dis-moi honnêtement

He chuckles, “I’m not leaving your side for anything, don’t you worry. Now sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.” Even though you want to stay up to savor each moment in his arms, you know that he’s right. With one last glance up at him, you close your eyes and settle in for the night.

Just as he promised, he wakes you up just as the sun begins to rise over the horizon. He kisses you awake and you grab onto him as you melt into him. When he leans back to look into your eyes, he smiles, “Goodmorning beautiful.”

“Goodmorning.” You flip to your back and stretch your arms over your head.

He watches you with such love in his eyes, “I’ll go get you some breakfast.” He begins to get up, but you grab onto his forearm and he chuckles, “I won’t go far, but you need to eat before we head out.” You nod, chewing on your bottom lip and let go, but before he moves to get up, he kisses you once more. 

You watch him go and settle back down in your bed. Now that he’s gone, you finally think about what transpired last night. Smiling to yourself, you replay every moment last night with him and sigh contently.

He comes back with two shells filled with fruits and you spend time chatting about your plan and eating. He tells you that he’ll be able to find Mingi, but you have to trust him and be patient. He tells you that finding him will probably take the majority of the day and you hate that. When you’re done with your meal, you get ready for the day and put on some men’s pants and a white blouse. It’s big, but you’d rather deal with ill-fitting clothes than wind blowing your dress up as you ride the dragon.

After preparing a small bag with fruit and some items, you walk to the main cavern with Yunho. He has your hand firmly clasped in his and you can’t help the smile on your face. 

The cavern has a chill to it and you suspect that has to do with the grey clouds covering the sun. He stops and turns to look at you, noticing that you are not wearing anything warm and frowns. Before you can protest though, he’s off running in the direction of your cave and you lean up against the altar to wait for him. It doesn’t take him long to come back with a thick blanket and you can’t help but love him more. He wraps you up and leads you to the edge, “You need to hold on, okay? It’s windy up there and I’ll be moving a lot, so you have to hold on.” The worry on his face is evident.

You reach up and cup his cheek, “I’ll hold on, and even if I fall, you’ll catch me. I trust you.”

That doesn’t seem to help his worry at all, “Y/N, I’m serious. I can’t worry about you and track Mingi down at the same time.”

Rising onto your toes, you kiss him and you feel him melt into it. “I’ll be okay, Yunho. It’s not the first time for me to fly.”

“Yeah, but you were in my claws. This’ll be different.”

“I’ll hold on. If I feel like I’m falling, I’ll tap on your neck three times, okay?”

He nods and kisses you one last time. It’s long and tender, as if he wants to savor it before not being able to hold you as a human for the whole day. When he leans back, he takes a few steps away from you and shifts. You feel no fear as you watch the light fade and the dragon emerge. He looks over to you and takes a few steps towards the edge before laying completely down so you can get on easily. You make your way over to him and place your hand on his scaly neck, “You’re beautiful.”

He chuffs and nudges you with his nose for you to get on and you nod, chuckling. It’s not hard to climb up, much to your surprise, and you settle down at the base of his neck. With nothing to hold onto though, you scoot up and grab onto his horns for support. He doesn’t move an inch till you tell him that you are okay, and you steady your breathing as he walks closer to the edge.

The moment he lifts off, you feel amazing. It’s different than being in his claws while pain surged through your sides. Now, it seems like you are the one who is flying. The ascent is difficult for you to hold on, but Yunho flies carefully till you fly higher than the clouds and levels out. When you breach the grey clouds though, it’s like the world opens up. The sun beams down on you and creates a beautiful sea of sun-kissed clouds that you want to run your fingers in. A smile blooms on your face at the sight, and Yunho must feel your happiness because he makes a low pitched sound that resembles a pleased hum.

You don’t even notice the chill up here until the shock of how beautiful the scenery wears off. When you feel it settle on your skin, you become very grateful that Yunho brought you a thick blanket. 

Yunho makes a noise in warning and you hold on tighter as he veers to the right hard and dips down just enough so he can see beneath the clouds. You watch him curiously, wondering how he’s tracking Mingi when there’s nothing to track. You’re still learning all there is to Yunho and Mingi and their abilities, but you’re sure that you’ll completely understand one day.

