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Burnt to the Core ♨ Chapter 5 | reader(f) x Firelord Zuko
synopsis: you are firelord zuko's direct attendant. zuko has long reformed the fire nation after ozai's takedown and zuko's assuming of power. but now you had a challenge of your own: your feelings for the firelord. what was just a simple crush turned out to be more trouble than you would have imagined. but it may have been worth it.
word count: 4025
warnings: no spoilers of the movie (besides using this gif here + how gaang now looks as adults). this is mature (MDNI + trigger warning), as a lot of violence/sexual topics will be brought up. *tw for this chapter*
authors note: a little more seriousness amping up in the story. as usual, ty to all who read and enjoy-- im so glad i can provide such a fun story for yall! please comment and reblog, it lets me know im doing a good job so far :) until the next chapter x
also trust, we will see dada fight hehe
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Zuko knew better than to think he’d get a wink of rest that night.
With the Avatar and his friends coming to visit, he was disturbed by the shuffling of feet at dawn. The staff moved at a faster tune, preparing the palace for their arrival as if it was the most important thing to do. And really, it was. Ladies in Waiting rushed into bedrooms, sweeping the floor, changing the sheets, and ensuring perfection was met. Guard leaders were instructing them on their future positioning, and instructing them to heighten their awareness.
As for Zuko, he was struggling just to get out of bed. His body felt hot and heavy, like molten rocks were pressing down against his torso. But he gets up, albeit a few bone cracks here and there. He dragged his feet in his routine, getting showered and barely ready before waiting for your arrival. He was eager to see you, despite wanting to try and keep his distance from you.
You were not the issue; it was him. In hindsight, he should have known that getting close to you was not a great decision. He would have killed Lord Indra if you asked him to, and that kind of power over him was extremely dangerous. So, throughout the night, he’s convinced himself that the best thing for the both of you was to dissolve the relationship you had developed. You are his attendant, and he was your leader.
But as the minutes passed, your absence remained. You were never late, and he always admired that punctual drive of yours. But here he was, sat at the edge of his bed, eagerness being stabbed by your delay. Not that he’d admit he was anticipating seeing you.
Then, a gentle knock was heard against his door. He quickly sits up, fixing his garments to close the sliver of chest and abs he was showing. “Come in,” he struggles out, his voice still hoarse from getting up.
His glowing eyes quickly dim when it was not you entering his quarters, but another Lady in Waiting. She bows, “goodmorning, Firelord Zuko.” There it was, that monotone serving voice that he loathes. He understood it was part of their job, but that lip service has long annoyed him.
“Goodmorning,” he hums, giving a curt nod. She quickly closes the door behind her, and looks over at his massive vanity, taking hold of a brush. “Oh, are you to…?”
The Lady in Waiting nods shyly, her eyes not daring to meet his, “I will be taking Lady Sai’s place for today. So whenever you are ready, I will assist you in doing your hair.” She was nervous, as the brush shook in her hold. She was short, her attire perfectly ironed, and bun done so tightly, a strand does not dare to stick out.
She was anxious. Zuko does not protest, and finds his way to the chair. He wasn’t happy, and it wasn’t just because of your absence. You knew best how to do his, well, everything. Zuko was a bit tender headed, and you brushed his hair so well, he doesn’t even notice when you finish sometimes.
He sat there, arms crossed, teeth gritting as the attendant divided his hair into sections. She didn’t realize the way she would slide the hairpin a little too aggressively, dragging it against his scalp in the process. He winces, but doesn’t dare mood, as he didn’t want her to know he wasn’t comfortable.
He was the damn Firelord– why would tenderheadedness be a fault of his?
After a torturous bun and a long morning, the two strolled over to the throne room in the afternoon, where a stack of scrolls eagerly waited for Zuko’s arrival. He slapped his hand against his face, his amber eyes burning at his tasks through the spaces of his fingers. Fuck me, he thought to himself. The Lady in Waiting behind him cowered, fearful of his mood.
And she was not wrong to react in such a way. Zuko was in a terrible mood. Not enough to be cruel to her, but enough that he would sigh and groan every other minute. He opened scrolls so quickly, some of them ripped off of the wooden dowels. Even when signing with his quill, he would occasionally write a bit too aggressively, marking lines off the paper accidentally.
And it wasn’t that he missed you or anything.
But, when the kind Lady in Waiting prepared his tea, she trembled, similarly to you when you had first attended him. And when she prepared a cup of tea for him, the first sip he took was dreadful. It tasted of just hot water, no herbs, not even anything sweet. And she would stand so far, he’d have to raise his voice just a bit just to speak with her.
It wasn’t her fault; you spoiled him too much. Your hands were already masters at your craft before you were hired to serve him. Your warmth put fire bending to shame, especially with how careful you were when tending to him. Everything about you; your scent, your touch, your smile. He was so used to you that being without you wasn’t satisfactory to him.
“Lady,” he calls to her, getting a small jump from her. “Come here.”
She rushes down the room, and halts at the bottom of the stairs that led to his throne. She bows, “yes, my Lord?” Her words were stammered out, her skin completely pale. He felt bad for making her anxious, but that’s just part of the job.
“What is your name?” Zuko hums. He had no plans of breaking formalities with her, but he wanted to respect her and know who was attending him.
She nods, “K-Kira, m’Lord.” Her name barely wanted to leave her tongue from the way it came out so hush.
Zuko offers her a small smile, attempting to soothe her nerves, “it’s nice to meet you, Lady Kira. Thank you for serving me today.”
“Th-the honor is all mine, always my Lord!” She squeaked out, offering him yet another bow. He puts down his quill into the jar of ink beside him, and allows the scroll on the desk to loosely close.
He was direct in his words, “do you know why Lady Sai is not here attending to me?” He quickly follows his inquiry with, “do not take offense to this. I am used to her servicing me, as she is my direct and personal attendant. I need to know where she is, and why she is not here.”
Kira looks down, her anxiety peaking. This made Zuko curious, as it seemed like asking if that was something she was dreading. It felt almost as if your whereabouts were to remain unknown to him. “She… has been assigned to work elsewhere by Lady Minji.”
“Chamberlain Minji assigned my direct attendant to work on something else?” Zuko repeats her words, just clarifying that he heard her correctly. She feebly nods. “Can I ask what she is doing?”
Kira’s eyes were dim, and he knew that there was something wrong. But, it did allure him to see one of the staff members attempt to keep something from him. It was rare, and his interest and need to know where you were only skyrocketed. She finds solace at her shoes, hoping he’d stop caring and let it go.
But it was you they were talking about– he won’t let it go until he knows.
“Lady Kira, is this something I’m not to know?” Zuko asks, lowering his voice so low that even a mouse could be heard if there was one.
Kira’s eyes return to meet him, seeing his eyes completely engulfed in worry now. He had to know where you were, and what you were doing, and why you were not here, with him. “...I’m not to say, upon Lady Minji’s instructions,” Kira says quietly.
His eyes glimmer now with something a bit darker. There was an unease crawling on his skin, needing but also fearing the answer. “You do not need to concern yourself with consequence; I will not tell her who told me,” Zuko promises.
Kira sees the honesty and desperation in those amber eyes. She also realizes it’s much more dangerous to deny the Firelord than it was to disobey the Chamberlain. “Lady Minji reassigned Lady Sai to attend to the visiting lords.”
Zuko was taken aback from her words. The lords were completely taken care of by the other Ladies in Waiting, but only when they were within the Palace. From his knowledge, he was confident that the lords were spending the day in the Capital, obtaining resources to prepare for their trip back to their own villages. “But they are not in Palace grounds, correct?”
Kira nods, “they are… um…” She shuffles in place, anxious to reveal their location. But they were already too deep in the conversation, and Zuko had no intention to let up. “They are at the pub down at the Capital.”
“What?” Zuko scoffed. “Why?”
“Sh-she was told she must make it up to Lord Indra; the reason, I am not sure of,” Kira replies.
There was an anger building up in the Firelord, like a supervolcano ready to activate after a long dormancy. It was already enough that you were not present, but hearing that you were completely out of Palace grounds and in the same room as the same person who did you damage just the night before.
He tried to contain himself, letting out an annoyed sigh. A discussion with Chamberlain was a given, though it was not something he was eager to do. He had trusted the palace management to her, and that trust was quickly being tested. He reopens the scroll on his desk, attempting to refocus on his work once more.
She’s fine, he thought to himself, finding comfort in his naivety. Staff of the palace must be escorted into Capital City, regardless of the reason. Zuko put this in place to ensure their safety while not keeping them hostage in the palace. He never wanted the workers to feel as if their life is only within the walls of his home.
He taps the tip of the quill to his tongue, “what time was she escorted to the bar?”
Kira quickly clears her throat, “it was quite early, but no guards accompanied her. She went by herself.” The quill in his hand snapped, chips of wood broken to pieces and threatening to splinter him.
Suddenly, he felt all air get removed from the room. There was something hitched at his throat, and there was a sort of anger he hadn’t felt in a very long time. The most it had ever come in recent time was yesterday, when you are assaulted. And even then, that was just a scratch of its true wrath.
He puts away his work quickly, not another word leaving his lips. He had to control himself, at least for the time being. He knew he needed to confront Chamberlain, but that will be for after. His first task was to go to you. He stands straight, his robes flowing behind him, supplemented by the air from his sudden stride.
Zuko walks up to Kira and leans down, his face inches before hers. She could feel herself go hot, her nerves forcing goosebumps all over her skin. “I need you to do me a favor, if you’re willing,” he says calmly.
Kira nods, “anything for you, Firelord Zuko.”
“I want you to leave this room quietly, and should anyone ask where you are going, say that I’ve instructed you to upkeep my room,” Zuko begins his instructions, having Kira jot it down mentally. “And I do want you to remain in my quarters, but before that, find my uncle and tell him I’m going into town.”
Inform Master Iroh? She thinks curiously. Her eyes looked into his, and those amber eyes were now a dark honey. But, they held anything but sweetness in their coat, cloaked by something she could not begin to describe.
She nods once more, “understood, Firelord Zuko. A-and Lady Minji?”
“My word is above everyone else's here,” Zuko reaffirms, “should she dare go against my word, I’m not sure if she can take the entirety of the consequences that are imminent.”
