i love the moss

hihii

WARNINGS -- i make fucked up shit but i also make cute stuff too

moss.. !! ,, he/him, a silliy guy -- byuupinn will remain dead.

i wriitee,,: bnha, gow(r), castlevania, dandy'sworld, doom because i love him, (kinda) demon slayer, goat(movie), resident evil ,, more to come

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 ／ ⋆ ۪(๑>؂•̀๑)

enjoiy !

anons -- millie willie, meow , 🐞,..

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: ̗̀➛ synopsis ! -- working as the Leon S. Kennedy's secretary would've been anyone's dream, but it's a bit difficult to enjoy your job when the guy doesn't like even a little bit of fun. You try to joke around with him, but all he does is respond coldly and short. So what better way to soften him up than cutely decorated letters that entail all the things he needs to know about ? It's cute, and informative! You just hope he doesn't throw them out.. : ̗̀➛ cw ! -- f!reader x boss!leon, slight teasing, mainly just a slow burn of fluff and cuteness,, enjoy : ̗̀➛ a / n -- this idea has been on my mind for a while

: ̗̀ 'Good morning Mr. Kennedy!'

written in bold, colorful letters, his name in the prettiest cursive that he's seen. every letter that you've sent - that could've been an email - had a specific, colorful theme that would change every week.

every one contained his schedule, what he should be working on, and any new deals that were coming up. even as he read carefully, his eyes kept drifting towards the small cutouts and doodles that were carefully glued and stuck onto the sides, making the lined paper more interesting to look at.

"She must've spent a while on this one.." he murmured to himself, carefully folding the letter back into the envelope it came in, sliding it in his drawer filled with every other letter you had sent. to be honest, he enjoyed seeing the splash of color within the bland meetings and business deals. it made everything a bit more easier to handle.

he started to look forward to your letters, even though emails would still be sent to him. he looked at the emails afterwards, your letters came first.

the lights in his office were dimmed, just how he liked it. it eased his headaches. he heard the door creak open, another wave of pain shooting through his head. "I told you all, I'm not your teacher and I cannot keep teaching you how to operate a compu.." he shut himself up when he saw you, everything in his head going quiet. your big smile somehow brightened the room.

"Good morning Mr. Kennedy!" and somehow, the way you said it was the exact tone he'd read in his head at every beginning of the letters. "I have amazing news! So about that leak in the break room? I managed to get a guy who would fix it today, and that's super fortunate because-" "Hey, hey." Leon holds up his hand, taking in a deep breath.

"I hate to cut you off, but I have the worst headache right now and I probably should've called in today, but if you could just.. give me a minute?" he really did hate cutting you off, he liked hearing you talk about everything you managed to get done and the things you liked, and hearing his packed schedule from you just sounded better.

but right now, everything just sounded like nails against a chalkboard. "Oh!" you nod in understanding, slowly backing out of his office. "Totally, no need to apologize. I'll be back in a bit!" you wave as you shut the door behind you, now with a new mission in mind.

as the mechanic you hired fixed the leak under the sink, you quickly make a cup of coffee just how Leon likes it. you always carry some aspirin just in case someone may need it. your office was right next to Leon's, and just as big. your own personal desk, beautiful windows, and a very comfortable couch you manage to take small naps on without getting in trouble.

Leon was nice enough to let you put stained glass in your office! a splash of color was all everything needed, in your opinion. the clutter on your desk seemed to never end, scraps from today's letter still spread across the wood. old paint and glue told tales of old scrapbooking and junk journals, all displayed on your shelves. some say that stepping into your office was therapeutic, and that they loved just walking inside and standing around.

shifting through your drawers of colored pencils and tapes, you finally found your aspirin. you grabbed a coffee cake from your mini-fridge and made your way back to his office. the second the door opened, he hid something under the desk, hitting his hand in the process. "Shit." he hissed in pain, rubbing his knuckles. "Hey.." Leon's gaze fell onto your hands, chuckling. "Is that for me?" he motioned you closer, watching you set down everything on his desk.

"Mhm! Everything is so neat, unlike mine." you smile at him, handing him the small bottle of aspirin. "Here, this one is halfway empty, so it'll only do but so much.. still, I want you to have it. Don't want you having a headache the whole day, hm?" he slumped back in his chair, running a hand over his head. he watched you open the coffee cake, a smile on his face. "I could kiss you." he whispered under his breath.