The day is long as you ride. Yunho changes direction every so often, veering to the right or to the left and you have no idea where you are going. You’ve watched the sun move in the sky until it dips below the clouds and you’re becoming restless. After so long, your ass has become numb and the constant wind on your face has made your skin almost raw. However, you can’t complain at all because you’re with him, you’re touching him- That’s all that matters now.

Yunho makes another warning grumble and you hold on tighter. He doesn’t change directions like you expect him to, instead he starts to descend into the clouds below. When you emerge, you see that he’s headed to another island. It doesn't look anything like Yunho’s island, but a small stretch of land covered in thick trees. It’s hard to see due to the dying light, but you see one fire on the far end and that fills you with hope. 

He sets down as gently as he can and you slide off of him, keeping the blanket securely wrapped around you. Before he can shift though, you set off in a sprint to the fire. You have to see if Mingi is here, one more second of wondering will surely kill you. Yunho is hot on your tail and yells for you to wait, but you don’t listen to him at all. You hop over fallen trees and weave around bushes in your way, not caring that you can’t really see.

When you reach the clearing, you see a lone figure sitting away from you on the beach staring out at the rolling waves. The flickering flames behind him light up his toned back and white hair, and relief floods through you. You race towards him and he stands, turning to face the incoming footsteps and his face morphs from surprise to immense love and happiness. You don’t stop when you run past the fire and you don’t stop to stand in front of him. The closer you get to him, he becomes more concerned and begins to back away, “Y/N, you’re getting too-”

You cut him off by leaping into his arms, pressing your body up against his and kissing him, allowing the blanket to fall to the ground. He freezes in place and tenses, and you can feel him begin to shift. Between kisses you say, “I love you. I love you Mingi, more than anything.”

A guttural noise comes from him and you’re not sure if it’s from him or the dragon fighting to come out. His lips feel soft on your own and his skin feels like fire. You know that he has no idea what you are doing but you have to show him how much you care for him. He groans again and backs away, his eyes a flaming red as he trembles, the red light in his chest growing brighter with each second, “Run Y/N! I don’t want to hurt you1 Run and hide!” His panicked eyes flick to the fire and you know that Yunho is right there.

“I’m not going anywhere Mingi.” You smile at him as he backs farther away. Yunho quickly comes by your side and reaches for your hand, interlacing your fingers. Even if Mingi transforms, Yunho will stop him from hurting you. Just the sight of that has Mingi flabbergasted, his mouth hangs open in shock while his red eyes stare at your conjoined hands. It’s as if the dragon warring inside of him doesn’t know what to do and he freezes in place. His body trembles with the extreme amount of energy pulsing in him and all you want to do is reach out and comfort him. 

In a deeper voice than you’ve ever heard before he says, “How? How can you touch?”

Yunho answers first, “It’s like the drive, the need to finish the ritual vanishes in an instant, but you have to let it. It feels like you’re being burnt alive to let it go, but you can. You can choose it, you can choose her. You don’t have to comply to the needs of our ancestor dragons, we can choose our own path now.”

You take a step forward and Yunho keeps his hand firmly clasped in yours as you tentatively reach out and cup Mingi’s cheek. He lets out a sharp gasp and his eyes meet yours as you whisper, “Be with me. I want to live the rest of our lives together.”

He lets out an easy laugh, “As if it’s a choice.” His red eyes flicker and then returns to his regular dark brown that you could get lost in, “I wouldn’t want anything else Y/N. I’ve wanted you for a long time but I was too afraid to do anything about it. I couldn’t let myself believe that I could live my life with you because I was afraid of what the dragon could do to you.” His eyes flick to your conjoined hands with Yunho and back to you, “Seeing that it’s possible, I don’t want to be afraid anymore, I want you.” A handsome smile blooms on his face, “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too.” You lean forward and kiss him again and you can still feel how confused he is about what you are doing. He does his best to copy what you are doing but is sloppy. You lean back and smile at him, “I’m so happy we found you. I was so afraid that I’d never see you again.”

His brows furrow and he reaches for your other hand, “I never should have left, I’m so sorry.”

Yunho makes a noise beside you and you take a step to the side to look at him. He has a guilty look on him and you immediately know something is up. He rubs the back of his neck, “You don’t need to take the blame Mingi.” He lets out a breath and lets his hand drop to his side, “He didn’t leave on his own volition, I made him leave.”

You take your hand from his, “You what?”