A glimmer of admiration twinkles in her eyes, despite her anxiety from seeing the Firelord begin to build on his intimidating aura. She nods, “I will do as I am told, Firelord Zuko. And… thank you very much…” her words trail off, as her eyes look down woefully.
“Hm?” He tilts his head, confused by her gratitude.
“None of us did anything,” she whispered, “Sai stood there and obeyed, did not dare question her instructions.”
Zuko changes his demeanor, just for a moment, and gives her a gentle smile. “But I know you would have done something if you could’ve. I’ve made a grave mistake in allowing Minji to frighten you all as much as she does.” He straightens up again, feeling his veins begin to protrude from his neck.
Appreciative of his words, Kira quickly bows, “I will do as I am told, Firelord Zuko. Please be safe, and bring her back to us.”
Zuko felt his cheeks tint, a quiet hue of pink. It wasn’t so much that she caused it, but really her warm words. There was a sisterhood between the Ladies in Waiting, and he couldn’t help but admire the want to make sure each other were safe and sound. Even knowing that your placement is higher than the rest, you were able to create such bonds that transcends ranks.
“Do not worry,” Zuko lulls, “Sai will come home.”
Kira latches to his words, prayers swarming her mind for your safety and his calmness. As he begins to hurry towards the exit, Kira calls out to him, with another thing he should know. “Firelord Zuko!” She calls out, having him halt completely. He barely glances back at her, his eyes in view between the strands of his long, dark hair. “Lady Sai is in… very lascivious attire, upon Madam Minji’s instructions. You may not recognize her.”
Any shred of warmth has long left Zuko, and an unfamiliar person takes over. A buzzing torments his head, almost like the rationale in his mind clocked out for the day. Zuko knew better than to revert back to this, but then again, he was not himself at this moment. He lets out a deep, deep sigh, “...thank you for letting me know.”
The guards at the front of the palace were extremely surprised when they see Zuko open the front doors of the palace.
He stood there, pure disgust on his face as the front guards bowed at their posts. He goes up to one of them, waiting for them to straighten up before meeting eyes with their leader. The guard’s gulp could be heard from oceans away, his being felt small in the presence of his leader. “F-Firelord Zuko,” the guard acknowledges him, his voice slightly strained from anxiety.
“This morning, did you see Lady Sai leave the palace?” Zuko was not going to drag this. He needs information, and he needs it as soon as he requests it.
The guard goes pale, “y-yes, Lady Sai left the palace grounds just a few hours ago. She was sent to town by Chamberlain Minji.”
“Right, so my question is: why the fuck did you lot let her leave without escort?” The other guards jumped at his higher, aggressive tone. Zuko was not one to use explicit words, especially considering how much he has grown since he was younger. The once aggressive teenager had become this solemn man, hollow but still kind despite his circumstances that led him to this point.
The guard’s eyes looked over to his fellow men, who could offer nothing of assistance or solace. Zuko’s intimidating shot all of them, and they were too petrified to even move. For just a brief moment, they felt the presence of Firelord Ozai. “M-my Lord, sh-she did not tell us to escort her into tow–”
“I’ve let you all get too comfortable,” Zuko interrupts him, a growl in his voice that stunned the guard further. “You do not stray from protocol just because she did not request aid. You escort every lady that leaves this palace, and you bring her back here.”
“I-I… I apologize, My Firelord,” the guard stammers out, bowing so low that perhaps his head will meet the concrete and knock him out from this nightmare. “W-we did not realized that–”
Before he could even finish, Zuko simply turned around and began rushing down the stairs of the palace. He was so annoyed, he couldn’t be bothered to listen to a half-ass excuse. There was a mental note in his head to do additional training for them, as this was unacceptable and below his standard.
He was pissed. When he made it down into the city, everyone quickly dropped their daily tasks and immediately bowed. Adults and children alike, though some young ones who didn’t know did not follow suit. Not that Zuko cared, his mind was completely elsewhere. His posse of guards could barely keep up, as Zuko’s stride was at a pace they were not used to.
He knew this bar well. The Fire Nation Bar was infamous, mainly because its clientele was male-only. He didn’t give a damn about other men’s vices. They could drink or smoke their lives away should they feel inclined to. So long as they did not cause harm to others in the process.
But Zuko understood what alcohol does to someone. Their right mind goes to the gutter, replaced with the parts of their mind that they keep shut for a reason.
To think you were in there boiled his blood.
Without hesitance, he rips open the curtain that served as the door. The dimly illuminated tavern had now been struck by a sudden light of the day. Smoke quickly hurried from the bar, with many eyes suddenly going over to the entrance. Laughter slowly dissolved when realizing what guest arrived in their lounging space.
“F-Firelord Zuko!” Many of them exclaimed, putting down their drinks to quickly bow. He was disgusted by the many men who attempted to bow, only they were either slumped in their chairs or had completely fallen to the ground in the process.
But he did not care for them at this moment. Eyes scan the room, looking past the bartenders in order to spot the visiting lords. Even the foul stench of sweat and beer could not wane his search for you. Ambar eyes quickly locate Lord Indra, and something in Zuko finally snapped.
He pushed past drunk men, shoving tables and stools out of his way, unable to care about causing damage. The visiting lords quickly realized the situation, their eyes wide and full of fear. Robes are quickly being closed, ties shakily being tightened and looped. A few cups fall to the ground, with a few waitresses contemplating to pick them up for the sake of their job, or leaving them to avoid being noticed by the Firelord himself.
They choose the latter and remain still.
One lord quickly tries his best to escalate the situation. He rises from his seat, clearly not as drunk as his fellow leaders, and offers Zuko a bow. "Good afternoon, Firelord Zuko,” he hums, the facade of confidence evident in his face and voice. “What a surprise to find you here.”
“Move,” Zuko said simply. He did not have time for chit chat. In fact, why did he even give him a response? “I’ll move you myself if you prefer.”
The threat proved sufficient, and the lord sat back down, offering sympathetic eyes to Lord Indra. And speaking of, the other lords silently moved out of Zuko’s away, as Lord Indra could be found at the farthest end of the bar. A drink in his hand, his beard still unkempt, and a smirk as cocky as ever.
And Zuko did not like it one bit.
Lord Indra, still with a smile, looks up at Zuko, “Firelord Zuko!” He cheers as if he was excited to see him. “What pleasure do we owe for this visit?”
“Where is she?” Zuko cuts to the chase.
Lord Indra looks at him, astonished at Zuko’s anger. “My Lord, you surely cannot be serious.” He looks around the room, the other lords baffled at his confidence in speaking to the Firelord. “Over a mere servant? How do you expect to be followed with a spine so soft?”
Zuko was tired. He looks over at one of the waitresses, “where is the Lady that was with these creatures?”
The waitress, welled up in trepidation, looked into his eyes fearfully. She gestured to the backroom, which was only meant to be accessed by the workers of the bar. “She’s in there,” the waitress spoke quietly.
Zuko looked back at his guards, “do not let anyone leave. I’ll be back.”
He walks past Lord Indra, who freezes from his stride. He tried playing it cool, finishing his beer while looking over at his fellow lords with a lopsided smile. But when he realized how far the lords had moved from him, with spooked expressions, there was a sudden, unsettling feeling crawling up from his toes.
He knew he was fucked, but he never expected for the Firelord to come out and retrieve you himself. He intended to simply put you in your place before he left, considering the ‘dishonor’ you brought to him. Could he be blamed? He tried to ease his mind. A servant embarrassing him, a lord, has no place anywhere.
But even his thoughts could no longer coddle him.
Zuko pushes the curtain away, being met with shelves loaded with ingredients, and dishes (both dirty and cleaned) all about the narrow hall. He looks left and right, before noticing many waitresses surrounding something. Or someone.
Unease drags itself up his legs, his body feeling the same heaviness as he did this morning. But this time, it was as if something wanted to stop him from looking. From seeing you, but in a way he was dreading. The waitresses looked back and noticed him, quickly bowing before slowly moving out of his way.
And to his horror, he found you, but it was clear he was too late.
There you were, sat in a stool, facing away from him. You quietly hissed and whimpered, your arms holding each other so tightly that cuts ensued from the way you dented your fingers into your flesh. Your hair was completely liberated, but those beautiful locks seemed lifeless.
Kira’s information regarding your change in attire rang true. Zuko’s eyes noticed the white silk dress, which only truly covered your rear and legs. But even that was a stretch, as the garment was completely backless. And that was where the true horror of Zuko’s nightmares was located.
Clothed pieces of ice were being dabbed on your back, with the two waitresses keeping them pressed against your body while looking back at Zuko. They were frozen, waiting for any sort of words or command from him. But considering the stoicism present in his expression, they offer him a curt bow before removing the ice from your back.
And there it was: a crooked lash, a blistering red and white burn, from the top left of your scapula, ending towards the lower right of your back.
You glance back at Zuko, and he finally gets to see your face, despite how much it immediately broke him. Cheeks were flushed, and shiny with hot tears. You wanted to offer him a smile, but even your body could not lie. All you could muster was a quiet, “Zuko…”
How many chapters will burnt to the core have? Im trying to read it all together 😭
Z
that's a good question! honestly, i didn't even think that far ahead!
i imagine it won't surpass 20 chapters, but because im writing as i go, i soak up so many more ideas that go along my initial plot, even im not sure. (it makes me a bad, irresponsible writer in that regard).
as a guess, ill say (for now) im aiming for 15 chapters. in my mind, there's this story and then maybe a sequel. i just want to make space for the rest of gaang bc i love them so much
i promise to work hard and get all the chapters out as fast as i can! cause i completely get it, i like reading everything all together too
thank u for the ask and i wish i could give you a better answer x
Burnt to the Core ♨ Chapter 5 | reader(f) x Firelord Zuko
synopsis: you are firelord zuko's direct attendant. zuko has long reformed the fire nation after ozai's takedown and zuko's assuming of power. but now you had a challenge of your own: your feelings for the firelord. what was just a simple crush turned out to be more trouble than you would have imagined. but it may have been worth it.
word count: 4025
warnings: no spoilers of the movie (besides using this gif here + how gaang now looks as adults). this is mature (MDNI + trigger warning), as a lot of violence/sexual topics will be brought up. *tw for this chapter*
authors note: a little more seriousness amping up in the story. as usual, ty to all who read and enjoy-- im so glad i can provide such a fun story for yall! please comment and reblog, it lets me know im doing a good job so far :) until the next chapter x
also trust, we will see dada fight hehe
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Zuko knew better than to think he’d get a wink of rest that night.