"What was that?"

"I never said anything." a stupid move, he thought. a slip of the tongue, his mouth moved before he could think. he popped the pill in his mouth, grabbing the coffee and taking a swig. groaning in relief, he nodded. "Thank you, a lot." he stared at you for a moment, noticing your blank stare as you held the coffee cake.

"..What?"

"You need to eat something with the pill, not just the coffee." "You can't be.."

"Leon Scott Kennedy."

he nodded in defeat almost immediately, grabbing the small cake from your hands. "Yes ma'am." he corrected himself, slowly taking a bite as he looked away from you. he'd never admit it, but you were the only one he'd listen to.

with a smile on your face, you picked up the pill bottle and walked around to his side of the desk. "Perfect! Now I will just put this here, and.." as you opened his drawer, your heart suttered.

there they were, every letter you sent him, all neatly piled in there. the envelopes were opened, so he did read them all. a warm blush spread across your face as you smiled. "Oh, Leon.."

"It was just- It was only polite for me to- sheesh.." he put his head in his hands. if you were to see his face, he wouldn't be able to live it down. "I believe I need another minute, Ms. Secretary." he cleared his throat, turning his chair away as he loosened his tie.

with a soft smile, you gingerly set the bottle in the drawer and slowly closed it. "Whatever you say, Mr. Boss." the nicknames were meant to be a tease, but now, they felt intimate.

after that day, the nicknames were common. workers would notice you two bantering with each other, and rumors immediately started about a workplace romance going on between the two of you.

little did they know it was only the beginning.

aww, how cute.

imma make like 3 more chapters on this guys trust.

a bit swamped, but im working on stuff guys trust

my health has been going downhill and it is a big concern for me, but i will most defo be fine because i will push thru!

𖹭.ᐟ synopsis -- alpha pregnancy isn't unheard of, but it isn't common. it doesn't help that this whole ordeal isn't helping your gender dysphoria, but your lovely hot-headed omega is here to help you. 𖹭.ᐟ cw ! -- OMEGAVERSE !! ,, alpha!preg!transmasc!reader x omega!katsuki, gender dysphoria, angst with fluff at the end, 𖹭.ᐟ a / n -- oh my goodness first omegaverse fic guys

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ -- starting a family wasn't something you and Katsuki had planned, but it wasn't unwelcomed. you two thought you'd adopt, or get a surrogate, but life had other plans.

the cravings came in first, then the sickness and the pheromone changes. Katsuki noticed it immediately, and recommended a pregnancy test. of course, you thought it was impossible, but it very much so was.

those two little lines didn't lie, you were with child. both of you were ecstatic, who wouldn't be happy about a little life? but then again, it was also very discomforting for you. the constant mood swings, being told you'd be an awesome mom, just the thought of being pregnant and raising a child, it was horrifying.

it all made you want to just curl in your big nest and melt away. it was composed of stolen clothes from your omega, doused in his cologne and with some blankets too. you put on the biggest hoodie you could find to hide your growing belly, just to ignore it for the day.

"Babe! I'm home!" the voice you were looking forward to all day. however, your body had other plans. it did not want to move. you had to sit there and play the quiet game until your lover found you. "There you- oh.." he stood in the doorway for a moment, as if contemplating what to do. the books and articles he read on alpha pregnancy were engraved in his brain, and he was flipping through the files to figure out what to do in this exact moment.

"Do you.. want food?" a slight nod. "Do you not want to get up?" another nod. "Are you now realizing that pregnancy sometimes isn't fun and you do not want to be pregnant but do at the same time?"

a small, pitiful whine followed by a nod. "Baby," Katsuki sighed, scooting himself into the nest with you and snuggling in, fitting just like a puzzle piece. "You're still the most amazing man I know, you're just pregnant now." he pressed what felt like a million kisses along your face and neck, taking in your scent.

"You're pregnant, and beautiful, and jaw-dropping, and hella strong may I add." he pressed a hand to your stomach. "That's my baby in there. You know how big my head is?" he joked, smiling the second you cracked a laugh.