Mingi puts a hand up to ease the growing tension, “There’s no need to get angry about this, it’s all in the past now.”

“That’s not the point, Yunho, you kept this from me.”

He nods and chews on the dead skin on his bottom lip, “I did, and I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry for a lot of things actually. For one, I never should have told you to leave Mingi, you’re my greatest friend and I shouldn’t have let my emotions cloud my judgement. And I shouldn’t have kept that fact from you Y/N, you deserve to know everything.”

Mingi disregards everything that Yunho said and gathers him in a hug, “Stop being so glum. We need to celebrate!”

You watch with your arms folded over your chest and you can’t help but let all of those negative feelings fade. There’s no need to stew on the past, you’re all together now, that’s all that matters. Mingi lets Yunho go with a pat on the back, and they both turn to you. Before you can say anything else though, your stomach growls fiercely and you sigh. Both men’s mood changes immediately and Mingi turns to Yunho, “Let’s go fish.”

They leave you by the fire to go get dinner. You’re not too pleased not being around them, but the promise of a hot meal will suffice. They disappear as they walk down the beach, Mingi saying there are calmer waters over there and you debate on following them, but you know that they’ll bring you right back, telling you that you need to stay warm by the fire. While you wait, you think about what this means for your future. You’ll live with them on the island, making it your home in all aspects. You expect Mingi and Yunho to move into your cave, you don’t want to sleep alone anymore if you can help it. What will your life look like now with them? Heat blooms on your face as you think about what you’ll do with them and you squirm in your seat.

Even though it feels like forever since they left to get you food, you’re sure that it’s only been ten minutes at most. When they return, they have two coconuts and one fish, and you can see that they aren’t particularly happy with the results. They plop down beside you and get to work preparing the meal and you notice Mingi continuously sneaking glances at you. There’s a deep flush on his cheeks each time he does, and you find it to be incredibly cute. 

“Were the fish not cooperating today?” You smile.

Yunho shoots you a look and lets out a breathy laugh, “Hard to fish when we don’t have any spears. Had to catch it with our hands, in the dark mind you.”

You hum and lean back onto your hands while staring at the flickering flames. There’s a cracking noise beside you, but before you look over, Mingi has put one half of the coconut in your lap. You shoot him a grateful glance and take a sip of the water and try to pass it back to him but he shakes his head.

Dinner is quieter than you expected. There’s an energy surrounding you three and you haven’t been able to name why that is. Yunho and Mingi seem to be silently communicating with each other as you take bites from the cooked fish. You’re curious as to what they’re keeping from you, but you don’t ask while you eat.

When you’re done, you take one last swig of coconut water and stand up, heading to the shore to watch the waves. The moonlight hits the water beautifully while the bright stars in the sky twinkle. You don’t have to look beside you to know that Mingi has followed you because he hums and scoots close to you. “You know, “ He starts, “I never thought that my life would end up like this. I thought I’d live life on my island with my Father. I was content with that, and when I lost that, I never thought I’d have happiness again. When I met Yunho, he became the only person I cared about, and yet I was still afraid that I’d end up losing him too.” He turns to face you, his eyes warm and sincere, “But when I met you, those fears hit me head on. To think that I could be the one to kill you? I couldn’t handle it. I couldn't allow myself to fully let you in even though I was lying to myself.” He reaches out tentatively and takes both of your hands in his, “I have loved you for a long time Y/N, and I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”

Warmth builds in your chest as you gaze into his eyes, “I love you so much.”

He bends and presses his lips to yours gently, he’s still unpracticed but you love it nonetheless. You let go of his hands to hold his toned waist as he cups your face, pulling you closer to him. Each press is exploratory, and you can feel the need wafting off of him like a growing flame. It’s as if he wants to savor every kiss, every touch, every moment with you to the fullest. You open your mouth wider and deepen the kiss causing him to shiver against you. Dragging your hands up his stomach, you purposefully make it so it drives him insane. 

He groans against your mouth, “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

You kiss the corner of his mouth and then kiss the length of his neck, paying attention to his body language and sounds. When you kiss the spot just below his jaw, he lets out a breathy moan and grips you tighter. You hum victoriously and give that spot all of your attention. 

His hands travel down to your ass, and he gives you an experimental squeeze before pulling one of your legs up. You lean back to look into his eyes and give him an amorous smile as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his hips. In this position, you can feel practically everything, and you hate that your pants are blocking the way.