With the Avatar and his friends coming to visit, he was disturbed by the shuffling of feet at dawn. The staff moved at a faster tune, preparing the palace for their arrival as if it was the most important thing to do. And really, it was. Ladies in Waiting rushed into bedrooms, sweeping the floor, changing the sheets, and ensuring perfection was met. Guard leaders were instructing them on their future positioning, and instructing them to heighten their awareness.
As for Zuko, he was struggling just to get out of bed. His body felt hot and heavy, like molten rocks were pressing down against his torso. But he gets up, albeit a few bone cracks here and there. He dragged his feet in his routine, getting showered and barely ready before waiting for your arrival. He was eager to see you, despite wanting to try and keep his distance from you.
You were not the issue; it was him. In hindsight, he should have known that getting close to you was not a great decision. He would have killed Lord Indra if you asked him to, and that kind of power over him was extremely dangerous. So, throughout the night, he’s convinced himself that the best thing for the both of you was to dissolve the relationship you had developed. You are his attendant, and he was your leader.
But as the minutes passed, your absence remained. You were never late, and he always admired that punctual drive of yours. But here he was, sat at the edge of his bed, eagerness being stabbed by your delay. Not that he’d admit he was anticipating seeing you.
Then, a gentle knock was heard against his door. He quickly sits up, fixing his garments to close the sliver of chest and abs he was showing. “Come in,” he struggles out, his voice still hoarse from getting up.
His glowing eyes quickly dim when it was not you entering his quarters, but another Lady in Waiting. She bows, “goodmorning, Firelord Zuko.” There it was, that monotone serving voice that he loathes. He understood it was part of their job, but that lip service has long annoyed him.
“Goodmorning,” he hums, giving a curt nod. She quickly closes the door behind her, and looks over at his massive vanity, taking hold of a brush. “Oh, are you to…?”
The Lady in Waiting nods shyly, her eyes not daring to meet his, “I will be taking Lady Sai’s place for today. So whenever you are ready, I will assist you in doing your hair.” She was nervous, as the brush shook in her hold. She was short, her attire perfectly ironed, and bun done so tightly, a strand does not dare to stick out.
She was anxious. Zuko does not protest, and finds his way to the chair. He wasn’t happy, and it wasn’t just because of your absence. You knew best how to do his, well, everything. Zuko was a bit tender headed, and you brushed his hair so well, he doesn’t even notice when you finish sometimes.
He sat there, arms crossed, teeth gritting as the attendant divided his hair into sections. She didn’t realize the way she would slide the hairpin a little too aggressively, dragging it against his scalp in the process. He winces, but doesn’t dare mood, as he didn’t want her to know he wasn’t comfortable.
He was the damn Firelord– why would tenderheadedness be a fault of his?
After a torturous bun and a long morning, the two strolled over to the throne room in the afternoon, where a stack of scrolls eagerly waited for Zuko’s arrival. He slapped his hand against his face, his amber eyes burning at his tasks through the spaces of his fingers. Fuck me, he thought to himself. The Lady in Waiting behind him cowered, fearful of his mood.
And she was not wrong to react in such a way. Zuko was in a terrible mood. Not enough to be cruel to her, but enough that he would sigh and groan every other minute. He opened scrolls so quickly, some of them ripped off of the wooden dowels. Even when signing with his quill, he would occasionally write a bit too aggressively, marking lines off the paper accidentally.
And it wasn’t that he missed you or anything.
But, when the kind Lady in Waiting prepared his tea, she trembled, similarly to you when you had first attended him. And when she prepared a cup of tea for him, the first sip he took was dreadful. It tasted of just hot water, no herbs, not even anything sweet. And she would stand so far, he’d have to raise his voice just a bit just to speak with her.
It wasn’t her fault; you spoiled him too much. Your hands were already masters at your craft before you were hired to serve him. Your warmth put fire bending to shame, especially with how careful you were when tending to him. Everything about you; your scent, your touch, your smile. He was so used to you that being without you wasn’t satisfactory to him.
“Lady,” he calls to her, getting a small jump from her. “Come here.”
She rushes down the room, and halts at the bottom of the stairs that led to his throne. She bows, “yes, my Lord?” Her words were stammered out, her skin completely pale. He felt bad for making her anxious, but that’s just part of the job.
“What is your name?” Zuko hums. He had no plans of breaking formalities with her, but he wanted to respect her and know who was attending him.
She nods, “K-Kira, m’Lord.” Her name barely wanted to leave her tongue from the way it came out so hush.
Zuko offers her a small smile, attempting to soothe her nerves, “it’s nice to meet you, Lady Kira. Thank you for serving me today.”
“Th-the honor is all mine, always my Lord!” She squeaked out, offering him yet another bow. He puts down his quill into the jar of ink beside him, and allows the scroll on the desk to loosely close.
He was direct in his words, “do you know why Lady Sai is not here attending to me?” He quickly follows his inquiry with, “do not take offense to this. I am used to her servicing me, as she is my direct and personal attendant. I need to know where she is, and why she is not here.”
Kira looks down, her anxiety peaking. This made Zuko curious, as it seemed like asking if that was something she was dreading. It felt almost as if your whereabouts were to remain unknown to him. “She… has been assigned to work elsewhere by Lady Minji.”
“Chamberlain Minji assigned my direct attendant to work on something else?” Zuko repeats her words, just clarifying that he heard her correctly. She feebly nods. “Can I ask what she is doing?”
Kira’s eyes were dim, and he knew that there was something wrong. But, it did allure him to see one of the staff members attempt to keep something from him. It was rare, and his interest and need to know where you were only skyrocketed. She finds solace at her shoes, hoping he’d stop caring and let it go.
But it was you they were talking about– he won’t let it go until he knows.
“Lady Kira, is this something I’m not to know?” Zuko asks, lowering his voice so low that even a mouse could be heard if there was one.
Kira’s eyes return to meet him, seeing his eyes completely engulfed in worry now. He had to know where you were, and what you were doing, and why you were not here, with him. “...I’m not to say, upon Lady Minji’s instructions,” Kira says quietly.
His eyes glimmer now with something a bit darker. There was an unease crawling on his skin, needing but also fearing the answer. “You do not need to concern yourself with consequence; I will not tell her who told me,” Zuko promises.
Kira sees the honesty and desperation in those amber eyes. She also realizes it’s much more dangerous to deny the Firelord than it was to disobey the Chamberlain. “Lady Minji reassigned Lady Sai to attend to the visiting lords.”
Zuko was taken aback from her words. The lords were completely taken care of by the other Ladies in Waiting, but only when they were within the Palace. From his knowledge, he was confident that the lords were spending the day in the Capital, obtaining resources to prepare for their trip back to their own villages. “But they are not in Palace grounds, correct?”
Kira nods, “they are… um…” She shuffles in place, anxious to reveal their location. But they were already too deep in the conversation, and Zuko had no intention to let up. “They are at the pub down at the Capital.”
“What?” Zuko scoffed. “Why?”
“Sh-she was told she must make it up to Lord Indra; the reason, I am not sure of,” Kira replies.
There was an anger building up in the Firelord, like a supervolcano ready to activate after a long dormancy. It was already enough that you were not present, but hearing that you were completely out of Palace grounds and in the same room as the same person who did you damage just the night before.
He tried to contain himself, letting out an annoyed sigh. A discussion with Chamberlain was a given, though it was not something he was eager to do. He had trusted the palace management to her, and that trust was quickly being tested. He reopens the scroll on his desk, attempting to refocus on his work once more.
She’s fine, he thought to himself, finding comfort in his naivety. Staff of the palace must be escorted into Capital City, regardless of the reason. Zuko put this in place to ensure their safety while not keeping them hostage in the palace. He never wanted the workers to feel as if their life is only within the walls of his home.
He taps the tip of the quill to his tongue, “what time was she escorted to the bar?”
Kira quickly clears her throat, “it was quite early, but no guards accompanied her. She went by herself.” The quill in his hand snapped, chips of wood broken to pieces and threatening to splinter him.
Suddenly, he felt all air get removed from the room. There was something hitched at his throat, and there was a sort of anger he hadn’t felt in a very long time. The most it had ever come in recent time was yesterday, when you are assaulted. And even then, that was just a scratch of its true wrath.
He puts away his work quickly, not another word leaving his lips. He had to control himself, at least for the time being. He knew he needed to confront Chamberlain, but that will be for after. His first task was to go to you. He stands straight, his robes flowing behind him, supplemented by the air from his sudden stride.
Zuko walks up to Kira and leans down, his face inches before hers. She could feel herself go hot, her nerves forcing goosebumps all over her skin. “I need you to do me a favor, if you’re willing,” he says calmly.
Kira nods, “anything for you, Firelord Zuko.”
“I want you to leave this room quietly, and should anyone ask where you are going, say that I’ve instructed you to upkeep my room,” Zuko begins his instructions, having Kira jot it down mentally. “And I do want you to remain in my quarters, but before that, find my uncle and tell him I’m going into town.”
Inform Master Iroh? She thinks curiously. Her eyes looked into his, and those amber eyes were now a dark honey. But, they held anything but sweetness in their coat, cloaked by something she could not begin to describe.
She nods once more, “understood, Firelord Zuko. A-and Lady Minji?”
“My word is above everyone else's here,” Zuko reaffirms, “should she dare go against my word, I’m not sure if she can take the entirety of the consequences that are imminent.”
A glimmer of admiration twinkles in her eyes, despite her anxiety from seeing the Firelord begin to build on his intimidating aura. She nods, “I will do as I am told, Firelord Zuko. And… thank you very much…” her words trail off, as her eyes look down woefully.
“Hm?” He tilts his head, confused by her gratitude.
“None of us did anything,” she whispered, “Sai stood there and obeyed, did not dare question her instructions.”
Zuko changes his demeanor, just for a moment, and gives her a gentle smile. “But I know you would have done something if you could’ve. I’ve made a grave mistake in allowing Minji to frighten you all as much as she does.” He straightens up again, feeling his veins begin to protrude from his neck.
Appreciative of his words, Kira quickly bows, “I will do as I am told, Firelord Zuko. Please be safe, and bring her back to us.”
Zuko felt his cheeks tint, a quiet hue of pink. It wasn’t so much that she caused it, but really her warm words. There was a sisterhood between the Ladies in Waiting, and he couldn’t help but admire the want to make sure each other were safe and sound. Even knowing that your placement is higher than the rest, you were able to create such bonds that transcends ranks.