"You've got to be the strongest pregnant dad I know." somehow, he always knew what to say to make you feel better. "What can I chef up to make you feel better, hm?"

".."

"Sushi."

"Sushi."

the two of you said it in unison, smiling at each other. he threw his hands in the air, groaning loudly. "Why does every pregnant person love sushi?!" you roll your eyes, ready to defend yourself.

"Shannon didn't like sushi when she had her pups." "Shannon is allergic to fish!"

"...Touche.."

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ -- no seriously every pregnant person i know loves sushi

NAAOOO NOO STOP

OKAY OKAY UYGGH

i sadly do not watch modern family, friend

⋆.𐙚 ̊ synopsis -- you caught the king's attention one day, now you're the only one that can stop wars from happening. ⋆.𐙚 ̊ cw ! -- f!bellydancer!reader x king!katsuki, mentions of violence, casual vanilla smut; praise,talking thru it... some bulging..,, ⋆.𐙚 ̊ a / n -- shakira shakira

°❀.ೃ࿔* -- chimes and drums were your cue, the marble floors were your domain, the music flowed through you like water. kingdoms were jealous when they heard that Lord Katsuki had you in his royal court, his personal dancer, and you weren't leaving anytime soon.

you had made a name for yourself, travelled with the best dancers of the region. but when you set foot into Katsuki's kingdom, he knew well that you were his and you weren't allowed to leave. he gave you an offer you couldn't resist.

"stay with me in my kingdom, and I'll give you whatever you want - I'll do whatever you want. "

and who would say no to having the king at their disposal?

you lived lavishly in the palace. you had everything you ever wanted, and you were free to do what you wanted. you were no slave, and you made sure Katsuki knew that well. he had become more patient when you were around. more calculated, less impulsive.

some say it was a miracle, others call you his tamer. though, most believe it was the magic of the dances you perform that soothe the fire of his raging soul.

your bangles shifted against each other as you roamed the halls, admiring the portraits that were carefully painted by amazing artists. some of the palace, others of the past kings. and then there was one of you, in all your glory. Katsuki demanded it be done the second that you arrived.

"Where's my dancer?" Katsuki's voice was loud, just like an explosion, commanding respect in every room he entered. you could hear his advisors stammering excuses, and you knew well it would end with one outcome. "My lord, you have meetings and treaties to oversee, surely her performances can wait a few mere hours..?"

Katsuki leaned forward in his throne, his palms aching with the fire building up beneath them. "Do you want me to start a war today, advisor?" the poor man frantically shook his head, swallowing thickly. "No, no I-"

"Then go and get me my dancer."

every man in the room was frantic to find you, but you knew how to hide from them. just to make it interesting, making the hunt fun. while they searched for you, desperately asking around, you slipped your way into the throne room, approaching Katsuki. "I don't understand how you move so quietly with all of those jewels and bangles," he comments, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he stares at you.

he was entranced by you, your essence, everything that you had to offer. every time you danced, he would memorize your moves, try to expect which would come next, and you would always surprise him with new ones and different songs.

"It's a talent, something you learn, just like dancing." he could smell your scent more clearly now, almost taste it. it was a mix of incense and flowers, something else he couldn't quite place. he wouldn't be surprised if it was a drug specifically to torment him. "You learn how to silence your steps, slow your body down," his eyes lingered on your waist beads. "Calculate your movements. My eyes are up here, My Lord." he looked back up at you, just to stare right at your waist and thighs again.

"This one is more revealing." his hands lifted the fabric of your skirt, running his fingers over it a bit. "I like it." "Of course you do." he ushered you to his lap, patting his thigh. "I want you to wear it more often," his voice was low, much softer than it was earlier.