He takes you back to the fire and sets you down on your blanket as gently as possible before settling above you. He knocks your knees apart and sits back onto his heels to look at you, “You’re so beautiful.” His hands trail up your legs, and you watch with bated breaths, seeing if he’ll touch you where you most want him to. Instead, he stops on your thighs and smirks, “Can I pleasure you?”

“You don’t even have to ask.” You reach for the button on your pants, but he moves your hands away and kisses your palm. 

“No, let me.” His fingers easily unbutton your pants, and you lift up your hips to allow him to pull them off. He deliberately goes slow, allowing his fingers to drag down your legs and you are aching with need. The touch of his fingers leaves fire on your skin, leaving you breathless and needy. With one last tug, he pulls them off of you and tosses them to the side before sliding his hands all the way up your legs. You open your legs wider for him to see and you watch as his eyes flare red. He reaches in between your legs and finally touches you, making you release a strangled breath and grip the blanket beneath you. He explores you with the tips of his fingers, mapping you out while watching your face intently. When he finds your clit and you buck against him, and he smirks.

“Where did you learn that?” You whimper.

He continues to work your clit and answers you with a deeper voice, “When we went fishing, Yunho told me everything I needed to know.” You should have known that, of course Yunho would teach him. Now that you’re thinking about him though, you notice that he’s nowhere near you. Mingi sees the question in your eyes, “He took a walk to give us some privacy.” He circles your clit again and you choke out a moan. “I wanted you for myself the first time I touch you.”

The sound of the waves mix with your lurid moans as you grip the blanket beneath you. He moves to your entrance and slowly inserts a finger, watching your face for any discomfort. In reality, you ache for more. You want all of him, but he’s content to take his sweet time with you. He pumps his finger in and out of you and you can see how much he loves this. “Curl your finger a little bit.” You writhe against him.

He complies immediately, inserting another finger and finds that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. His red eyes watch you hungrily and you can’t get enough of him. He sees that you need more, so he adjusts his hand so he can circle your clit with his thumb. You arch your back with this overwhelming sensation and cry out, letting the pleasure take you. Each pump of his fingers, every circle sends you higher and higher, till you’re not sure that you’re on the ground anymore. 

When you climax, he makes a noise of approval and watches you with a satisfied smirk on his face. While you heave for air, he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks the remnants of you off of him. Just the sight of him doing that makes you flutter around nothing and you can’t handle it anymore. 

Sitting up, you flip him on his back and straddle his hips. He makes a shocked noise, but as soon as he sees you hovering above him, he pulls you down to kiss you hungrily. It’s frantic and ravenous, like you both can’t hold back anymore. You start to grind on him and the choked moan that comes out of his lips is the best thing you’ve heard. 

Sitting back, you reach for his loincloth and purposefully drag your fingers over his hot skin, just like he did to you before. His stomach twitches and he closes his eyes, “Do you enjoy teasing me this much?”

“Oh, but you did it to me. Fair is fair.” You scoot back slightly and lean down to kiss his stomach. He groans while his hips move on their own and you love it. You lick a stripe from his navel up to his sternum while grinding down on his bulge, knowing that he’s on the brink of exploding. When he’s needy and writhing beneath you, you finally take off his loincloth and toss it to the side. You pause and look up at him, seeing how desperate he is to orgasm, and you give in. Sitting higher on your knees, you line yourself up and sink down, keeping your eyes locked on his. He chokes out a moan as soon as you sink down and rolls his eyes back in intense pleasure. 

His hands find purchase on your hips as soon as he is fully inside of you, his fingers digging into your flesh. Your chest heaves as you hold onto his chest to balance, your fingernails pressing into him. “Can I move?” You huff out and he is quick to nod, practically begging for you to continue. 

You go slow at first, purposefully taking your time to sink back down and grind your clit on his pelvic bone. He tries his best to remain still so you can go at your own pace, but you can see that he’s barely holding it together. A sheen of sweat covers you, but the slight breeze keeps you from overheating. When you sink back down, he finally whimpers out, “You’re killing me Y/N.”

“Then do something about it.”

Fire shines in his eyes as he accepts your challenge and flips you on your back. He wastes no time thrusting into you hard and fast, keeping his crimson eyes on you. You wrap your legs around his hips and grip his forearms on either side of your head, giving into the pleasure. You can’t help the high-pitched moans coming from your mouth, but that seems to goad him on more. 

