#thefirecaptainess

Or after the United Forces? Who knows. Made me feel slightly less weird seeing somebody else get it too.

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Have the mun or the muse ever LOLSHTYWFOAYADYT?...

I just got the SAME anon… o3o

My muse(s): Zzzzzuko

Do I know your muse(s): yesish | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

in the modern verse, Zuko is one of those people who doesn’t have funny or cute names for people in his phone. He’s very boring about his contacts, they’re always just their name, the most exciting he’ll get is if they’re special for some reason he might add a symbol like ? or !! or ♥ but that’s it.

Zuko loves swimming and was really good at it when he was younger, but got vastly out of practice in his teen years. He still loves being in the water though.

★“I am 6′3 “

★“I have a little brother. He’s 17.” 

☆ Iroh’s personality is based on  Prince Christopher from Roger’s and Hammerstein’s Cinderella from 1997. I just thought that he was so sweet and genuine and it’s a perfect personality for the General of the United Forces. 

On the outside Iiah looked normal. For this time of night she wasn’t trapped up in her office, stuck in her work clothing and guzzling caffeine to keep herself working to the bone on paperwork. No, her face was scrubbed of her make-up, her hair down, and her uniform replaced with a soft, red chemise. For all intents and purposes, Iiah resembled the average Joe winding down to an eventual restful slumber. If only that was the case. The thing separating her from normality was the time. Without even looking at the clock, Iiah could tell that it was far past midnight. A guess and she’d say 2 AM, maybe 3 AM if she was unlucky.

Insomnia was a h a u n t i n g mistress. The room was for the most part dark as it had been all night but now there was a single beam of light peering through a cracked doorway from the kitchen down the hall. Teacups clanked as they were placed out on the kitchen counter, water knobs squeaked, a spoon pinged as it was stirred around in the newly brewed tea. Iiah felt guilty.  Iroh deserved to be sleeping and yet here he was, half-asleep, carrying a tray of freshly made tea; he had looked so peaceful before she had riled him awake in her mental agony.

She did her best to force a smile at the unfairness of it all before graciously accepting her cup. “Thank you. You always know just what I need.”

The trip back to the bedroom was an easy one, as he memorized every other step. Retracing them, even with his eyes closed. This was, after all, not the first time he’d woken up to her in the middle of the night to assure her a good night’s sleep for once. She deserved that, at least.

The bed shifted under his weight once he crawled back into place. The lights flickering back on, revealing a mussed up Iroh after hours worth of heavy sleep. His hair parted right on the side, sticking up as if a bison had just come up and licked it until it stood on ends.

Sentence Starters

He couldn’t make out the time, but from the looks of it, it was way past midnight. Just a few shy hours before he had to wake for the morning, early for a meeting he had to attend. 

This, however, did not phase him one bit. A bit weary maybe, but his brows creased in concern as he turned to face his lover. “I’ll get the tea ready– you stay here–” he whispered in a low, comforting tone. 

In some instances he was glad he always kept tea around him at all times. In situations just like this one as he set the filter and poured the heated water into the pot.