“Do not worry,” Zuko lulls, “Sai will come home.”
Kira latches to his words, prayers swarming her mind for your safety and his calmness. As he begins to hurry towards the exit, Kira calls out to him, with another thing he should know. “Firelord Zuko!” She calls out, having him halt completely. He barely glances back at her, his eyes in view between the strands of his long, dark hair. “Lady Sai is in… very lascivious attire, upon Madam Minji’s instructions. You may not recognize her.”
Any shred of warmth has long left Zuko, and an unfamiliar person takes over. A buzzing torments his head, almost like the rationale in his mind clocked out for the day. Zuko knew better than to revert back to this, but then again, he was not himself at this moment. He lets out a deep, deep sigh, “...thank you for letting me know.”
The guards at the front of the palace were extremely surprised when they see Zuko open the front doors of the palace.
He stood there, pure disgust on his face as the front guards bowed at their posts. He goes up to one of them, waiting for them to straighten up before meeting eyes with their leader. The guard’s gulp could be heard from oceans away, his being felt small in the presence of his leader. “F-Firelord Zuko,” the guard acknowledges him, his voice slightly strained from anxiety.
“This morning, did you see Lady Sai leave the palace?” Zuko was not going to drag this. He needs information, and he needs it as soon as he requests it.
The guard goes pale, “y-yes, Lady Sai left the palace grounds just a few hours ago. She was sent to town by Chamberlain Minji.”
“Right, so my question is: why the fuck did you lot let her leave without escort?” The other guards jumped at his higher, aggressive tone. Zuko was not one to use explicit words, especially considering how much he has grown since he was younger. The once aggressive teenager had become this solemn man, hollow but still kind despite his circumstances that led him to this point.
The guard’s eyes looked over to his fellow men, who could offer nothing of assistance or solace. Zuko’s intimidating shot all of them, and they were too petrified to even move. For just a brief moment, they felt the presence of Firelord Ozai. “M-my Lord, sh-she did not tell us to escort her into tow–”
“I’ve let you all get too comfortable,” Zuko interrupts him, a growl in his voice that stunned the guard further. “You do not stray from protocol just because she did not request aid. You escort every lady that leaves this palace, and you bring her back here.”
“I-I… I apologize, My Firelord,” the guard stammers out, bowing so low that perhaps his head will meet the concrete and knock him out from this nightmare. “W-we did not realized that–”
Before he could even finish, Zuko simply turned around and began rushing down the stairs of the palace. He was so annoyed, he couldn’t be bothered to listen to a half-ass excuse. There was a mental note in his head to do additional training for them, as this was unacceptable and below his standard.
He was pissed. When he made it down into the city, everyone quickly dropped their daily tasks and immediately bowed. Adults and children alike, though some young ones who didn’t know did not follow suit. Not that Zuko cared, his mind was completely elsewhere. His posse of guards could barely keep up, as Zuko’s stride was at a pace they were not used to.
He knew this bar well. The Fire Nation Bar was infamous, mainly because its clientele was male-only. He didn’t give a damn about other men’s vices. They could drink or smoke their lives away should they feel inclined to. So long as they did not cause harm to others in the process.
But Zuko understood what alcohol does to someone. Their right mind goes to the gutter, replaced with the parts of their mind that they keep shut for a reason.
To think you were in there boiled his blood.
Without hesitance, he rips open the curtain that served as the door. The dimly illuminated tavern had now been struck by a sudden light of the day. Smoke quickly hurried from the bar, with many eyes suddenly going over to the entrance. Laughter slowly dissolved when realizing what guest arrived in their lounging space.
“F-Firelord Zuko!” Many of them exclaimed, putting down their drinks to quickly bow. He was disgusted by the many men who attempted to bow, only they were either slumped in their chairs or had completely fallen to the ground in the process.
But he did not care for them at this moment. Eyes scan the room, looking past the bartenders in order to spot the visiting lords. Even the foul stench of sweat and beer could not wane his search for you. Ambar eyes quickly locate Lord Indra, and something in Zuko finally snapped.
He pushed past drunk men, shoving tables and stools out of his way, unable to care about causing damage. The visiting lords quickly realized the situation, their eyes wide and full of fear. Robes are quickly being closed, ties shakily being tightened and looped. A few cups fall to the ground, with a few waitresses contemplating to pick them up for the sake of their job, or leaving them to avoid being noticed by the Firelord himself.
They choose the latter and remain still.
One lord quickly tries his best to escalate the situation. He rises from his seat, clearly not as drunk as his fellow leaders, and offers Zuko a bow. "Good afternoon, Firelord Zuko,” he hums, the facade of confidence evident in his face and voice. “What a surprise to find you here.”
“Move,” Zuko said simply. He did not have time for chit chat. In fact, why did he even give him a response? “I’ll move you myself if you prefer.”
The threat proved sufficient, and the lord sat back down, offering sympathetic eyes to Lord Indra. And speaking of, the other lords silently moved out of Zuko’s away, as Lord Indra could be found at the farthest end of the bar. A drink in his hand, his beard still unkempt, and a smirk as cocky as ever.
And Zuko did not like it one bit.
Lord Indra, still with a smile, looks up at Zuko, “Firelord Zuko!” He cheers as if he was excited to see him. “What pleasure do we owe for this visit?”
“Where is she?” Zuko cuts to the chase.
Lord Indra looks at him, astonished at Zuko’s anger. “My Lord, you surely cannot be serious.” He looks around the room, the other lords baffled at his confidence in speaking to the Firelord. “Over a mere servant? How do you expect to be followed with a spine so soft?”
Zuko was tired. He looks over at one of the waitresses, “where is the Lady that was with these creatures?”
The waitress, welled up in trepidation, looked into his eyes fearfully. She gestured to the backroom, which was only meant to be accessed by the workers of the bar. “She’s in there,” the waitress spoke quietly.
Zuko looked back at his guards, “do not let anyone leave. I’ll be back.”
He walks past Lord Indra, who freezes from his stride. He tried playing it cool, finishing his beer while looking over at his fellow lords with a lopsided smile. But when he realized how far the lords had moved from him, with spooked expressions, there was a sudden, unsettling feeling crawling up from his toes.
He knew he was fucked, but he never expected for the Firelord to come out and retrieve you himself. He intended to simply put you in your place before he left, considering the ‘dishonor’ you brought to him. Could he be blamed? He tried to ease his mind. A servant embarrassing him, a lord, has no place anywhere.
But even his thoughts could no longer coddle him.
Zuko pushes the curtain away, being met with shelves loaded with ingredients, and dishes (both dirty and cleaned) all about the narrow hall. He looks left and right, before noticing many waitresses surrounding something. Or someone.
Unease drags itself up his legs, his body feeling the same heaviness as he did this morning. But this time, it was as if something wanted to stop him from looking. From seeing you, but in a way he was dreading. The waitresses looked back and noticed him, quickly bowing before slowly moving out of his way.
And to his horror, he found you, but it was clear he was too late.
There you were, sat in a stool, facing away from him. You quietly hissed and whimpered, your arms holding each other so tightly that cuts ensued from the way you dented your fingers into your flesh. Your hair was completely liberated, but those beautiful locks seemed lifeless.
Kira’s information regarding your change in attire rang true. Zuko’s eyes noticed the white silk dress, which only truly covered your rear and legs. But even that was a stretch, as the garment was completely backless. And that was where the true horror of Zuko’s nightmares was located.
Clothed pieces of ice were being dabbed on your back, with the two waitresses keeping them pressed against your body while looking back at Zuko. They were frozen, waiting for any sort of words or command from him. But considering the stoicism present in his expression, they offer him a curt bow before removing the ice from your back.
And there it was: a crooked lash, a blistering red and white burn, from the top left of your scapula, ending towards the lower right of your back.
You glance back at Zuko, and he finally gets to see your face, despite how much it immediately broke him. Cheeks were flushed, and shiny with hot tears. You wanted to offer him a smile, but even your body could not lie. All you could muster was a quiet, “Zuko…”
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Burnt to the Core ♨ Chapter 5 | reader(f) x Firelord Zuko
synopsis: you are firelord zuko's direct attendant. zuko has long reformed the fire nation after ozai's takedown and zuko's assuming of power. but now you had a challenge of your own: your feelings for the firelord. what was just a simple crush turned out to be more trouble than you would have imagined. but it may have been worth it.
word count: 4025
warnings: no spoilers of the movie (besides using this gif here + how gaang now looks as adults). this is mature (MDNI + trigger warning), as a lot of violence/sexual topics will be brought up. *tw for this chapter*
authors note: a little more seriousness amping up in the story. as usual, ty to all who read and enjoy-- im so glad i can provide such a fun story for yall! please comment and reblog, it lets me know im doing a good job so far :) until the next chapter x
also trust, we will see dada fight hehe
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Zuko knew better than to think he’d get a wink of rest that night.
With the Avatar and his friends coming to visit, he was disturbed by the shuffling of feet at dawn. The staff moved at a faster tune, preparing the palace for their arrival as if it was the most important thing to do. And really, it was. Ladies in Waiting rushed into bedrooms, sweeping the floor, changing the sheets, and ensuring perfection was met. Guard leaders were instructing them on their future positioning, and instructing them to heighten their awareness.
As for Zuko, he was struggling just to get out of bed. His body felt hot and heavy, like molten rocks were pressing down against his torso. But he gets up, albeit a few bone cracks here and there. He dragged his feet in his routine, getting showered and barely ready before waiting for your arrival. He was eager to see you, despite wanting to try and keep his distance from you.
You were not the issue; it was him. In hindsight, he should have known that getting close to you was not a great decision. He would have killed Lord Indra if you asked him to, and that kind of power over him was extremely dangerous. So, throughout the night, he’s convinced himself that the best thing for the both of you was to dissolve the relationship you had developed. You are his attendant, and he was your leader.
But as the minutes passed, your absence remained. You were never late, and he always admired that punctual drive of yours. But here he was, sat at the edge of his bed, eagerness being stabbed by your delay. Not that he’d admit he was anticipating seeing you.
Then, a gentle knock was heard against his door. He quickly sits up, fixing his garments to close the sliver of chest and abs he was showing. “Come in,” he struggles out, his voice still hoarse from getting up.