"It fits you perfectly. Just like how you're here, on my lap. Perfect." he pulls you in by the waist, running his fingers over the tattoos that litter your back and lower waist. "What's running through that mind of yours, king?"

he didn't answer for a moment, his eyes stuck on your waist. he put his hand over your stomach, pressing on it lightly. "Where my cock would reach inside of you." he was never one for sugarcoating, he was very blunt.

your cheeks reddened as you processed his words. "In.. In the throne room?" sure, you two have mingled once or twice, but never somewhere that you two could be seen.

he pulled you closer to his chest, so that your face was in the crook of his neck. "Of all the times I've had you under me," he slowly started to pull aside your panties. "I've never seen it." he mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "You'll help me, will you not?"

his hands didn't move until he heard your answer. "Y-Yes, my lord.." he nodded, pressing another kiss to your temple. "Good girl." Katsuki slowly inserted himself inside of you, letting out a soft groan as he felt your warmth. "So wet already," he muttered to himself.

he lowered your body slowly, giving you time to adjust to his full length. "There we are, such a strong girl.." he lifted your chin, kissing you slowly while his other hand moved your hips back and forth, your waist beads chiming softly and echoing across the large room, mixing with the wet noises of you two shamelessly fucking.

"K-Kats, what if they-" "They won't. They're convinced you're out there somewhere, and they won't stop looking until they find you. Don't focus on them, focus on taking me, pretty."

Katsuki had gotten restless, and switched positions with you. now you were pressed onto his throne, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusted in and out of you. the throne was a symbol of power, of the responsibilities that came with ruling a kingdom. and now, you two were defacing it without a care in the world.

Katsuki watched as you struggled to keep your eyes on him, smiling the whole time. "How precious, how adorable." he pressed another kiss to your forehead, glancing at your stomach and watching it bulge every time his cock penetrated you, bruising your cervix and leaving you a whining mess.

"Such a waste of pretty makeup," he crooned, wiping your mascara. "Don't worry, you'll get more."

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡-- can you tell i got a bit lazee

I'm irritated as fuck I'm irritated as fuck I'm irritated as fuck

୨ৎ synopsis -- go shopping with izu! ୨ৎ cw ! -- gn!reader x head over heels!izuku, reader tries on fem and masc clothing, hehe ୨ৎ a / n -- aww !! soo cute! sooooo cuute !!

ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵) -- today had to be one of the best days of your life; you get your coffee, your boyfriend, and an unlimited shopping day ! what more could you want?

"Ah, darling! There's a new clothing store just across the mall, would you like to go visit it?" poor Izuku was already holding so many bags from the hundreds of figurines, comics, and plushies you've bought, but that wasn't stopping him.

the light in your eyes whenever you find something you like is just so satisfying to him. he loves it! "Absolutely, that'd be awesome! I need new clothes, anyhow." he led the way, looking back every now and then to see if you were following. "Alright, here we are!"

Izuku wandered around the store for a bit, pointing out different items and asking your opinions on them, holding everything that you said you wanted to try on. "Am I gonna get a fashion show?" he teased, watching you pick up two more outfits. "Maybe, maybe not." your banter continues until you reach the changing rooms, where he sets down the bags and hands you the clothes, watching you disappear behind the curtain.

he waited patiently, typing away at his phone screen. as the curtain rolled back, he perked up and smiled widely. "Oh, my! You look amazing!" he quickly snapped pictures of you, his leg bouncing as his cheeks flushed. "It's just a blazer and some pants, babe." he shook his head. "It's like art on you !"

he snickered, watching you go back inside with a smile on your face. the next outfit was a frilly dress, and he was ready to drop dead. "Oh the patterns are so cute, I'm gonna die." he sighed dreamily, clapping happily. he snapped another picture, ushering you to try the other one on.

the second dress was much more like a sundress, just a plain lavender color. "SO pretty, like utterly jaw dropping!" he stood up to spin you, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Go try on one of those suits too." he smiled like an idiot as he went to sit back down. rolling your eyes, you slipped back into the changing room. he couldn't wait to see how you looked, he loved when you had on fancy clothing.

the suit's embroidery was beautiful, and it fit snuggly in all the right places. the second you stepped out of the dressing room, Izuku got red in the face. "Oh wow. This- this is- can we keep this one?" your laugh echoed throughout the shop as he weakly snapped another picture, trying to stay composed. "Do I look dapper?" you tease, leaning over him. he was a stammering mess, he couldn't even process your words right now.

"This one's a keeper," you mutter to yourself as you slip back inside. changing back into your regular sweatpants and t-shirt, you decide to buy all of the outfits, and Izuku is more than pleased. "I swear, you need to get into modelling with how amazing you look."