When you close your eyes unconsciously, he growls, “Open your eyes. Look at me.” 

You comply and grip his forearms tighter, “Mingi-”

He thrusts again and cuts you off causing you to whimper. Heat builds in your core while your legs seem to squeeze his hips on their own. “You feel amazing.” His voice is almost inhumanly deep, “I don’t ever want to stop. Fuck-”

The heat builds and builds until you finally explode with a sharp moan. Your hearing muffles for a few moments while your entire body feels like putty. Mingi climaxes quickly after you due to your relentless squeezing and drops down on you, resting his head on your chest. He trembles against you and reaches for your hand, “You are…” He exhales a long breath and brings your hand to his mouth, kissing you reverently, “There is no amount of words to describe how perfect you are.”

Your heart melts and you reach to thread your fingers through his white hair, “I could say the same about you.”

He chuckles, the vibrations of it hitting your stomach, “I’m hardly perfect, but you make me a better man. I’m eternally grateful that fate brought us together, because now I can’t imagine my life without you.”

The pleasant sigh that escapes his lips while you massage his scalp is music to your ears. 

You spend a long time in each other's arms talking about your future or mundane things. The conversation never feels forced or awkward even when it lulls as you relax over the soft sand. After a while though, the breeze on your bare legs begins to be too much. Mingi sits back up and sits on his heels looking down at you, his eyes now his normal brown. He hums at the sight of the mess in between your legs and gets up to gather things to clean you up. You don’t bother getting up with him, even now your limbs feel lax and heavy, and it would be too much effort to try. 

To your left, you hear the crunching of broken branches on the ground and see that it’s Yunho. He looks flustered and disheveled but tries to hide it with a confident stride. He makes his way over to you and plops down, allowing for you to place your head in his lap. He smiles down at you, “Hey beautiful.”

“Where’d you go?”

He swallows, “Um, just went on a walk.” A red blush blooms on his cheeks, reaching the tips of his ears. You know that he must have heard what happened, and you find that it’s cute that he’s so flustered. 

Mingi returns with some water in the coconut shell and places it near your feet before tearing a scrap off of the blanket. He pays no mind to Yunho as he cleans you up and you squirm, feeling over sensitive. When he’s satisfied that you are clean, he tosses the rag and coconut shell to the side and tucks the blanket around you. He glances at Yunho and smirks, sharing a knowing look before laying on your right side. He turns to face you and drapes an arm around your waist while nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

Yunho gets the hint and carefully scoots out from under you and takes the place to your left. The warmth radiating off of them is intoxicating and it feels like you don’t even need the blanket. The immense feeling of safety surrounds you, and you’ve never felt anything like this before. Yes, you had your Mother growing up that provided you safety, but you had to rely on yourself when she got sick. You barely remember the years where you didn’t have to worry about surviving, all while making sure that she was well taken care of. Now though, you don’t have to look out for yourself anymore- You have Yunho and Mingi. They’ve made it perfectly clear that you are the most important person to them and that they’d protect you from anything that would harm you. For as long as you can remember, you’ve had to be hypervigilant and responsible, too mature for what a child should have been. Now you can just be.

Yunho drapes a leg over yours and holds your hand against his chest. His strong heartbeat pounds pleasantly against your skin as Mingi scoots impossibly closer to you. There’s no inch of skin of you that isn’t pressed against them, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. In the matter of minutes, sleep calls you into its sweet embrace and you welcome it.

Next Chapter ->

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as the beloved fire lady, you were adored by the entire nation. while zuko was buried in council meetings and ledgers, you spent your free time at charities, local orphanages, and schools. to put it simply, you were constantly surrounded by families—more specifically, children.

zuko watched from afar as toddlers wrapped their chubby arms around your skirts, peering up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. parents took pride in seeing the fire lady cradle their infants, and even the fussiest babies seemed to settle the moment they were tucked into your arms.

“my! you would make such a wonderful mother,” one woman remarked.

“the fire lord is a lucky man indeed,” the citizens added. “a beautiful wife and a natural mother.”

while zuko often flushed with embarrassment, you took every remark as an opportunity to tease him.

