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Behind These Walls, Part Four

summary: zuko agrees to an arranged marriage with the princess of the earth kingdom but their alliance comes with terms. the most tasking one: producing an heir within a year. the only problem is zuko isn't over his ex, and you hate his guts.

pairing: firelord!zuko x earthbender!reader

wc: 6.2k

angst but major fluff to make up for it, panic attack, hallucinations, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of death, abusive fathers, mention of suicide, series is not completely accurate to canon lore

queen charlotte au!! read part one , part two , part three

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firelady (name),

i trust the first weeks of your marriage have been favorable as you adjust to life in the fire nation. your brothers miss you very much, as do i. i wish i had the time to say more, but i needed this letter to reach you urgently.

your father, the king, will be visiting you soon. by the time you receive this, he would have left a day ago. i wish i could be there, but i was not allowed.

i am proud of the woman you have become.

your guardian,

ailin

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Little Flames

pairing — Fire Lord Zuko x Fire Lady reader

word count — 2336

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The palace gardens were quieter in the late afternoon, when the sun had begun to soften and the long shadows of the trees stretched across the stone paths. The flowers along the walkway had opened fully by then, bright and stubborn against the deep green leaves, and the koi pond reflected the sky in a shimmering, restless blue.

It was the kind of day that made even the Fire Nation feel gentle.

You had claimed a shaded spot beneath one of the oldest trees in the garden, a cushion tucked neatly against the trunk and a book open in your lap. The page had been the same for the last ten minutes. Not because it was dull, but because every so often your attention drifted away from the lines and toward the small disaster unfolding a few feet away.

Your daughter, Asha, was surrounded by toys.

Blocks. A ribbon. A stuffed turtleduck with one eye slightly crooked. A wooden hoop. Two little lanterns she insisted were “for pretending.” And, somehow, a pile of pebbles she had declared essential to the game, though nobody,not even Asha,could explain what the game was.

She was four years old, which meant she moved through the world with absolute certainty and no interest in tidiness. Her dark hair had been brushed that morning, but within minutes half of it had slipped from its ribbon and now curled against her cheeks in soft, unruly waves. She wore a little red tunic embroidered with gold thread, and the fabric had already been marked with grass stains and one suspicious smudge of mud that you had chosen not to look at too closely.

At the moment, she was crouched in the middle of the grass, very solemnly making a row of blocks stand upright while her fingers sparked with small, bright flashes of fire.

Not real fire, not in the dangerous sense. Just tiny bursts,little blooms of orange light that danced over her fingertips and vanished as quickly as they came. Asha had inherited firebending young, and though she was still too little to do much beyond flick it into shapes and warm her hands when the air turned cool, she already treated it like the greatest secret in the world.

Every few seconds, she would pause and glance over her shoulder.

Not at the sky.

Not at the toys.

At you.

You lowered your gaze to the book as though you had never noticed. Asha immediately returned to her play, but you saw the tiny bright grin she tried very hard to hide.

She was checking to see if you were watching.

It happened constantly.

If she spun too fast. If she made a flower bloom out of flame. If she tried to stack three stones on top of one another while balancing on one foot. She always looked back at you afterward, the same way children do when they are hoping for praise but pretending not to want it.

You were smiling despite yourself when a familiar voice spoke from behind the tree.

“She’s doing it again.”

You turned your head and found Zuko standing near the path, his hands folded behind his back, his expression unreadable in the way only years of practice could make possible. But you knew him too well. The faint curve at the corner of his mouth gave him away.

“How long have you been there?” you asked quietly.

“Long enough.”

“That’s not an answer.”

He stepped closer, his gaze moving past you to where Asha was now arranging pebbles into what looked like a very serious kingdom. “She’s checking to see if you’re looking.”

“I know.”

“She does it every time she uses fire.”

“I know that too.”

Zuko hummed with amusement. “She thinks she’s being subtle.”

“She is four.”

“That does not mean she is subtle.”

You looked back down at your book, though you weren’t reading anymore. “She wants to impress me.”

“She wants to impress both of us.”

At that, you glanced at him again. “And you can tell because?”

