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The war room was suffocating. Not from the heat—though the Fire Nation palace always ran warm—but from the tension crackling between you and the man sitting across the table, his golden eyes fixed on the map like it personally offended him.

"This is a terrible idea," you said, arms crossed over your chest. Fire Lord Zuko didn't even look up. "Your objection has been noted." "Noted?" You leaned forward, palms flat on the table. "We're talking about walking into the Earth Kingdom's most volatile region with half the security we need. People want you dead, Zuko.

Or have you forgotten the last three assassination attempts?" "I haven't forgotten anything." His voice was ice despite the fire in his veins. "But I also haven't forgotten that I'm the Fire Lord, and I don't need a water bender lecturing me about my own security."

There it was. That dismissive tone that made your blood boil and your heart clench at the same time. "Right, because being Fire Lord makes you immortal," you shot back.

"My mistake. I'll just pack my healing supplies for fun, then. Maybe make friendship bracelets while you get stabbed." Katara sighed from her position by the window.

"Can you two not do this right now?" "We're not doing anything," Zuko said flatly. "Oh, we're definitely doing something," you muttered under your breath.

His eyes snapped to yours then, and for a moment—just a heartbeat—something flickered in that amber gaze. Something that made your stomach flip and your defenses slam into place.

"If you have a better plan," he said slowly, "I'm listening." You hated how his voice softened, just slightly. Hated how it made you want to reach across the table and— No.

Absolutely not. "My plan is don't be an idiot," you said, forcing brightness into your tone. "Revolutionary, I know. I should write a book." "Your wisdom is overwhelming." "Your sarcasm is showing, your majesty."

Aang cleared his throat. "So... we're going to the Earth Kingdom?" Zuko stood abruptly, the chair scraping against stone. "We leave at dawn. Pack light.

We'll be moving fast through hostile territory." His gaze lingered on you for a fraction too long.

"Try not to slow us down." Your jaw dropped. "Excuse me?" But he was already walking away, his Fire Lord robes billowing dramatically behind him like he practiced it.

Which he probably did. Dramatic jerk. "I don't slow anyone down!" you called after him. He paused at the doorway, glancing back over his shoulder.

The sunset streaming through the windows caught his scar, painted him in gold and shadow. "Then prove it." The door slammed shut. "I hate him," you announced to the room.

Sokka snorted. "Sure you do." "I do!" "The way you hate lychee nuts?" Katara asked innocently.

"Because I've seen you eat an entire bag while claiming you hate them." You pointed at her.

"That's different, and you know it." "Is it though?" Sokka grinned.

"Because from where I'm sitting—" "I'm going to pack," you interrupted, heading for the door.

"And when Zuko gets himself killed tomorrow, don't say I didn't warn you."

Toph's voice followed you into the hallway: "Twenty gold pieces says they kiss before someone dies!"

"Thirty says someone dies because they're too busy arguing to notice the danger!" Sokka countered.

You flipped them off without turning around.

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A03

Fire literally crackles at his fingertips when he sees you talking to someone else. he can't help it

Gets broody and silent, his jaw clenched

refuses to meet your eyes until you ask what's wrong

Will find excuses to touch you: hand on your back, fingers intertwined, claiming you physically

Pulls you aside later with a low voice: "That was a long conversation"

Becomes intensely passionate in private and kisses you like he's proving something

Needs reassurance and vulnerability after

wants to hear you say you're his

His jealousy burns hot but fades quickly once he feels secure again

(Fluff, fluff and more fluff. Zuko's hopelessly in love)

Zuko was a morning person. By the time the sunlight had filtered through the windows, illuminating the foot of his bed softly, right where his sheets would wrinkle, he’d already be getting ready. He’d gotten used to this particular part of his routine. 

Mundane. 

Quiet. 

Peaceful.

He revelled in routine. After years in unrest and constant stress, this felt like a reward. Not a single soul awake in the palace but the night guards and himself. Zuko could hear himself think in the shower, feel the warmth seep into the crevices of his tired bones. He could get dressed without the rush of a meeting, the cool silky fibers meeting his flushed skin.

He wished he got to share it with you.

You tried, you really did. In the earlier days of marriage, you got up with him, sliding into his routine with much difficulty. He didn’t fight off sleep every time he opened his eyes, nor did he nod off in his showers, not like you. 

But he’d never complain. 

Not when he got to hear the sound of your shower running. Or when he would reach from behind you to help you with your regal dress, pretending to fumble for a few moments so you could loll your head back onto his shoulder. He was being greedy. Stealing your exhaustion for his own benefits. 

It worked for a while. You’d grab a tea or coffee from the staff, staring blankly at the meeting debrief papers while it worked its magic. By the next meeting you’d be an active participant.