His glowing eyes quickly dim when it was not you entering his quarters, but another Lady in Waiting. She bows, “goodmorning, Firelord Zuko.” There it was, that monotone serving voice that he loathes. He understood it was part of their job, but that lip service has long annoyed him.
“Goodmorning,” he hums, giving a curt nod. She quickly closes the door behind her, and looks over at his massive vanity, taking hold of a brush. “Oh, are you to…?”
The Lady in Waiting nods shyly, her eyes not daring to meet his, “I will be taking Lady Sai’s place for today. So whenever you are ready, I will assist you in doing your hair.” She was nervous, as the brush shook in her hold. She was short, her attire perfectly ironed, and bun done so tightly, a strand does not dare to stick out.
She was anxious. Zuko does not protest, and finds his way to the chair. He wasn’t happy, and it wasn’t just because of your absence. You knew best how to do his, well, everything. Zuko was a bit tender headed, and you brushed his hair so well, he doesn’t even notice when you finish sometimes.
He sat there, arms crossed, teeth gritting as the attendant divided his hair into sections. She didn’t realize the way she would slide the hairpin a little too aggressively, dragging it against his scalp in the process. He winces, but doesn’t dare mood, as he didn’t want her to know he wasn’t comfortable.
He was the damn Firelord– why would tenderheadedness be a fault of his?
After a torturous bun and a long morning, the two strolled over to the throne room in the afternoon, where a stack of scrolls eagerly waited for Zuko’s arrival. He slapped his hand against his face, his amber eyes burning at his tasks through the spaces of his fingers. Fuck me, he thought to himself. The Lady in Waiting behind him cowered, fearful of his mood.
And she was not wrong to react in such a way. Zuko was in a terrible mood. Not enough to be cruel to her, but enough that he would sigh and groan every other minute. He opened scrolls so quickly, some of them ripped off of the wooden dowels. Even when signing with his quill, he would occasionally write a bit too aggressively, marking lines off the paper accidentally.
And it wasn’t that he missed you or anything.
But, when the kind Lady in Waiting prepared his tea, she trembled, similarly to you when you had first attended him. And when she prepared a cup of tea for him, the first sip he took was dreadful. It tasted of just hot water, no herbs, not even anything sweet. And she would stand so far, he’d have to raise his voice just a bit just to speak with her.
It wasn’t her fault; you spoiled him too much. Your hands were already masters at your craft before you were hired to serve him. Your warmth put fire bending to shame, especially with how careful you were when tending to him. Everything about you; your scent, your touch, your smile. He was so used to you that being without you wasn’t satisfactory to him.
“Lady,” he calls to her, getting a small jump from her. “Come here.”
She rushes down the room, and halts at the bottom of the stairs that led to his throne. She bows, “yes, my Lord?” Her words were stammered out, her skin completely pale. He felt bad for making her anxious, but that’s just part of the job.
“What is your name?” Zuko hums. He had no plans of breaking formalities with her, but he wanted to respect her and know who was attending him.
She nods, “K-Kira, m’Lord.” Her name barely wanted to leave her tongue from the way it came out so hush.
Zuko offers her a small smile, attempting to soothe her nerves, “it’s nice to meet you, Lady Kira. Thank you for serving me today.”
“Th-the honor is all mine, always my Lord!” She squeaked out, offering him yet another bow. He puts down his quill into the jar of ink beside him, and allows the scroll on the desk to loosely close.
He was direct in his words, “do you know why Lady Sai is not here attending to me?” He quickly follows his inquiry with, “do not take offense to this. I am used to her servicing me, as she is my direct and personal attendant. I need to know where she is, and why she is not here.”
Kira looks down, her anxiety peaking. This made Zuko curious, as it seemed like asking if that was something she was dreading. It felt almost as if your whereabouts were to remain unknown to him. “She… has been assigned to work elsewhere by Lady Minji.”
“Chamberlain Minji assigned my direct attendant to work on something else?” Zuko repeats her words, just clarifying that he heard her correctly. She feebly nods. “Can I ask what she is doing?”
Kira’s eyes were dim, and he knew that there was something wrong. But, it did allure him to see one of the staff members attempt to keep something from him. It was rare, and his interest and need to know where you were only skyrocketed. She finds solace at her shoes, hoping he’d stop caring and let it go.
But it was you they were talking about– he won’t let it go until he knows.
“Lady Kira, is this something I’m not to know?” Zuko asks, lowering his voice so low that even a mouse could be heard if there was one.
Kira’s eyes return to meet him, seeing his eyes completely engulfed in worry now. He had to know where you were, and what you were doing, and why you were not here, with him. “...I’m not to say, upon Lady Minji’s instructions,” Kira says quietly.
His eyes glimmer now with something a bit darker. There was an unease crawling on his skin, needing but also fearing the answer. “You do not need to concern yourself with consequence; I will not tell her who told me,” Zuko promises.
Kira sees the honesty and desperation in those amber eyes. She also realizes it’s much more dangerous to deny the Firelord than it was to disobey the Chamberlain. “Lady Minji reassigned Lady Sai to attend to the visiting lords.”
Zuko was taken aback from her words. The lords were completely taken care of by the other Ladies in Waiting, but only when they were within the Palace. From his knowledge, he was confident that the lords were spending the day in the Capital, obtaining resources to prepare for their trip back to their own villages. “But they are not in Palace grounds, correct?”
Kira nods, “they are… um…” She shuffles in place, anxious to reveal their location. But they were already too deep in the conversation, and Zuko had no intention to let up. “They are at the pub down at the Capital.”
“What?” Zuko scoffed. “Why?”
“Sh-she was told she must make it up to Lord Indra; the reason, I am not sure of,” Kira replies.
There was an anger building up in the Firelord, like a supervolcano ready to activate after a long dormancy. It was already enough that you were not present, but hearing that you were completely out of Palace grounds and in the same room as the same person who did you damage just the night before.
He tried to contain himself, letting out an annoyed sigh. A discussion with Chamberlain was a given, though it was not something he was eager to do. He had trusted the palace management to her, and that trust was quickly being tested. He reopens the scroll on his desk, attempting to refocus on his work once more.
She’s fine, he thought to himself, finding comfort in his naivety. Staff of the palace must be escorted into Capital City, regardless of the reason. Zuko put this in place to ensure their safety while not keeping them hostage in the palace. He never wanted the workers to feel as if their life is only within the walls of his home.
He taps the tip of the quill to his tongue, “what time was she escorted to the bar?”
Kira quickly clears her throat, “it was quite early, but no guards accompanied her. She went by herself.” The quill in his hand snapped, chips of wood broken to pieces and threatening to splinter him.
Suddenly, he felt all air get removed from the room. There was something hitched at his throat, and there was a sort of anger he hadn’t felt in a very long time. The most it had ever come in recent time was yesterday, when you are assaulted. And even then, that was just a scratch of its true wrath.
He puts away his work quickly, not another word leaving his lips. He had to control himself, at least for the time being. He knew he needed to confront Chamberlain, but that will be for after. His first task was to go to you. He stands straight, his robes flowing behind him, supplemented by the air from his sudden stride.
Zuko walks up to Kira and leans down, his face inches before hers. She could feel herself go hot, her nerves forcing goosebumps all over her skin. “I need you to do me a favor, if you’re willing,” he says calmly.
Kira nods, “anything for you, Firelord Zuko.”
“I want you to leave this room quietly, and should anyone ask where you are going, say that I’ve instructed you to upkeep my room,” Zuko begins his instructions, having Kira jot it down mentally. “And I do want you to remain in my quarters, but before that, find my uncle and tell him I’m going into town.”
Inform Master Iroh? She thinks curiously. Her eyes looked into his, and those amber eyes were now a dark honey. But, they held anything but sweetness in their coat, cloaked by something she could not begin to describe.
She nods once more, “understood, Firelord Zuko. A-and Lady Minji?”
“My word is above everyone else's here,” Zuko reaffirms, “should she dare go against my word, I’m not sure if she can take the entirety of the consequences that are imminent.”
A glimmer of admiration twinkles in her eyes, despite her anxiety from seeing the Firelord begin to build on his intimidating aura. She nods, “I will do as I am told, Firelord Zuko. And… thank you very much…” her words trail off, as her eyes look down woefully.
“Hm?” He tilts his head, confused by her gratitude.
“None of us did anything,” she whispered, “Sai stood there and obeyed, did not dare question her instructions.”
Zuko changes his demeanor, just for a moment, and gives her a gentle smile. “But I know you would have done something if you could’ve. I’ve made a grave mistake in allowing Minji to frighten you all as much as she does.” He straightens up again, feeling his veins begin to protrude from his neck.
Appreciative of his words, Kira quickly bows, “I will do as I am told, Firelord Zuko. Please be safe, and bring her back to us.”
Zuko felt his cheeks tint, a quiet hue of pink. It wasn’t so much that she caused it, but really her warm words. There was a sisterhood between the Ladies in Waiting, and he couldn’t help but admire the want to make sure each other were safe and sound. Even knowing that your placement is higher than the rest, you were able to create such bonds that transcends ranks.
“Do not worry,” Zuko lulls, “Sai will come home.”
Kira latches to his words, prayers swarming her mind for your safety and his calmness. As he begins to hurry towards the exit, Kira calls out to him, with another thing he should know. “Firelord Zuko!” She calls out, having him halt completely. He barely glances back at her, his eyes in view between the strands of his long, dark hair. “Lady Sai is in… very lascivious attire, upon Madam Minji’s instructions. You may not recognize her.”
Any shred of warmth has long left Zuko, and an unfamiliar person takes over. A buzzing torments his head, almost like the rationale in his mind clocked out for the day. Zuko knew better than to revert back to this, but then again, he was not himself at this moment. He lets out a deep, deep sigh, “...thank you for letting me know.”
The guards at the front of the palace were extremely surprised when they see Zuko open the front doors of the palace.
He stood there, pure disgust on his face as the front guards bowed at their posts. He goes up to one of them, waiting for them to straighten up before meeting eyes with their leader. The guard’s gulp could be heard from oceans away, his being felt small in the presence of his leader. “F-Firelord Zuko,” the guard acknowledges him, his voice slightly strained from anxiety.
“This morning, did you see Lady Sai leave the palace?” Zuko was not going to drag this. He needs information, and he needs it as soon as he requests it.