Zuko’s expression softened as he watched their daughter. “Because she keeps pretending she isn’t waiting for someone to notice.”

You looked toward Asha.

She was now holding one small hand out in front of her, concentrating so hard her brow furrowed. A tiny flame sparked to life above her palm,small, round, and bright as a marigold. She gasped in delight, then immediately bit down on her smile and looked over at you again.

You kept your expression neutral on purpose.

Asha frowned, suspicious now, and the little flame in her hand wavered.

Then she looked in the other direction.

Toward the path.

Toward Zuko.

The moment she saw him, her whole face lit up.

“Papa!”

She nearly dropped the pebble she had been holding and scrambled to her feet, all her toys forgotten in an instant. The small flame vanished as she ran, her little sandals slapping against the grass. Zuko was already kneeling before she reached him, opening his arms without hesitation.

Asha crashed into him with the full force of a child who believed her father was the safest thing in the world.

He caught her effortlessly.

“Hello, little spark,” he said into her hair.

She clung to him for one dramatic second before pulling back to look up at his face. “Did you see?”

“See what?”

“My fire!”

His brows lifted in mock seriousness. “Did you make some?”

Asha groaned, scandalized. “Papa!”

You laughed softly from beneath the tree. Zuko glanced up at you with a look that was far too proud for someone pretending not to know exactly how this exchange would go.

“I saw it,” he said, turning back to her. “It was very impressive.”

Asha straightened immediately, all indignation forgotten. “It was?”

“It was.”

She beamed. “I made it round.”

“That is excellent control.”

“I was trying to make it look like the sun.”

Zuko smiled at that, brushing a hand gently over the side of her head. “Then you succeeded.”

Asha practically glowed with pride. She wriggled free from his arms and grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the center of the garden. “Come look. I made a palace.”

You watched the two of them go, your heart turning soft in that familiar, almost painful way it did whenever they were together. Zuko let himself be pulled across the lawn by a four-year-old with toy blocks and a theory about architecture. He bent at the waist to study her creation, nodding with exaggerated seriousness as she explained it.

“This is the gate,” Asha announced, pointing. “And this is where the dragons live.”

“Of course,” Zuko said gravely.

“And this is the garden.”

“Important.”

“And this is where I sit when I am Fire Lady.”

You choked on a laugh.

Asha heard you and whirled around, one hand on her hip. “Mama, don’t laugh. It is a real palace.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, hiding your smile behind the edge of your book. “I forgot you were the official architect.”

Asha considered that for a second, then nodded as though you had said something perfectly reasonable. “Yes.”

Zuko glanced at you over her head, his expression full of barely contained amusement. “Apparently we should all be taking notes.”

You shut the book at last and set it aside. “I’m certain the kingdom will survive without my notes.”

Asha, hearing the change in your voice, turned back toward you immediately. Her little face brightened all over again, and she ran back across the grass.

She stopped only when she reached the base of the tree, then lifted both arms.

You reached down and scooped her up with a practiced ease that made her squeal in delight, her arms wrapping around your neck while she pressed a warm, sticky kiss to your cheek.

“Mama,” she said, very seriously now, “did you see my fire?”

You brushed hair from her forehead. “I did.”

“It was good?”

“It was very good.”

She studied your face as though looking for a flaw in your answer. “Really good?”

You smiled. “Really, really good.”

That was enough. She settled against you with the satisfied expression of a child who had received all the proof she needed. But after a moment, her gaze drifted past your shoulder to where Zuko still stood in the grass, looking at the blocks she had left behind.

Then she wriggled. “Papa can see too?”

“Papa already saw,” you said.

Asha looked betrayed. “He did?”

“He did,” Zuko said, walking back toward you. “And I was very impressed.”

That restored her spirits at once. “I can do it again.”

“You do not need to perform on command,” you said gently.

But Zuko’s eyes were already on the small sparks that danced across her fingertips when she became excited. “Actually,” he said, “I would very much like to see it again.”

Asha grinned so wide it nearly split her face. “Watch!”

She wiggled out of your arms with your help and stood in the grass between you and Zuko. For a moment she took on a look of startling concentration, her tiny hands lifting before her chest. You and Zuko both went still, instinctively quiet.

