the opposite side to Zuko so that you sat facing him. You continue reading, the two issues that the Avatar requires help with, something in Republic City and something related to food. You converse with Zuko, talking through the problems, his sassy remarks extracting chuckles and giggles from you occasionally.
“And lastly I am curious, did you tell—Oh.”
The documents he was examining earlier is now left abandoned as Zuko was solely focused on you, and now your reaction has his eyebrows scrunching. You were smiling till a moment ago, but whatever you read at the end had the joy leave your face and…a smirk stretching across your lips.
You glance up at Zuko from behind the piece of parchment, an odd glint in your eyes, maybe even…heat? Your teeth bite into your lower lip as you glance back at the letter and then back at Zuko. “What is it? What does it say?” Zuko questions, the furrow between his eyebrows deepening.
A soft huff of amusement leaves between your bitten lips, trying your best to keep your composure. Zuko watches as you fail and burst out into a giggle, your face reddening slightly. You look back at him, the same glint still in your eyes.
“Lastly I am curious.” You start and pause dramatically, the look in your eyes darkening a little. Agni, Zuko swears in his head, this is not helping the ache in his chest, the way you were looking at him, the smile stretched across your lips.
“Did you tell your royal advisor of your romantic feelings…for her?” You read out, voice dipping by an octave.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, Zuko is fucked.
“And asked if she is a bachelor or not? Seize the opportunity before it slips out of your fingers, my friend!” You finish reading, silently folding it before pressing the letter into the table, looking up at Zuko’s expression of being caught off guard.
The silence is very loud as you two just look at eachother, all color drained from his face and pure amusement on yours. Zuko’s eyes bare into yours and you can almost see the way he’s not only registering what you said but also working out on what to say, clearly unable to think of anything to say.
“Do you have other Royal Advisors I am not aware of…or?” You start, smirk still stretched across your lips. Zuko just blinks at you, his hetrochromatic eyes shining, his adam’s apple bopping as he swallows nervously. “He was simply…jesting.” Is somehow the only thing he can come up with currently, the usual sassiness you see in him completely disappeared.
“So you’re not in love with me?”
You say, a little too quickly causing Zuko’s eyes to widen, his scar stretching because of his surprise. “Uh…” Zuko quirks, but you smile smirk at him sweetly. “I…Its not…That’s, it’s. Um.” His hand comes up to scratch at the back of his neck as you look at him expectantly.
You can see him buffering in real time, the machinery in his brain short circuiting as it’s unable to process what’s happening. You stay smiling at the Fire Lord as he just stares at you, probably praying for the earth to open up and swallow him whole.
You roll your eyes at his stupor, taking it into yourself to make a move, you prep yourself up into your knees, pressing you palms flat onto the mahogany wood as you lean cross the table as Zuko sits as still as a statue. You lean close enough for your nose to hover right over his cheek and partially his scar.
“I am a bachelor, Your Highness. Veeeery lonely.” You whisper as his face reddens even more before you rush forward to press a kiss his cheek, his skin soft beneath your lips. You feel Zuko let out a harsh exhale as you pull away, standing up to your full height, looking down at him a moment before turning to walk away.
“Goodnight, Zuko” You wave as you leave.
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first time writing for him and i hate this cause it’s like 4am and i need to sleep😔😔 yeah no i just hate this BUT I MADE THE MISTAKE OF SNEAK PEAKING IT SO NOW I HAVE TO POST IT- anyway. adult zuko has me KSKSKKDKDKDJDJDK
He was holding onto Chuck like his life depended on it. This was the first time he had ever seen someone die in front of him (that he could remember), and it was his little brother, basically. It was this figure of hope and childlike innocence who died in front of him, murdered before his eyes, and Thomas is desperate to save him, to keep him alive, to bring him back. But he can't, and that's what moves the plot of the entire story forward. Chuck gave him his voice, his reason to fight WICKED. Thomas becomes an enormous threat simply because of 1. his impulsiveness, and 2. his influence. Multiple times throughout the films and books, Thomas talks his way out of bad situations or talks the other gladers into joining him against WICKED. (ex. Jorge and the Cranks, talking the gladers into going after Minho, convincing them to cover for him in the Scorch Trials.) His voice, his convincingness, his willingness to do whatever it takes to stop WICKED, that's his greatest asset. But that little boy, that innocent kid who loved Chuck dearly, who let him get close so fast, he died in the maze, in that sub-level of the compound. That was the price he had to pay to save countless lives: to lose part of himself.
Throughout The Scorch Trials, this version of Thomas is more reserved, quiet. He's still him, but he no longer feels at home or at peace all the time. He loses Winston, and then he loses Minho, which drives him forward.
In The Death Cure, he looks almost at peace in the beginning, even when Minho isn't there, because Newt is. And then Newt gets the Flare and yells at Thomas. And Thomas, all of the sudden, loses a piece of himself. He stops smiling, laughing, and he becomes more serious. He only smiles when he finds Minho with Newt, and for that one singular moment, he is at peace. He was happy.
And then, poor, poor Newt can't hang on any longer, and he snaps at Thomas. He tries to kill him, and in his desperation, Thomas kills Newt. AND THIS FUCKING SCENE. Thomas looks numb; he looks so numb, and he looks tired. Tired of fighting, tired of running, of loving, of losing the people he loves most in the world. He clings to Newt so weakly, like he's lost too many people to know that Newt's too far gone to be saved. And then he walks away. He walks away to give himself up to WICKED. Wordlessly. Because while Chuck was the one to give Thomas his voice, Newt takes it away. Thomas pushes everyone away, except Teresa. She gives him hope in what he thought was going to be his final moments, and then she's gone. And Thomas lives. He lives, but he is completely alone, because no one else was that close to Chuck, to Teresa, to Newt. No one else shares his exact feelings, and so he is now isolated, because the second Thomas died in the ashes and fires of the Last City with Newt and Teresa. Thomas loses another part of himself to WICKED, but it's just a sacrifice. He doesn't save anyone else by giving up a part of himself; he just loses it.
The first Thomas dies with Chuck.
The second dies with Newt and Teresa.
All that's left is this empty shell of a boy, holding a gun up to someone's head but not being able to shoot it, breaking down at the mere mention of Newt, crying as he loses the last person that he loved.
But my point is; those two constants are ones He never considered actually losing even though it was such a risk he never thought about it like that until it happened
Today I wanted to talk about Kyle Bassinga. Kyle was a 21 year old man from Georgia, whose family described him as "a kind, thoughtful, and smart young man who loved nature, music, and the people around him". Kyle Bassinga was killed on February 18th 2026, just ten days after his birthday. He was found hanging from a tree in a park.
The police ruled it a suicide. The family and local community demanded an investigation. The police refused to change their ruling.
I know this website it too white for this to really go anywhere, but an understanding of the present reality of white supremacy in the United States is just so important to transfeminism here. Lynchings never stopped, white supremacy never went away, you just stopped looking.
I couldn't miss an opportunity to make epic geological phenotypes for eridians:D them rocks will look fly as hell on my watch!
Nerding out under the cut:)
For those interested, the igneous phenotype is inspired by granitic pegmatites, with hexagonal beryl crystals growing from it (of the aquamarine variety)
The sedimentary fella is a BIF, or a banded iron formation - a type of chemical sedimentary rock recording the years following the Great Oxygenation Event, with alternating bands of red jasper and magnetite/iron oxides:)
And the metamorphic eridian is inspired by an amphibolite, containing garnet gem porphyroblasts:)
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