But… it took a toll on you. 

You offered less nuanced takes on political matters. Agreed to fewer activities with Zuko. Stopped arguing with boundary-crossing admirals. Yes, you were awake. Of course you were, he was particular about optimal sleeping lengths. That wasn’t the issue. It was your biology that was.

You were a waterbender, you rose with the moon. This was the cardinal rule of the elements.

He knew that. He knew it all too well.

Thus he resolved to stop, relishing in the feeling of your sleepy head on his chest that night, your arm lazily thrown over his waist. 

He’d find other ways to extend his time with his precious wife.

And so the next morning, Zuko neglected waking you up. Loneliness had never been this suffocating. The shower too hot. His robes too heavy. His hair a mess, and the crown crooked. He pouted like a kid, golden eyes catching your less than elegant sleeping form on the bed. A sigh escaped before he could push it down. If he stayed in that orange tinted room a second longer, he’d end up in your arms.

The image of you sleeping haunted him until you joined him. He dwelled on every single detail, down to the shape of your fingers against the space he once was in. Zuko could probably paint it from memory.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” you asked, taking your usual seat.

Your husband set down a cup of coffee in front of you, in the pretty mug Iroh gifted you as part of a set, back when you were newlyweds. “You looked peaceful,”

“I’d give up peace if it meant watching your routine,” you pushed a loose strand of his hair out of his face, taking a sip with your other hand.

“Oh believe that leaving you there killed me. But you needed the sleep,”

“I can make my own decisions Zuzu,” 

A deadpan expression cut through his previously tender eyes, drawing a giggle from your chest. “Sorry, baby,” you kissed his frowning lips into a reluctant smile.

The shift in your energy was noticeable. But, it caused a sense of ambivalence in Zuko, on one end he was ecstatic to have you back to your witty self, and on the other he mourned the early light of privacy with his wife. 

He staggered back in returning to the room that evening, entering just in time to see you getting into bed. You looked cozy bathed in the moonlight, it brought out your features, softening your complexion. Dragging his feet to the bathroom to wash up and change, the firelord couldn’t help the bitter feeling inside. He wanted you so desperately to get up with him the following morning. He wanted it so bad he wanted to claw off his skin.

But not bad enough to tell you.

So he settled in bed next to you, peering over to find you reading a book. He scooted a few paces closer, pulling you into his chest. You rested your head back on his bare shoulder. “You smell nice… is that my lotion?”

He hummed, “Mine ran out,”

“Not true,” you turned your head up, “I restocked it,”

He pursed his lips, “It just smells better. I like the cooler water tribe scent,” he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You can’t deceive me with your cuteness, you klepto.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” 

You captured his lips in a kiss, a quick one, then back to your book. His cheek squished against your head, watching you annotate the different sentences in the lines with a pen.

A comforting silence pulsed between you two, only interrupted by the sound of his breathing.  

“Why’re you still up baby?”

“I miss you when I’m sleeping,”

“I’m still gonna be right here- have you been getting nightmares again?”

“No,” he blushed a little, kissing your temple.

You tilted your head up, smiling when he kissed your neck. “Zuko go to bed, you're sleepy.”

He glared at you behind slowly blinking eyes, “I’m the firelord, I think I can decide my own sleep schedule.”

“Well, who controls the firelord if not his lady? It’s past your usual time zuzu, you won’t have energy for meetings.” you ran your hand down his forearm, interlacing your fingers together. “Is this you staying up because you feel bad having made me wake up early?” “Maybe,”

“Idiot,” you pressed your lips to the underside of his jaw. He licked his lips, skull dropping back against the headboard. “Zuko,”

“Hm?”

“You have a lot of work tomorrow,”

“Since when were you so responsible? It’s like you want me to leave,” he joked dryly.

You gave him a scolding look, pinching his bicep. “You’re so dramatic.”

He flinched, a petulant expression on his face. Zuko retracted his arm from behind you, laying down facing the wall.

You watched his little performance with your eyebrows raised, unimpressed by his theatrics.

“Are you done?”

“Goodnight.”

“Zuko,”

“I have to sleep. Busy day tomorrow. Firelord things,”

“Quit being petty,”

“I’m not, I’m being responsible,”

You leaned down, kissing the shell of his ear. “Quit being a baby. M’only looking out for you,”

He shivered, huffing in return. You scooted closer, feeling the warmth of his toned back against you. Tracing some of his scars softly, eyes back on your book. Zuko let out a content sigh. He glanced at you over his shoulder, just staring up. 

“What’re you being so pretty for?” you poked his nose. 