Then Asha made a small, breathy sound of effort and pushed both hands forward.

A bright little arc of fire leapt from her palms,not large, not dangerous, but beautiful in its shape, curling briefly like a ribbon before breaking into several golden sparks that drifted upward and disappeared into the afternoon light.

Asha gasped first, as if surprised by her own success.

Then she looked at you.

Then at Zuko.

Then back at you, waiting.

You were smiling before you could stop yourself, and this time you didn’t bother to hide it. “That was wonderful.”

Asha threw both arms up in triumph. “I did it!”

“Yes, you did,” Zuko said, his voice carrying a softness that only ever seemed to appear when he looked at her. “That was excellent control.”

She beamed at him and then turned in a sudden whirl to the toy-strewn grass. “Did the blocks see?”

You laughed aloud. “I think they did.”

“They have to know,” Asha declared. “Because I am making the palace.”

Zuko folded his arms, considering the child’s makeshift empire with great seriousness. “Then I suppose this means I should bow to your authority.”

Asha’s eyes widened. “You should?”

“Of course.”

She looked delighted by the notion of her father bowing before her and immediately pointed toward the “gate” she had built from three uneven stones. “There.”

Zuko blinked. “There?”

“Yes. You must go there.”

You leaned back against the tree, trying very hard not to laugh yourself out of breath as the Fire Lord of the nation obediently crossed the grass and stopped in front of the tiny stone entrance.

Asha planted her hands on her hips. “Now bow.”

Zuko bowed.

Not a shallow dip either. A full, respectful bow so sincere that it would have humiliated several ministers if they had seen it. Asha froze.

Then she let out a delighted squeal and clapped both hands over her mouth.

“Oh,” she whispered, scandalized and thrilled all at once. “Again.”

Zuko straightened, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Again?”

“Yes.”

“Your Highness,” you said from the shade, unable to help yourself, “are you certain you wish to allow this rebellion?”

Asha turned toward you with absolute gravity. “Mama, this is not rebellion. This is my palace.”

Zuko nearly laughed outright at that.

You pressed a hand to your mouth and watched him kneel before her a second time, a proud and affectionate smile hidden in the motion of his head lowering. Asha stared as though she had just discovered a new and powerful use for the world.

When he rose again, she turned to you and raised both arms, demanding to be picked up.

You obliged, and she settled on your hip with the confidence of someone who knew she had successfully commanded the room. Her small hand reached out at once for Zuko, who came to stand beside you both.

For a moment the three of you simply stayed there beneath the tree, the garden quiet around you except for the rustle of leaves and the distant sound of water in the pond. Asha leaned against your shoulder, already sleepy now that the excitement of showing off had passed. Her fingers played absently with the edge of your sleeve while Zuko rested a hand against her back.

He looked at the two of you for a long time.

Then, in a voice so quiet it almost belonged to the shade itself, he said, “She keeps checking if you’re watching because she wants to make sure you’re proud.”

You looked down at your daughter, who was already half-lidded and drifting. “I know.”

His eyes lifted to yours. “You do?”

You smiled. “Of course I do. She’s our daughter.”

Zuko’s expression softened into something deep and unguarded. “She does it with me too.”

That made you look at him more closely.

He shrugged one shoulder, almost shy. “Every time she does something new, she checks. Like she needs to know someone saw her before she decides it was real.”

The ache in your chest was sudden and tender.

You reached for his free hand. “Then we’ll always see her.”

Zuko looked at you for a long moment before nodding once, as though the promise had settled somewhere important inside him.

Asha sighed against your shoulder, already slipping toward sleep.

Zuko brushed a kiss against her hair and then, after a beat, pressed another kiss to your temple. The sun had lowered further by then, painting the garden gold.

Under the tree, with toy blocks scattered in the grass and a sleepy four-year-old still humming faintly with leftover pride, the palace felt less like a place of duty and more like what it truly was for you all.

Home.

And in the middle of it all, your little firebending daughter slept while her parents stood guard over her small, bright world.