“hear that, zuko? it means we’ve got work to do,” you joked, gently rocking a sleeping infant while the crowd erupted into laughter.

it wasn’t until you were talking to one of the elderly ladies from a distance that the conversation took a turn, her voice not-so-quiet as she described the struggles of pregnancy.

“pregnancy is a beautiful thing, but very, very tedious,” the elderly lady explained. “you’re constantly waddling around with a big, round belly. your feet are swollen and bare, and your…” she motioned to your chest, “always swollen and aching.”

your face flushed with embarrassment, but zuko, on the other hand, found his mind admiring the idea.

he wasn’t in a rush to have kids, but the image of you—his wife, waddling around the palace barefoot in nothing but a flowy dress. your belly, round from carrying his baby, and your breasts swollen with milk.

it was perfect.

and that was how you ended up here, sprawled across your shared bed with your legs hooked over zuko’s broad shoulders as he held you folded in a mating press.

his cock—thick and swollen—pounded into you relentlessly, the air filling with vulgar sounds that made your eyes roll back and your ears burn.

“zu—zuko!” you cried out in pleasure.

“gonna… get you…” zuko grunted, his hips drawing back as he drove into you deeper. “pregnant… gotta breed you—”

zuko was a mess of incoherent babbling, muttering about keeping you full of his seed and the image of you walking around barefoot. his heavy body completely enveloped yours, his hands tangling into your hair to pin you in place, keeping you trapped in that vulnerable position.

“gonna keep fucking you until it takes,” he promised darkly. “until our kids are running around the palace.”

you were a moaning mess beneath him, your legs dangling in the air as he pounded into you, forcing you to take every deliciously agonizing inch of your fire lord.

“how many do you think we’ll have? one? two?” zuko laughed raspily against your ear, the vibration making your body tingle. “or twins. that’d be nice—wouldn’t it?”

“so… so nice,” you managed to moan.

zuko laughed again, adjusting his angle so he could fuck even deeper into your warm, aching core.

“fuck. you gonna make me a daddy, baby?”

“yes, zuko!” you cried, nodding your head frantically against the pillows. “yes—i’ll make you a daddy—”

“shit,” he cursed, his body drawing tight as he felt himself ready to pump you full. “say it again.”

“daddy!”

daddy. daddy. daddy.

the sound of it was music to his ears. he tossed his head back, his long, dark hair damp with sweat against his bare skin as his cock pulsed deep inside you, pumping ropes of thick, hot cum into your aching pussy.

“god, that’s it,” he growled, peering down at you with lustful, golden eyes as his chest heaved.

hongjoong- the sound of his soft giggles and the new track he's been working on fill the air. an amused smile with lips and teeth parted, never leaves his face as he felt you press another, then another, and another kiss, leaving bright red lipstick stains on his skin. he was suddenly glad he didn't have any schedules for today and didn't have any makeup on. you were taking care of that for him.

seonghwa- an eyebrow quirk and a smirk playing at his lips but he didn't say anything right away. he expected the kisses to stop after a while but when they didn't he did that thing that drove you mad. the tone of his voice and he spoke in satoori. "yah... what're you up to?" you didn't respond. you just giggled and kept going. it wasn't long before seonghwa leaned into it, wrapping his arms around you and curling himself into you when you placed a kiss into the crook of his neck. he let out a light laugh and pressed kisses of his own into your cheek.

yunho- he was stunned at first. wide eyes and downturned lips as he called out, "갑자기?" as you continued he melted into it a bit more, letting out a few giggles as you found that sensitive spot on his neck. "ah wae!" he whined out lightly. he didn't fully understand why you were doing this but he wasn't unhappy with the stains when he went to look in the mirror later.

yeosang- he was never one for affection, even with you so it didn't come as a surprise when he stiffened up to your touch. even though you couldn't see it, you knew his eyes were as big as saucers, looking around like he didn't know what to do with himself, but he still let you. never once did he push you away or ask you to stop. when you were finished, you stayed straddled on his lap and stretched over him just enough to snap a picture of your work. his hand on your thigh didn't get missed either. You cuddled into this chest and showed him, "see! so pretty!" he agreed, echoing the sentiment.

san- this boy was in absolute heaven. he didn't move an inch, just leaned back into the sofa, head resting on the back with the biggest, dopiest smile on his face. his eyes closing and opening to stare at you with complete adoration. after he was nearly covered in marks, he finally perked up and said, "ok, my turn!" before grabbing the back of your neck and bringing your crimson lips to his and pressing many... many firm kisses to them. god, he could tattoo those marks if ge could.