The guard goes pale, “y-yes, Lady Sai left the palace grounds just a few hours ago. She was sent to town by Chamberlain Minji.”
“Right, so my question is: why the fuck did you lot let her leave without escort?” The other guards jumped at his higher, aggressive tone. Zuko was not one to use explicit words, especially considering how much he has grown since he was younger. The once aggressive teenager had become this solemn man, hollow but still kind despite his circumstances that led him to this point.
The guard’s eyes looked over to his fellow men, who could offer nothing of assistance or solace. Zuko’s intimidating shot all of them, and they were too petrified to even move. For just a brief moment, they felt the presence of Firelord Ozai. “M-my Lord, sh-she did not tell us to escort her into tow–”
“I’ve let you all get too comfortable,” Zuko interrupts him, a growl in his voice that stunned the guard further. “You do not stray from protocol just because she did not request aid. You escort every lady that leaves this palace, and you bring her back here.”
“I-I… I apologize, My Firelord,” the guard stammers out, bowing so low that perhaps his head will meet the concrete and knock him out from this nightmare. “W-we did not realized that–”
Before he could even finish, Zuko simply turned around and began rushing down the stairs of the palace. He was so annoyed, he couldn’t be bothered to listen to a half-ass excuse. There was a mental note in his head to do additional training for them, as this was unacceptable and below his standard.
He was pissed. When he made it down into the city, everyone quickly dropped their daily tasks and immediately bowed. Adults and children alike, though some young ones who didn’t know did not follow suit. Not that Zuko cared, his mind was completely elsewhere. His posse of guards could barely keep up, as Zuko’s stride was at a pace they were not used to.
He knew this bar well. The Fire Nation Bar was infamous, mainly because its clientele was male-only. He didn’t give a damn about other men’s vices. They could drink or smoke their lives away should they feel inclined to. So long as they did not cause harm to others in the process.
But Zuko understood what alcohol does to someone. Their right mind goes to the gutter, replaced with the parts of their mind that they keep shut for a reason.
To think you were in there boiled his blood.
Without hesitance, he rips open the curtain that served as the door. The dimly illuminated tavern had now been struck by a sudden light of the day. Smoke quickly hurried from the bar, with many eyes suddenly going over to the entrance. Laughter slowly dissolved when realizing what guest arrived in their lounging space.
“F-Firelord Zuko!” Many of them exclaimed, putting down their drinks to quickly bow. He was disgusted by the many men who attempted to bow, only they were either slumped in their chairs or had completely fallen to the ground in the process.
But he did not care for them at this moment. Eyes scan the room, looking past the bartenders in order to spot the visiting lords. Even the foul stench of sweat and beer could not wane his search for you. Ambar eyes quickly locate Lord Indra, and something in Zuko finally snapped.
He pushed past drunk men, shoving tables and stools out of his way, unable to care about causing damage. The visiting lords quickly realized the situation, their eyes wide and full of fear. Robes are quickly being closed, ties shakily being tightened and looped. A few cups fall to the ground, with a few waitresses contemplating to pick them up for the sake of their job, or leaving them to avoid being noticed by the Firelord himself.
They choose the latter and remain still.
One lord quickly tries his best to escalate the situation. He rises from his seat, clearly not as drunk as his fellow leaders, and offers Zuko a bow. "Good afternoon, Firelord Zuko,” he hums, the facade of confidence evident in his face and voice. “What a surprise to find you here.”
“Move,” Zuko said simply. He did not have time for chit chat. In fact, why did he even give him a response? “I’ll move you myself if you prefer.”
The threat proved sufficient, and the lord sat back down, offering sympathetic eyes to Lord Indra. And speaking of, the other lords silently moved out of Zuko’s away, as Lord Indra could be found at the farthest end of the bar. A drink in his hand, his beard still unkempt, and a smirk as cocky as ever.
And Zuko did not like it one bit.
Lord Indra, still with a smile, looks up at Zuko, “Firelord Zuko!” He cheers as if he was excited to see him. “What pleasure do we owe for this visit?”
“Where is she?” Zuko cuts to the chase.
Lord Indra looks at him, astonished at Zuko’s anger. “My Lord, you surely cannot be serious.” He looks around the room, the other lords baffled at his confidence in speaking to the Firelord. “Over a mere servant? How do you expect to be followed with a spine so soft?”
Zuko was tired. He looks over at one of the waitresses, “where is the Lady that was with these creatures?”
The waitress, welled up in trepidation, looked into his eyes fearfully. She gestured to the backroom, which was only meant to be accessed by the workers of the bar. “She’s in there,” the waitress spoke quietly.
Zuko looked back at his guards, “do not let anyone leave. I’ll be back.”
He walks past Lord Indra, who freezes from his stride. He tried playing it cool, finishing his beer while looking over at his fellow lords with a lopsided smile. But when he realized how far the lords had moved from him, with spooked expressions, there was a sudden, unsettling feeling crawling up from his toes.
He knew he was fucked, but he never expected for the Firelord to come out and retrieve you himself. He intended to simply put you in your place before he left, considering the ‘dishonor’ you brought to him. Could he be blamed? He tried to ease his mind. A servant embarrassing him, a lord, has no place anywhere.
But even his thoughts could no longer coddle him.
Zuko pushes the curtain away, being met with shelves loaded with ingredients, and dishes (both dirty and cleaned) all about the narrow hall. He looks left and right, before noticing many waitresses surrounding something. Or someone.
Unease drags itself up his legs, his body feeling the same heaviness as he did this morning. But this time, it was as if something wanted to stop him from looking. From seeing you, but in a way he was dreading. The waitresses looked back and noticed him, quickly bowing before slowly moving out of his way.
And to his horror, he found you, but it was clear he was too late.
There you were, sat in a stool, facing away from him. You quietly hissed and whimpered, your arms holding each other so tightly that cuts ensued from the way you dented your fingers into your flesh. Your hair was completely liberated, but those beautiful locks seemed lifeless.
Kira’s information regarding your change in attire rang true. Zuko’s eyes noticed the white silk dress, which only truly covered your rear and legs. But even that was a stretch, as the garment was completely backless. And that was where the true horror of Zuko’s nightmares was located.
Clothed pieces of ice were being dabbed on your back, with the two waitresses keeping them pressed against your body while looking back at Zuko. They were frozen, waiting for any sort of words or command from him. But considering the stoicism present in his expression, they offer him a curt bow before removing the ice from your back.
And there it was: a crooked lash, a blistering red and white burn, from the top left of your scapula, ending towards the lower right of your back.
You glance back at Zuko, and he finally gets to see your face, despite how much it immediately broke him. Cheeks were flushed, and shiny with hot tears. You wanted to offer him a smile, but even your body could not lie. All you could muster was a quiet, “Zuko…”
Firstly, I hope you all still looking forward to Chapter 5 of Burnt to the Core. A bit of delay on my end; life is catching up to me and I don't wanna miss moments with my loved ones. Life is beautiful and short.
Please expect the next chapter (5) sometime this weekend. I appreciate you all for being patient and sending so much love to my story :)
I've also re-picked up art again, so perrrhaaaps I will also participate in making some Zuko drawlings for you all to enjoy at some point in the future.
Firstly, I hope you all still looking forward to Chapter 5 of Burnt to the Core. A bit of delay on my end; life is catching up to me and I don't wanna miss moments with my loved ones. Life is beautiful and short.
Please expect the next chapter (5) sometime this weekend. I appreciate you all for being patient and sending so much love to my story :)
I've also re-picked up art again, so perrrhaaaps I will also participate in making some Zuko drawlings for you all to enjoy at some point in the future.
Burnt to the Core ♨ Chapter 4 | reader(f) x Firelord Zuko
synopsis: you are firelord zuko's direct attendant. zuko has long reformed the fire nation after ozai's takedown and zuko's assuming of power. but now you had a challenge of your own: your feelings for the firelord. what was just a simple crush turned out to be more trouble than you would have imagined. but it may have been worth it.
word count: 4442
warnings: no spoilers of the movie (besides using this gif here + how gaang now looks as adults). this is mature (MDNI + trigger warning), as a lot of violence/sexual topics will be brought up.
authors note: yall i lowkey cooked here im ngllllll oouu sh. anyways, please enjoy and ill see u in chapter 5 <3 oh also, future chapters may take more time. work calls, but do not worry, i will not abandon this story
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There was something interesting in seeing Lord Zuko like this.
It was like seeing an entirely different person. His hair that poured straight down and sat wherever it could was now illuminated by his bashful flame, dancing away by its updraft. His jaw was tightened– as if disgust tainted his tastebuds and he was forced to deal with the taste. You watched his chest heave in such a quickened pace, you’d think he’d be a few breaths from a panic attack.
But, he was calm. At least, so it seemed.
And Lord Indra was still not convinced. But, his body did indicate some veil of worry, his body wary of itself. He’s daring, but still cautious, aware of the sudden change in the air. “Firelord Zuko, I can assure you that Master Iroh has exaggerated the situation at hand. Ask the girl yourself!” He puts the spotlight on you.
And it was a power move indeed, because you stood there, feeble and ungrounded. He knew that you would freeze, lacking the confidence to supplement Master Iroh’s observations. You were the victim, and somehow Lord Indra made you feel like the problem. You eye him distastefully, seeing the very villain unfold before you.
And not a damn word left your lips, because at that very moment, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. All air escaped you, and what was left was a defenseless body. Your hands clench onto the skirt of your dress, bundling its fabric in your hand as if it will take you away from this place, from this moment. As if you could just disappear.
“Go on, girl,” Lord Indra's words made you feel like a mutt. A toothy smirk mocked you. He eyes your legs, smirking at how withdrawn you’ve become. “Tell the Firelord that nothing has happened. Or…” his eyes look you up and down, “feel free to prove otherwise.”
You never truly understood the meaning of being between a rock and a hard place. Your parents used to say it many times, but you figured it was some sort of lingo, or saying originating from the Earth Kingdom. Your parents were not well versed with the world, so you just figured this was just mimicking sayings passed along through rumor mills and the likes.
And Master Iroh could not do a thing to assist. For you to prove it would mean for you to strip yourself. You had already felt exposed enough, but before the Firelord was a different feeling of vulnerability. Your mind spiraled as you clutched your garments a little harder. But, you gave it just a bit more thought.
You were already here, in a situation you can no longer avoid.