Ngl but your wittle baby enjoying contact naps and needing to be making physical contact with someone at all times just warms my heart, but also makes me think of Zuko who would 100000% do contact naps😭 like he's got baby in a football hold for 10-14 hours a day: walking through the hallways, sitting in on meetings, eating meals, doing one handed firebending forms (sans fire ofc) in the garden, reciting speeches while rocking the baby, reading scrolls at his desk, you name it, he's doing it with baby in tow. The only time you see the baby is when he reluctantly gives them to you to breastfeed, which he will spend that entire time at your side, hand feeding you fruit and massaging your legs. He tolerates absolutely yelling during meetings, always warning them that if the baby wakes, it'll result in harsh punishment(it actually keeps the generals in line). And he's a champion baby wearer. He can sling a baby wrap in 2.5 seconds with his eyes closed. He's also had his robes redesigned to soften the pointy edges of his breastplate, making sure the material does chafe against baby's skin. He just doesn't want to miss a moment since babies are only awake for such small windows. There's nothing more precious than seeing those little eyes that can barely see straight. You complain he's hogging the baby, but he reminds you that he also does every single diaper change, so in essence, who's really winning here.

This isn't a request or anything, but feel free to add if you see the vision lol

🦭

STOPPPP i love this!!!!

i literally ONLY get my baby when i have to feed him if my husband's home. so weekends are soooo chill for me because even if hes sleeping, my husband is like "can i have him?" "where's my buddy?"

SO IN THAT ESSENSE!!! heres a few dad!zuko headcanons which are inspired by my current mom journey of 7 weeks lol

The Fire Nation is shut down for a month. National holidays, celebrations- You name it. As long as Zuko gets to just stay in with you, he'll make up any reason for it.

No meetings or visits to foreign kingdoms until he's absolutely sure that you're okay. You have healers and physicians and handmaidens but he doesn't trust anyone but himself to help you.

He wants to be and tries to be present for everything. The first sneeze, the first hiccups, the first blowout, the first bath. And worst of all, the first vaccines. He holds the baby in his arms and baby barely stirs at the vaccines, whereas Zuko is a whole sobbing mess and constantly apologizing to the baby. Meanwhile, baby is asleep.

The birth itself? It goes against all prior Fire Nation protocols. Previous Fire Lords didn't care unless they got an heir. But Zuko? He's there with you during the birth, holding your hand, telling you how amazing you're doing. He's terrified of the amount of blood there actually is but he doesn't let it show. His focus is you and your coming baby.

When the baby finally arrives and is placed on your chest, you're already emotionally overwhelmed and sobbing but Zuko??? He's a mess. He's ugly crying. Tears, snot, heavy breathing- You name it. He can't believe that someone like him gets to feel this immense joy of fatherhood.

However, the worst thing happens after he finally has the baby in his arms. He feels so much love for them- He knows he'll protect them no matter what, from anything and everything- He can't help but think of Ozai and how could he do what he did to Zuko. Because how could any father do that to their own child?

He tries to do everything he remembered Iroh doing for him, since he was a better father than Ozai ever was.

And every moment he puts into his child, he nearly faints from joy when the baby's first words are "Dada". Because that's his baby!!! Sure, you were there- You grew them and everything. But that's Zuko's little pride and joy. Not an heir, not a future ruler. Just a bundle of absolute happiness that you gave to him. And for that, he would always be grateful to you.

AAAHHHH i just love dad stuff so much. specially now that i've seen my husband BE a dad. because culturally, the woman has all the other women of the family helping her out with the baby and postpartum but because i live in MENA and because of the war, not even my mom could come to me so my husband REALLY stepped up through all this. and i just- YES!! competent dads!!!!

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fire lady

request: Could I maybe request a one shot where reader is Fire Lady🔥 (married to my boy Zuko hehehe) and how all of the gaang’s children love to be around her? Like, she’s their auntie and all that because I refuse to think that the children didn’t grew up seeing each other as family and loving all of their crazy aunts and uncles

pairing: zuko x female!reader

warnings: none, just some wholesome fluff

a/n: this is... so long. i have no self control lmao but i hope you like this! i hope it was what you were thinking of when you requested, but if it wasn’t just send in another fire lady reader request bc i would love to continue this!

fire lady, prequel fire lady, part one fire lady, part two

“Are you excited to see everyone?” You asked your daughter softly as you brushed her hair. She stood in front of you in the vanity chair, watching you in the mirror. Her grin matched your own, but her eyes were all Zuko.