Izuku couldn't stop bragging about how wonderful you looked in every outfit you tried on the entire time he paid for the outfits and walked around the mall. "Like, can you imagine how wonderful that'd be? Just looking at a magazine and saying "Look at how jaw dropping and gobsmacking my partner is, they're so amazing!", I would love to see you everywhere everyday, it'd be so-"

frankly, he was talking way too much, and the only way you could shut him up was by giving him a big kiss. "Will you be quiet now?" he could only nod slowly, smiling happily.

it took the bare minimum for him to be head over heels.

ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)-- hehe the loser is in love hehe

ᯓ★ synopsis -- your first childbirth in the royal palace, and it went not at all according to plan. you can only imagine how your hot-headed husband will react. ᯓ★ cw ! -- mentions of near-death experiences, miscarriages, f!reader x firelord!zuko, fluff in the end, don't you worry,, ᯓ★ a / n -- aww, so cuute ! time to make it hell !!!

⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚-- "It has been thirteen hours, where is my wife?!" the flames from his anger were barely controlled, and he was a few seconds away from bursting the door down. Zuko had been hearing your screams of pain for so long he only wanted to make sure you were alright.

"My Lord, please, refrain from yelling, the Empress is still resting-" "Let me see her and my child, now!" his voice was a bit quieter, but the aggravation in his tone was still clear as day. "Firelord Zuko, her birth was very difficult, she needs time to rest and-"

he ignored their words and finally slammed the doors open, storming into the room. his eyes fell on you and the small cradle next to the bed immediately, but his only focus was you. "My love," he was at the bedside in an instant, clutching your hand and checking your temperature. "Are you alright? Is everything normal? Is the baby-" his questions came rapid fire, you couldn't even open your eyes before he helped you sit up.

"Zuko, I'm fine. It was... strenuous, but I'm alright." you motioned towards the cradle, staring up at your husband. "Go say hello to your daughter." he shook his head, leaning closer to you and pulling you into a tight embrace. "I'm more worried about you, right now. The baby is alright, but how are you?"

"I'm fine, I swear.." he shook his head again. "You were screaming your head off for thirteen hours. I listened. Didn't the midwives help? The healers?" Zuko was more than infuriated. he made sure there was the best of the best to help you in your pregnancy, and he wanted it to be as painless as possible. "Pregnancy isn't always that easy, Zuko."

there was a minute of silence between you two, interrupted by the child's cooing. "Bring her, please." Zuko carefully picked up his daughter, staring in awe. "She's.."

"Healthy, well, and beautiful." you smile, beckoning him closer. "Y.. Yes. Yes, absolutely." he gingerly set her in your arms, watching you as you adjusted her and nursed her. "You're a natural at this.."

"My mother had a lot of children, I watched her take care of them." the intimacy of the moment was heartwarming, but there were still concerns circling in Zuko's mind. "Are you sure you're alright..?"

his hand found yours as he looked at the bloodied towels discarded elsewhere, the surgical supplies, the excess water and the tiredness in your eyes. "You were in such pain and struggling, and I couldn't help you, I wasn't there to.." the words caught in his chest, tightening and twisting. "I thought you.."

you gently placed your hand on his, guiding it to your daughters' small body, placing on her chest to feel her heartbeat. "We made that, Zuko. We made her." there was a feeling of dread in your stomach, pooling slowly and spreading to your fingertips as they shook. "We almost lost her, but she's here now. I'm here too."

Zuko nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple and caressing the small baby's cheek. "My precious daughter.."

he held both of you closely, letting out a sigh that he didn't know was building up in his chest.

"My wife.. my family."

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ -- Zuko would be such a girl dad

⭑.ᐟ synopsis -- why are you insecure ? boy, he wants that cookie !! he wants that bussy !! ⭑.ᐟ cw ! -- transmasc!bottom!reader x teasing!downbad!katsuki, name calling, overstim, squirting, just porn atp,, ⭑.ᐟ a / n -- SHOUT OUT TO MY TRANSMASCS, MY ENBYS, MY AGENDERS, MY CIS PEEPS, AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN WITH THE TASTY PUSSIES !!! WITH THE BUSHES !! WITH THE CLEAN SHAVES !! WITH THE CUTE DESIGNS !! SHOUT OUT TO ALL THE PUHH !!! TO THE PUNANI !!!!