“Please forgive me, Firelord Zuko,” you mutter quietly, your hands latching onto the ties that held your robe. It wasn’t like you were completely nude underneath. White undergarments and a corset resided around your body. But, even so, they define your body just enough to make you feel as if you were exposed should you ever be reduced to this.
But then, Lord Zuko put his free hand up to you, halting your actions.
“I did not ask for her to prove anything to me,” Lord Zuko firmly states, his fire still emitting its wisps of flame and strings of lightning. “I asked for an Agni Kai, so please feel free to prepare yourself.”
Lord Indra finally felt the nerves, unable to quite deflect Lord Zuko’s change in behavior. It was his insistence, and the way his eyes were no longer welcoming, but rather cold and attached to a sort of anger he could not understand. But, he continues to traverse into foreign territory, scratching at the surface of something he shouldn’t have.
“For a measly peasant girl,” Lord Indra takes a stab at you, humoring himself in the process, “c’mon now, Firelord Zuko; you have to get a grip. The Firelord should never waste his time on a woman so beneath us.”
Lord Zuko is still for just a moment, until he stands from his throne. He slowly descends the stairs, his steps just barely making a sound as they gently pit pat the solid ground. Fire still in hand, it struggles to keep itself reserved. Small embers pop! from it, almost as if even the fire could not tolerate its own power. He stands just inches before Lord Indra, who begins to crack just a bit when he takes a step back himself.
He doesn’t allow him to take any more steps. Within a second, Lord Zuko has his fire orbiting around Lord Indra’s neck, being precise and not allowing any flame to touch his skin. Though, it is ultimately up to Lord Indra to keep still, or else. “You’re very brave to speak to me the way you have,” Lord Zuko states simply, “considering who you are speaking to.”
“Firelord Zuko,” Lord Indra somewhat pleads in his voice. But Lord Zuko does not give him the chance.
“You have chosen to come to my palace, assault my attendant, disrespect my uncle, and now, you deny me Agni Kai?” There’s grit in his voice, his hands forming the action of choking, despite the fire already holding Lord Indra hostage. “Where is your honor?”
The fire begins to close in around Lord Indra’s neck, the heat just centimeters from burning his flesh directly. It was already searing, and you could smell his agony from here. “F-Firelord Zuko– you can’t!” Lord Indra exclaims, his hands gripping at his own garments. “You outlawed Agni Kai yourself!”
Then, it happened: Lord Zuko smiled.
But the smile was not of joy, or any sort of content for that matter. There was a sinister satisfaction in his smile, drawn by Lord Indra’s hail mary. “So you remember that I am the Firelord,” he hums lowly, that toothy grin as snarky and nervewrecking as his initial change. “Just this one time, just for you, I will lift the ban.”
There it finally was. Lord Indra cowers at his words, his hands shooting up in the air in resignation. Was it the fire that was only moments from clearing his neck? Or maybe the static sound of lightning that would zap his body to bits? Or maybe it was Firelord Zuko’s sudden change– a cold so brisk that even the Fire Nation itself would not be able to keep warm. But, Lord Indra still hadn’t said a thing.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy,” Lord Zuko’s words slip off his tongue, as if this was something he was known for. “Unlike Lady Sai, you are not so fire resistant.” Lord Indra remained still, dribbles of sweat rolling down his temples. He embodied fear while still refusing to yield. It was as if he doubted Lord Zuko’s aggressiveness, as if he was bluffing.
Then, you saw the fire get closer, and begin to burn Lord Indra’s beard, and the tips of his hair. Any more of this, and he’d be bald first before his physical body got burnt. And, you weren’t sure why you did it, but your legs moved before your brain thought. You quickly rush to Lord Zuko’s side, bowing so low that you were sure your head would touch the floor.
“Please don’t do this, Firelord Zuko,” you begged quietly, your eyes closed as if the treatment would be given to you instead. You could feel yourself wanting to cry, assuming all blame for Lord Zuko’s sudden brazen nature. “Please, leave him be.”
Something clicked in Lord Zuko’s mind. Your act pulled him out of the relaxed chaos in his mind. Seeing your kindness out on display, for the coward he was holding hostage, brought him back to reality. Back to the person he worked so hard to become. But, he was not quite finished with Lord Indra.
“She is here, asking for mercy for you,” Lord Zuko points out, shaming him further. He was full of disgust from Lord Indra and his audacity. But, at the same time, it bothered him to know that, within his palace, within his reach, he could not protect you from what was forced on you. “And you stand here, without an apology or a pinch of remorse for your actions.”
Lord Indra felt reduced to atoms, like he was nothing before the very Firelord that could maim him. Or, if he were so brutal, kill him. “Pl-please, Firelord Zuko,” Lord Indra forces out, a painful growl following his words. The flames were already leaving light burns around his neck due to the intensity of the heat. “L-let me go, and I will get on my knees before her.”
Lord Zuko rolls his eyes, baffled at how long it took to break him. He looks over at you, with his hand waving underneath your face. “Please rise,” he coos, his voice much more soft than it was a moment ago. “Are you still willing to accept an apology from Lord Indra?”
Standing up straight, Lord Zuko saw your personal expression of disgust towards the man. He could tell immediately that you could not care less for whatever half-assed apology he was offering. He was more concerned for his own neck (literally) than contrition over what he did to you. But, nevertheless, you wanted this to be done and over with. You simply nod.
“You are luckier than I thought,” Lord Zuko scoffs, his eyes narrowing down at the defeated man before him. He lets his fire instill a bit more fear, a bit more hurt, before putting it out completely.
Lord Indra meets the ground immediately, holding his chest desperately for air, and relishing in his momentary freedom. His situation, however, was long from over. While he gasped desperately, Lord Zuko had already been plotting.
“Hey,” Lord Zuko snaps, gesturing to you right after. His raven locks were down once again, complimenting the stern aura that Lord Zuko has maintained since the start of the confrontation. “Best take your opportunity while I’m feeling lenient.”
He quickly crawled over to you, still struggling to supply his lungs with air. His hands are flat on the cold ground, his knees digging into it as well from the weight of his own stress. His face meets the floor as well, and he begins to stammer, “I apologize greatly, My Lady, f-for disrespecting you during your work.”
You were somewhat amused, despite your own stress over this matter. You had never had anyone, let alone a nobleman, apologize to you. It reminds you that ranking and class do not have a correlation. “Thank you for your apology,” you say briefly, “but, I do not accept it.”
Both Master Iroh and Lord Zuko were stunted at your words. For Master Iroh, he knew you had some spunk in you; he just did not predict it to be seen in such a serious situation. As for Lord Zuko, his heart has skipped a beat or two, and his mind felt more at ease.
Lord Indra felt like vanishing right then and there. He was already embarrassed enough, having been caught by Master Iroh for being perverse and demented. But now the Firelord chewed him out, and you were the final obstacle, setting him ablaze completely. All the ingredients together to create a humiliating meal.
Lord Zuko was quick to get rid of him, but not without additional consequences. You listened intently to the list, with Master Iroh sitting there, pride engulfing him. Here was Lord Zuko’s demands:
He is to leave Capital City before morning. Should he and his men still be here, imprisonment will follow. A temporary ban of Capital City will also be enacted.
A new representative of the Takeda Clan must be appointed prior to the next meeting. This is nonnegotiable.
For the future, any abuse or disrespect of staff will receive a more serious punishment, regardless of who you are.
As a few guards escorted Lord Indra out, Lord Zuko also fetched a few guards for you. “Escort her to her quarters safely. And you must stand sentinel outside her door until she starts her work tomorrow, understood?”
You quickly wave your hand as the two guards follow their given instructions. They stood behind you while you tried to reason with Lord Zuko, “My Strongest Firelord, this is unnecessary, truly!” You pull your sleeves up, and pat your body, “no real harm came my way, and the person who committed the act is no longer in the palace.”
He looks at you, those amber eyes authoritative, yet somber. They were apologetic, like a truant puppy. Like he was the one who caused the trouble. “Have a wonderful night, Sai. Guards, if you will.”
And just like that, you were dismissed. You glanced back a few times as you were being escorted out, but Lord Zuko had turned to Master Iroh, exchanging words with voices you were too far to hear. But, considering Master Iroh’s woeful smile, you could tell that this situation was not easy for anyone involved.
After washing up and changing into your fresh night attire, you take a seat at your vanity, staring at yourself blankly in the massive mirror in front of you. You felt guilty as you stared at your reflection, seeing the weak girl before you. Had you just been more firm and insistent, perhaps Master Iroh would have shoved this under the rug, and it could have been long forgotten.
But, at the same time, Lord Zuko’s face reminded you of his goal to better the Fire Nation, in his eyes and in the eyes of the other nations. And, to do that, repairs must start from within. Even you understand that having individuals like Lord Indra is very damaging to the Fire Nations reputation, considering his brute nature derives from the previous leadership.
You reminded yourself. You get back on your feet, lifting your nightgown slowly. Angling yourself to see your rear in the mirror, you scan our body for any trace of the assault. You knew you’d see nothing, as there was no mark or burn to speak of, but the proof resided in your robes.
The attire from the inside had burns, and smelled of burning clothing. The beautifully sewn garment was now tainted by the memory and physical damage of a man with no respect, no class, no honor. The robes were now scarred, threads loose, stitches undone. You were not emotionally attached to the robes by any means, but you felt hurt for the hands who made such a lovely piece of clothing.
You go towards the robes, which you left sprawled on the ground in the bathroom. Taking it in your hands and bunching it up in your arms, you head to the door to dispose of it. But, your timing was miraculous, and in sync with another as you opened the door and met with the tall entity that was Lord Zuko. His fist was in the air, inches from the doorway.
He was in his own night attire, seemingly after a bath. His hair was wet once again, and done up in one solid bun, with all his hair bunched in it. With his hair out of the way, you could clearly see how sharp of a man he was. Perfect jaw, defined nose, and lips that you’d never expect could let out such aggressive and foul words. His amber eyes narrowed down at you once he put his hand down.
“y/n,” Lord Zuko speaks first, his voice so soft that you yourself might slip away. “A-are you going somewhere?”
You were suddenly shy, and didn’t even have the space to bow, given his proximity. It wasn’t like you had never assisted him in the night, both in night attire. But, after today, you were a bit embarrassed to face him. You were too ashamed to meet anyone really, knowing this will travel in the rumor mill of the palace. “I, um… my robes, I was going to discard them.”