“Yes!” Izumi cheered, little arms raising in the air. “When they get here, will you sit by the Turtle Duck pond with us?” She asked sweetly.

“Of course, my love,” you hummed, hands gathering the top part of her black hair in a topknot. “Should we go ahead and place an order for some fruit tarts? Bumi and Kya go nuts for them every time they’re here,” you chuckled.

She giggled at that, and hummed to herself as you finished securing the crown in her hair. “Alright, Princess, I think you’re good to go,” you stated, patting her on the bottom once while giving her room to jump down.

“Woohoo!” She yelled and hit the ground running, out of the room and racing down the corridor. You followed her, much slower, and asked a passing servant to send a large order of the Fire Nation desserts down to the kitchens. You were excited to see your friends, it had been awhile since you’d all found time to see one another, and you especially missed your nieces and nephews. You never knew your heart could be so scattered across a group of children, but here you were.

Upon entering the courtyard, you were greeted with the sweet sight of your husband reaching up to help little Kya down from Appa’s saddle while your daughter had her arms locked around Bumi in a tight embrace.

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Living proof "Dad?" Zuko looked up from his paperwork, seeing his eldest daughter looking unsure and hesitant in the doorway of his office. "What's wrong, sweetie?" Kya rubbed her arm. "I was reading some history scrolls..." Zuko set his quill down. He and Katara hadn't hidden the war from them per se, but there were some details they hadn't explicitly told them yet. They'd decided to wait until they were older. But Zuko hadn't imagined that any of them would seek answers themselves... "And? What did you learn?" He smiled kindly at her, gesturing to one of the seats in front of his desk. She was 14 now, old enough to understand the horrors of trauma and war. Kya frowned as she walked forward. Instead of sitting she walked around the desk. Her hand stretched out towards him, "Daddy... how did you get that scar?" Her hand hesitated, not quite touching the damaged skin. She had never been afraid to touch it before. Zuko smiled sadly.  There was no need to lie to her.  "My father burned me." Kya swallowed roughly, nodding slowly. That was what she had read. She had known her grandfather was a horrid man that wrecked havoc on the whole world. Including his own family. "I'll tell you the whole story if you want to hear it." He held up a finger, "On one condition." His daughter tilted her head in question. He continued, "You have to keep in mind that you are living proof that our nation is healing from the war. Your mother and I didn't always get along, we were on opposite sides of the war after all. Don't think too badly of me... I made many mistakes when I was young." Kya threw her arms around his neck, "I'll never think badly of you, Dad. Please tell me." Zuko rested his cheek on top of her head, holding her close. When had his baby girl gotten so big? She was almost an adult already.  "I was about your age when it happened..."

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The lack of Zukka & Izumi fics is a tragedy of epic proportions.

But older and pregnant Katara would just have Zuko being like 🥰🥰🥰. Dude would be so in love and so caring. So well prepared too. And when it is born he will have the newborn laying on his chest, its little hands curled against the scar that is there.

yessss!! and her glow would be IMMACULATE while she’s pregnant so they’d be in meetings and she’d smile and he’d feel like his heart would BURST because she is just SO BEAUTIFUL.

and then when the baby is born! oh HONEY. Zuko is always up changing diapers so Katara doesn’t have to, even though she really doesn’t mind, but when she protests he’ll get all huffy and be like “Katara you carried our child in your BODY for NINE MONTHS the LEAST i can do is change the diaper” and she’d be like ok touché. and the baby and Katara are the only ones who ever have touched Zuko’s scar on his chest, and the baby has a cute infatuation with it so they giggle and poke at it. when Zuko sees how happy the scar makes the baby he’s reminded that even though his love for Katara literally almost killed him, it lead him to being happier than he ever thought he would be, and having the most beautiful child. Dad!Zuko is a MUSH and would probably cry a lot out of happiness when it’s just him and baby

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