He took your hand, kissing the inside of your wrist. “Maybe I should just take the day off tomorrow,” he thought out loud.

You patted your thigh, and he happily obliged, resting his tired head there. “I mean, you’re gonna be tired regardless. It’s well past your bedtime,” you pushed the soft black hairs out of his face.

“Bedtime,” he mumbled sleepily, a sarcastic inflection in his tone.

You smiled, “Isn’t that what it is?” you hummed, picking up where you bookmarked, your other hand scratching his scalp.

He yawned, “S’called… optimal sleeping,”

“Okay buddy,”

It didn’t take very long before he dozed off, breath evening out. He looked sweet like this, asleep in your lap. You could barely bring yourself to shift your positions, but when you did, he easily cuddled up to your side. 

So, perhaps he’s lost his mornings with you. And despite how desperately he wished to share them with you, he’d settle for your lazy mornings and prolonged nights, even if it meant his eyebags growing heavy in meetings.

Truth be told, there’s nothing he wouldn’t lose for you.

Y/n…

Summer remained, bearing the name of love.

A tender love

Before long, it became summer itself.

When I think of it,

love in summer was always the most beautiful.

Perhaps it was only beautiful

because you were there in that summer.

I don’t know how far these words meant for you will reach,

but I will hold onto this longing

for summer, and for love.

Whenever you cross my mind,

summer rises in my heart again.

The love I knew with you

Pairing: Zuko x Reader Word Count: 782 Prompt: @fluff-cember Day 3: snowman Summary: You help Zuko make a snowman for the first time. Warnings: mild language, mentions of firebending, mild teasing, brief physical touch, implied emotional vulnerability

The crisp winter air stings your cheeks, but you don’t mind. The snow-covered Earth Kingdom village feels like a dream, its narrow streets lined with snow-laden rooftops and quiet serenity. You kick a puff of snow with your boot, grinning as the powder swirls in the breeze. For someone who’s never seen snow like this before, the possibilities seem endless.

Behind you, Zuko walks with his usual guarded intensity, golden eyes scanning the quiet village for threats that aren’t there. His breath fogs in the cold, and his arms are crossed tight over his chest as if he can will the chill away through sheer determination.

You stop in your tracks and spin to face him. “Let’s build a snowman.”

Summary: In a world that’s rebuilt by the Avatar and his friends, a young woman turns to live in hiding after discovering that she could not bend the traditional four elements. Instead, she wields something rare and true raw power. A new form of bending; Plant bending. Feared and misunderstood, she protects a mysterious child while evading those that threaten them both. 

When saving a member of the Avatar Gang, she reveals her power. After being faced with dealy attacks, she is faced with a dislodged moral compass and an uneasy alliance with Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, and Fire Lord Zuko. 

As tension rises and trust being fragile, it becomes clear that she isn’t the only thing being hunted. Will bonds form and deepen or will the constant threat of betrayal break the only thing that she had to a support system. 

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Zuko x reader: oh no, there's only one bed

- You are part of the avatar gang and are traveling with them. Zuko has recently joined you guys and the gang is slowly warming up to him.

- You had been getting along with everyone pretty well. And after Zuko joined you realised you actually have the most in common with him. You two became pretty close friends and would talk quite often.

- Your platonic feelings became replaced with romantic ones overtime when you watched Zuko teach Aang how to fire bend.

- One night, Zuko noticed that his fire bending powers have significantly weakened. He decides to train and increase his power. While practicing his fire bending, he accidentally sets fire to everyone's belongings. Luckily Katara was able to put out the fire before the damage was severe. Turns out only Zuko's tent was damaged in the fire.

Sub GN!Reader x Unspecified Dom w/ he/him pronouns

Genre: untitled smut prompt in which y/n is pretty damn desperate for relief 😃 not associated with any specific character, but could be Zuko from atla or Asra from the Arcana. just for fun and not proofread :)

contains: dom/sub dynamic, begging

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"i'm so horny, baby", you say, quietly. "i need release. i can't think straight. i can't think about anything else."

"you wont cum yet, baby. at least not with permission."

your face takes on desperate features and your breath hatches.

"please", you breathe with so much need that you feel tears building up in your eyes, but he shakes his head.

you mirror his movement, looking around the room frantically, searching for any kind of solution, any kind of possibility, any kind of release. your eyes stop as a desperate, filthy idea hits you.

"then lie to me", you say, looking up to him. "please, just tell me you'll let me cum. i need that security just for a moment. just lie."

he furrows his brows and laughs.

"oh, sweetheart?", he laughs, "are you really that desperate? that horny? enough to beg me to lie to you, even if you know it's not gonna be true?"

you swallow.