⭑.ᐟ-- "When I say sit, I mean sit." he looks almost offended that you would even suggest something as preposterous as you suffocating him while he eats you out.

"Y- You literally won't be breathing !" it was a bit embarrassing to be in your position, gripping the bedframe tightly as you lean over your husband's face. "You act like I ain't used to that, babes." "Katsuki!"

he rolled his eyes, placing his hands tightly on your hip dips. "I. Want. You. To sit. On my face." he repeats slowly. there was no deterring him from this. "I wanna feel you throb against my lips. I wanna drain you of everything you got,"

he pulled you slightly, your knees dipping into the soft mattress. "So sit on my fucking face, and look pretty. That's all you gotta do, babe." your body was acting before your mind, but you knew well it was what you wanted.

the second he felt you putting your weight on him, that was his green light. he acted desperately, hungrily even. his nails dug into your skin while his tongue feverishly grazed your clit and every inch of your folds, memorizing every part with it. he never wanted to forget your taste.

Katsuki groaned loudly as he ate his meal, relishing in every moan and quiver you let out. your ass sat comfortably on his chest, your pussy in his mouth and your juices running all down his chin. what more could a man possibly want?

your stomach churned and clenched in a familiar knot, your hips moving on their own to grind against his face. "Oh fuck... fuck Kats, that feels so good.." his tongue slowly slid in and out of you, skilled and patient, making sure you were enjoying every second.

he's wanted you to feel everything he's doing to you and then beg for more.

your clit was swollen from him suckling on it, and your legs were tired from tensing up every time you came. yet he still wasn't done, he wanted more. you tried to lift yourself up just a tiny bit to give him a few seconds to breathe, but he wasn't having it.

his nails dug in deeper as he started sucking on your clit harder, growling and pulling you closer like an animal. he started at you from between your thighs, watching your head roll back in ecstasy. "Oh my god! Oh fuck, fuck fuck..." the cold iron from the wedding ring on his fingers stung in the best way possible.

your whines were music to his ears, he knew you were close again just by listening to you. he pressed a gentle kiss to your clit before licking it a few more times, swallowing all your juices the second they started to flow. he was a nasty freak, and he knew you liked that.

he finally let you lift yourself up for a little break, catching his breath himself. he licked the remaining liquid off his chin, staring up at you hungrily. "I need more, pretty boy." his voice was low, but loud enough for you to hear it.

"Breathe for a bit, and then sit your pretty ass back down."

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ soo eepers guys..

I do take requests, and the things i definitely do not write about are the absolute basics of things i do not write --

anything remotely close to sexual assault, nonconsensual or similar to that.

i do write platonic things, but absolutely NOTHING sexual within a fanfic while there is a child mentioned.

no abuse content. i did it once, i do not want to do it again.

any hardcore kinks -- im fine with other kinks as long as you dm me or ask me about it first, because im not freakasauraus and i do not know about every kink other the sun, just tell me what it is and ill tell you if im comfortable about it

i do write gore, and i do write death and angst and i show no mercy to characters,, but i am heavy on boundaries. if i do not want to write something, i will not write it.

i do write about pregnancy and childbirth, mainly fluff about it and angst if im feeling mean, but do know, if i do not like/ feel uncomfortable with your request i will absolutely delete it.

ykw

in honor of pride month almost arising, you're getting FORBIDDEN GAY LOVE SOON

SUFFER AND CRY.

one, aesthetic

its cutesy

two, its to make sure that the freaks who read ts in public dont get caught and are able to hide the freaky fics before someone can read da words

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𖹭.ᐟ synopsis -- the new fire-lord needs an heir, and you had been offered up almost immediately, so with no other choice, Zuko decides that you'll be his bride. 𖹭.ᐟ cw ! -- female!royal!reader x protective!Zuko, angst if you squint, cutesy moments, sigh sigh blah blah 𖹭.ᐟ a / n -- haha we love zuko haha forget about me being gone in like forever shh,,

⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚-- seven months had gone by since the agreement was made that sealed your fate. the vibrant green leaves of the garden you loved to visit were now crumpled and withered away, snowfall becoming more common as chills ran through your body every now and then.

your arranged husband wasn't as cold as the winter, though. not as cruel as the advisors claimed him to be. not to you, at least.

you had your own room to yourself, meals delivered to the door and freedom to move around the palace if you wished. the streets knew your name and let it wander around the town like a heavy cloud, your very presence commanding a respect not warranted by you, but by your spouse.

quietly, like a plague, he had been clearing the empire of those who ridiculed your name. whoever even dared to speak on you would end up gone; whether they were exiled or murdered, no one knew. but every citizen of the fire nation new well that to speak badly on you was a death wish.

and you had started to notice.

