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firelord zuko and his royal advisor fluff⋆｡°✩

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.

  A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

 A Mother’s Message

Ino’s first kiss was with Shikamaru. During a mission. Accidental slippage then a fall. A kiss that took longer time to break because they struggled to get off each other. They were 14 years old. Disgusting, yes… but for some reason Ino kept thinking about it.

Shikamaru being very protective and caring towards Ino (as a best friend and team leader, sibling-like) did not help with her getting over the incident.

That’s when Ino started to have a crush on Shikamaru. She would create excuses to stay around him longer or see him everyday, make subtle physical contact, treated him to his favorite food, dragged Chouji along to watch clouds together with him.

Yes, Chouji knew.

When Temari started visiting Konoha often because of inter-village and ambassadorial matters, Shikamaru was assigned as the default escort for her, leading to Ino experiencing intense episodes of jealousy.

Shikamaru maintained a platonic, sibling-coded love for Ino throughout. As her telepathic and mind reading abilities evolved, she could sense this in him and his growing, unspoken love for Temari.

Ino moved into the melancholic phase of unrequited love once she noticed these, often stealing moments of closeness whenever he was unaware.

Chouji, of course, was her source of comfort and consolation, despite his unfiltered advice, “I have told you for the longest time, Ino. It’s not gonna work.”

It was when Sai called her “Miss Beautiful” that Ino began the slow road to healing.

After Shikaku and Inoichi died in the war, grief, coping and trauma bonding sent Ino back into a deep infatuation for Shikamaru because of her emotional dependence on him to keep her sane.

But once she accepted the loss, she moved on, eventually progressing into a relationship with Sai.

Shikamaru remained a steady pillar and anchor for Ino till adulthood. Ino became good friends with Temari.

read part 1

it hurts to be something, it's worse to be nothing with you.

that lyric has been playing over and over and over again in your head, slow and mournful. as you fold your clothes, as you wash the dishes, as you read up articles on how to be a good mother. the daylight fades into a melting violet dusk and you miss the way he'd look at you after a long day, the way his crimson eyes always caught on yours in crowded rooms, the feel of his hand on the small of your back. worse, you miss the way his lips felt on yours, the way you'd never had to second guess him or his actions.

until you did, you guessed.

the truth is, you aren't indifferent like you'd pretended to be, packing your bags and telling sylus you needed time away. you're much more chalant than you let on, than you want to be. even though you don't want to, you cry when your playlist shuffles to his favourite songs. when you open your phone and your thumb lingers on the wallpaper of you and him— you wearing a sundress and a grin, his lips turned up and his arm around your waist. sunshine, rainbows and ponies. that's how life had felt with him, blissful and cared for and completely, utterly important. he'd been the first person to read you like a book, to treat you like you really, truly mattered. he'd been the first person to look at all your flaws and still choose to stay, to love you as deeply as a 'monster' like him could.

but even monsters have limits, you think. flaws, anyway. his eyes had snagged on someone else, someone better. you didn't blame the girl– it wasn't her fault that she was better. it wasn't her fault she'd caught a dragons eye and managed to ensnare him, no, because you'd once done the same, too. you just wondered what to do with his child.

you'd always wanted children, and you'd never really known if sylus did, too. from your early teens, you'd dreamed of having your own children, your husband, your family. years of abuse at your parents' hands had worn that dream down into a fantasy, then only a thought, but here it was. Here you were, pregnant with the child of a man who'd cheated on you. how cruel, how ironic, considering the child wasn't even his.

yes. you read that right, dear reader. it isn't even his child, though he'd possibly never find out. thankfully for you, you won't have to see that cheater's face in your child and wonder how he's doing, because the child will be born with black hair instead of silver, green eyes instead of crimson. funny he's been cheating on you with his.... 'kitten', considering you've been cheating on him with your doctor. longer than he has, probably. it isn't hard to sneak out of a heavily guarded mansion— you've snuck out of worse and better places. like zayne's office, your lipstick smudged, neck littered with bruises. his house in the dead of night, making sure nobody was on your trail. the hardest part had been hiding it from the twins, and you suspected they knew half of it already. but sylus.... he'd been too busy with his side piece to notice that you have one of your own, one who is now fathering your child.

but alas, you think, hand caressing the swell of your stomach that has begun to show, looking at the window as zayne's car pulls up in the driveway and smiling with anticipation. he'll never know.

thinking abt shoto who was so scared the first time he was with you when you were ovulating he thought his dick was gonna fall off.

who downloaded an app to keep track for him so he was always prepared and when he got the little notification a lil jolt ran through his body thinking abt all the different ways he’s gonna ruin you

who tosses you over his shoulder and brings you to the bed and eats you out for hours. fucking his fingers into your sticky pussy, curling them just right, licking at your puffy clit until you’re sobbing and begging, tears running down your cute cheeks.

who then flips you over onto your tummy and fucks you like it’s the only thing he knows. plunging in and out of you, watching you leak all over him. each sticky smack making him fuck you faster.

who leans over you, pressing your face into the pillows and ruts into you, grunting and moaning in your ear as he fills you over and over.

who thinks he’s finally worn you out and collapses on the bed next to you only for you to climb on top of him and ride him until there are tears in his eyes.