mingi- blissed out boy no. 2. he spent the whole time wondering what he did to deserve so many kisses. his eyes round in wonder as he felt on kiss, after another, after another graze his honey skin. bless his heart, he kept trying to give you kisses back but you were too quick, leaving a confused Mingi in your wake, lips still pursed in the air. "yah..." he said softly, only mildly frustrated. you ended the session with exaggerated kisses to his lips, earning that beautiful smile and laugh of his. "ah, you're my favorite."

wooyoung- you couldn't wipe that smug look off his face even if you wanted to--or kiss it off. also this boy was loudly and OBNOXIOUSLY (said with love) giggling. though one thing about him is that we was quicker than Mingi, getting in his kisses and if he didn't, he'd grab a hold of your chin to hold you in place so he could give some kisses of his own, not leaving the same marks as yours. the motherfucker took one look at himself in the mirror and without a second thought snapped a pic and posted it. not only showing you off in a small way but creating a frenzy online.

“It’s alright.” Once she settled again, he lifted his eyes back toward the minister.

“…Continue.”

You sat beside him quietly, watching him from the corner of your eye while pretending to listen to the meeting. Truthfully, you were exhausted. Motherhood has changed a lot. Your body still aches some days, sleep came in fragments now and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d eaten a meal without interruption.

But then moments where Zuko looked at your daughter like she hung the moon itself in the sky happened and it was all worth it. The meeting dragged on another hour before the final advisor finally bowed.

“That concludes today’s reports, Fire Lord.” Zuko nodded once dismissing them.

The room emptied out and you were met with silence finally. Zuko leaned back heavily in his chair with a long exhale.

“She survived her first council meeting,” he murmured quietly to the baby.

“I think she handled it better than some of the ministers.” You laughed softly, stretching your arms above your head as tension left your shoulders.

“Hm.” he looked down at her with ridiculous seriousness.

“She has better judgment.” You leaned toward him slowly, unable to stop smiling. The candlelight painted gold across his scarred face and his hair had come loose during the meeting, dark strands falling over tired amber eyes.

He looked exhausted but peaceful. You brushed your fingers lightly over the baby’s soft hair.

“She slept almost the entire time.” you cooed at her

“She likes being near me.” he responded

“She likes warmth.” you snorted.

At first, after she’d been born, he’d been terrified to hold her. You still remembered the way his hands shook the first time the midwives placed her in his arms.

“What if I hurt her?” he asked quietly.

You had almost cried hearing it.

Because he held her as if she was too precious to touch. And sometimes you caught him pacing the nursery in the middle of the night whispering little stories to her when he thought you were asleep. Your heart ached just thinking about it. He looks at you with a softened look in his eye. 

“What?” you asked carefully.

His thumb brushed across the baby’s back once.

“We should have another one.”

You stared at him in disbelief.

“…Another what?” 

“Baby.” 

“You are currently holding a baby.” you blinked slowly.

“Yes.” he nodded

“And you want another one.”

“Yes.”

“Zuko.”

“I’m serious.” His lips twitched slightly at your tone.

You laughed in disbelief, “I just carried this one for nine months.”

“And you did beautifully.”

“That is not the point.”

“You’re a wonderful mother.” 

Your face warmed. “That’s still not the point.”

“I didn’t know I could feel like this,” he admitted quietly.

You leaned your head against his shoulder gently, exhaustion melting into warmth, your daughter sleeping peacefully between you both. Zuko turned his head slightly, pressing a lingering kiss against your temple.

“One more,” he murmured again.

You groaned and rolled your eyes.

“Oh my spirits, you are unbelievable.”

“I think she needs a sibling.”

“She can barely hold her own head up.”

“She’ll learn,” he said, raising his brow. 

“That is not how this works.” you breathe out. 

Zuko’s shoulders shook slightly with quiet laughter before he looked at you again with a more serious expression

“You know,” he said softly, “seeing you hold her for the first time… I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone the way I loved you at that moment.”

Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes burned with tears. 

“You cannot say things like that after asking me for another baby.” 

“Why not?” he asks while giving your daughter a kiss on the crown of her head.

“Because then I can’t argue properly.”

A grin tugged at his mouth. “Good."

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