"You left me flowers," your voice echoed throughout the large study that Zuko engrossed himself in for almost all the hours of the day. the glass of his pen seemed redder under the candlelight. "They're one's that I favor." Zuko looked up to you, his eyes seemed a bit soft, compared to the steel look you usually notice whenever he speaks to anyone else.

"Thank you." he shakes his head, immediately standing and nearly knocking over the ink jar. "No need to thank me, i-it's my duty as your-" he hesitates, as if he hadn't earned that title yet. "It's the least I could do." your hands still clutched the bundle of handpicked flowers tightly, still a bit nervous about this interaction.

for the entire seven months that you had been in this palace, not once has he mistreated you, harmed you, or forced you to do anything. for the most part, he's acted like a devoted husband. you almost feel guilty for not reciprocating his adoration. it's just something you're not used to.

"I just wonder where you got them from. The trees have died, the crops have withered. Where did you find flowers?" the warmth of the candles and his proximity eased your racing thoughts.

"I- I have.. We, have an indoor garden, I thought I showed it to you." his hands shook slightly as he reached for yours, then put them behind his back, clearing his throat. "I can show it to you, if you'd like."

his steps were quiet as he walked, careful and calculated as if he knew every inch of this place. he probably did. he memorized the sound of your footsteps too. you slowing down, you speeding up, even when you're standing still. he memorized almost everything about you, and yet he was still such an awkward husband.

"The indoor garden was established a long, long time ago, i-it was something that a lot of the previous empresses wanted, so it was built in their honor." his fingers kept nipping at the hem of his robes, almost as if he felt ridiculous for even bringing it up.

why would you want to be called his empress when you were practically offered up like a prize in the first place? he never wanted to put labels on you, but sometimes he couldn't help himself, it felt almost natural. "That's sweet of them." you comment lightly, stepping in first as he opened one of the two large doors.

the room was vast, glass windows with intricate designs that are like figures of familiar faces from books or scrolls you've grazed over while exploring the libraries. past empresses.

the fauna and herbs that were growing were immaculate, each one was perfectly taken care of, not a single leaf discolored. it was admirable, how well Zuko took care of this garden.

"I knew you liked them, so I made sure that the garden was filled with specific plants to your liking. " he felt uncomfortable with your silence, but he never judged it. he watched as your fingers grazed petals and leaves with such gentleness he wished he could get from you. but such affection should never be forced, or it wouldn't be as genuine. and when it's genuine, it feels much more better.

he lifts his gaze to the glass portraits of past empresses on the ceiling, hoping that one day you too would be forever engraved in the garden's memory.

"I'm not your enemy, I.. I want you to know that." he spoke slowly, with a gentle tone as if speaking to a frightened animal. "I know you didn't want this entire thing to happen, and I didn't either to be honest--"

he paused for a moment. "Not that I don't want you around, I just-" he gave up on speaking, instead sitting in silence. there was something tranquil about watching you interact with the plants. "I know what you're trying to say, Fire Lord."

"Please, call me Zuko. You.. are the only one I wish to call me that." you nod in response, an acknowledgement of his preference. silence was common between you two, but this kind felt more intimate, as if there was an unspoken understanding between you two.

he took his place beside you, closely examining every plant you touched more fondly than the rest, and silently reminding himself to plant more when he had the chance.

"You wish for me to be on those glass portraits one day, don't you?"

"Yes. But only when you accept me as your husband." Zuko stared at you longingly, his mind racing with thoughts of what your life together could be.

"I hope you're willing to wait for me." your voice was all he needed to even breathe.

"I'd wait for eternity if I had to."

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ yaawn.. soo eepers