Lord Zuko looks down at them, trying to see where the damage was done. But upon realizing he couldn’t locate it, he looks down with a sad smile, “is it okay that I come in? I’d like to discuss with you the matter today.”
Is that necessary? You thought to yourself. He handled it, and handled it as a leader. But, nonetheless, who were you to deny the Firelord entry to your quarters? Especially when he asked so sweetly.
A silence sat between you both as you watched Lord Zuko sit at your vanity, your damaged robes now in his care. You were sitting on your bed (upon Lord Zuko’s request that you be as comfortable as possible in your own space), knees pressed against your chest. A blanket shielded your legs as you stared at the way he felt your linens.
It made your cheeks a bit hot. The way his fingers delicately brushed along the ever changing textures in the fabrics. He was practically petting it like a cat on his lap. But, you could tell there was nothing gentle about it. He was clearly upset, taking the hardship of slacking as a leader a little too seriously.
“I was too nice,” Lord Zuko hums, reviewing his ‘shortcomings.’ He lifts several layers of the differing fabrics, seeing the blackened breaks and burnt rips. “I should've burnt all his hair off.”
You giggle at his frustrated face, “please, there was no need to go that far. You’ve scared him enough, Lord Zuko. I do not think he will ever do it again, to anyone else.” You try to crack your most earnest smile, hoping the remnants of pain don’t slip through the cracks of your mask.
“The last thing I want, or need for that matter, is for you to be unsafe,” Lord Zuko hums, his eyes still glued to your damaged garments. “My purpose is to safeguard the Fire Nation, and more directly, this palace.”
“This is something unprecedented, and out of anyone's control,” you say simply, hoping to make him feel a little better. You give him a warm smile, “you really spooked him, so I’m quite satisfied with how you handled it, Lord Zuko.”
“Yeah?” He says through a chuckle, his face finally lighting up a bit. He looks over at you, mischievous in those amber eyes, “I thought I didn't scare him enough.”
“If you kept that up, I’m pretty confident he would have defecated himself,” you say quietly, trying to contain a snicker.
Lord Zuko shudders at your words, “Spirits, not in my throne room. I’d have to stop working there for a while.” His eyes once again fall, and you see him put his hand through the burnt hole that was now forever marked on the clothing. “...are you sure you didn’t get hurt?”
You nod, offering your pinky to him, “swears.” He reaches over to you, clasping your pinky with his own. His skin was warm, rough, with a callous or two residing in the inside part of his finger. Subconsciously, he pulled his seat with his legs, moving closer so he was no longer reaching out to you. With the motion, more of his fingers began to touch your own, gently clawing to hook your free fingers with his own. You giggle, receiving a reciprocal chuckle from the Firelord.
“‘m glad,” he murmurs, enthralled in you and this moment you both shared. “I’d hate for you to have a scar like mine. You don’t deserve it.”
“Th-thank you,” you barely whisper, your eyes focused on the way his hand melds with yours. “But your scar is not ugly by any means, so please don’t think that…”
This contact suddenly became intense. Lord Zuko began forcing his fingers between the spaces of your fingers, his tips gliding past the web spaces. You find yourself reaching to touch his thumb with your own, flicking at it from time to time until he realizes. He brings down his thumb, pressing it firmly against your own. You both were in a world far away from the palace, and the people of the Fire Nation.
Eventually, your fingers found themselves interweaving between his own. He seemed just as in tune, his eyes focused on the way your soft digits comforted his own rough, neglected ones. “Your hands… they’re so hard,” you say quietly, immediately getting embarrassed by your own wording.
He lets you off, chuckling, “as you know, I’m not the best at taking care of myself.” He lets you go, hovering his hand before you with his palm facing upward. You take your index finger and run circles around the many calluses ornate on his hand. “Fire bending doesn’t help either.”
“I can only imagine,” you hum, somewhat appreciating the callosity. It was a testament to all of the suffering he went through in order to become the Firelord. “As you can feel, I am nowhere near a refined fire bender.”
“But you can bend fire, which is a good start,” Lord Zuko compliments. He then stops you from your touch and lays your hand flat. You watch him curiously as he brings two fingers to your palm, and gives it a gentle pat. Immediately, a small ember bursts from your hand. You were astonished to say the least. “Cool trick, huh?”
“Crazy that you can just do that, Lord Zuko,” you say wistfully, holding onto the ember you both created.
Your eyes had him voluntarily enter your prison. He couldn’t help but adore the way you stared at the small flame, your eyes coated in so much affection and admiration. It felt, for a moment, that he was not a Firelord. He was just a boy, spending time with the most amazing girl. And if he could, he’d freeze time and live in this exact scene, with you, forever.
And, at the same time, it frightened him. In the years since he assumed power, the most he had in terms of a romantic relation was with Mai. Lovely, but melancholic Mai. But, the two were in constant clashes, with her orbiting his world. It wasn’t that he did not want to consider her world; his simply came first. To lead a nation, to restore the damage done by the previous Firelord, and maintain world peace was not a simple matter. Mai’s life was important too, and he could not continue forcing her when simply put, she shouldn’t be.
It was for the best, despite how it felt. Zuko’s world became dull, monotone and lifeless. His closest friends too had obligations in their appropriate nations, and could only visit so much before having to rush back. No one talks about the gray area of obligations, which is the intense stripping of privacy and liberation as someone who is representing and carving the way for such freedoms.
Zuko knew that, for his people to be happy, he must sacrifice. For his uncle, who only has but so many years left, he must learn all he can from him. For his mother, who met with fate too early for him to bloom. For his sister, albeit her insanity, who he could not save from the clutches of his fathers demonic desires to rule the world.
Being the Firelord somehow took away his flame. He became hollow, a shell of a man, focusing on his people and finding solace in that reason for becoming so desolate. He spoke sternly, smiled at nobody, and did right by his uncle and his people at the cost of his own sanity. Wake up, work, eat, sleep, repeat.
And then, you come in.
A humble worker, a young woman whose hands were always carrying a kettle. A woman who easily swayed his uncle with ‘hot leaf juice,’ which happened to have swayed him, too. An attendant who listens when he wants to be listened to, who does what she is told happily, not forcibly. If he were down, you were always ready to pull him back up, however it must happen.
It was how quickly you became close that truly scared him. It was one thing to be overly pleased with your work ethic. It was another to think about you when eating your favorite food. It was difficult not to imagine your reaction when he spots an uncommon flower in the palace. Your dazzling eyes were forever branded in his mind, whenever you were so happy or excited that they spoke first before a word came from your lips.
And now here you were, letting him indulge in you, in the small gray area that he could not understand. He knows well he could not proceed in any sort of relationship with you past this. This extremely friendly attendant and lord relationship. It was then that he caught himself, and quickly moved away from you.
His quick detachment made you lose focus, and you watched the amber dissolve in thin air, only living a string of smoke in memory. “O-oh, um–”
“I shall leave you so you can rest,” he says sharply, forcing his eyes from you. He did not want to see your reaction to his sudden change. “Again, my apologies for today. And I will go ahead and discard this for you,” he says, gesturing to the burnt garments in his arm.
You were met by his back, and this overwhelming feeling of woe hit you. Nothing happened, so… why? “Y-yes, of course…! Thank you very much, Lord Zuko,” you spew out quickly, sheepishly bowing from your bed with no eyes to notice. “Have a wonderful night, and a long rest.”
He says not another word before exiting your quarters.
When he closes the door behind him, he notices a third guard across the corridor, seemingly waiting for him. Lord Zuko checks on the guards by your door before starting his stride over to the anxious guard in the distance. He already had enough on his plate, and with the emotions turmoil in his mind, he didn’t think he could take anything else.
“What is it?” Lord Zuko starts. The guard, as expected, bows before conjuring a scroll from behind him.
“My Firelord, a scroll has just some in urgently for you,” the guard informs him, anxiety splattered in each word. “It is a letter from the Avatar. He and your other Dignitaries are on their way over to Capital City.”
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Burnt to the Core ♨ Chapter 3 | reader(f) x Firelord Zuko
synopsis: you are firelord zuko's direct attendant. zuko has long reformed the fire nation after ozai's takedown and zuko's assuming of power. but now you had a challenge of your own: your feelings for the firelord. what was just a simple crush turned out to be more trouble than you would have imagined. but it may have been worth it.
word count: 5085
warnings: no spoilers of the movie (besides using this gif here + how gaang now looks as adults). this is mature (MDNI + trigger warning), as a lot of violence/sexual topics will be brought up. For this chapter: SA tw
authors note: ahh im so sorry for such a late post! but thank you all for your patience. i hope this does not trigger anyone, as the topic is sensitive. ik i put a warning, but nonetheless.
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The nerves were catching onto Lord Zuko, and a bit too quickly.
There he sat, not feeling so high and mighty, in his throne while being presented with the scene before him. A large table was set in the room, a foreign object in his usual place of study and work. But, considering his opposition to the War Chamber, this was Lord Zuko meeting halfway. And, ornate around the room were several Ladies in Waiting, who were setting the table, dusting the pillars, and preparing the chafing tables.
Lord Zuko looks to the side, studying the chafing table carefully. Several, large plates were also being brought and set on each burner of the chafing table. It always impressed him how the workers of the palace operated so efficiently, and in tune with one another. As he watched the set up unfold before him, his amber eyes continued to glance back at the entrance. He would never admit it, but someone else already caught onto his anticipation.
Master Iroh, who had a seat fixed beside Lord Zuko, had a smile of mischief on his face. He promised his grandson that he’d never let him do these meetings alone, considering Master Iroh has taken up the responsibility of guiding him. But, despite Lord Zuko developing his cold and authoritarian face, Master Iroh can always look past it. Lord Zuko was waiting to see you, and it was a little too obvious.
And, almost like Lord Zuko wished it into reality, you slipped into the room. But, his eyes widened at the very sight of you. Your hair, which was usually fixed in a high bun, was loose and dancing with the air produced by your stride. Your hands were occupied with the handle of a gueridon. On it were all the tools you needed to offer tea to all the lords and nobility you’d be serving today.
Lord Zuko’s anxiety waned, and was replaced with something unbeknownst to him: attraction. You were always beautiful in his eyes, but seeing your hair out did something to his mental function. He watched as you set the gueridon beside the chafing table where the food will maintain its warmth and be served at. A few of your fellow ladies speak to you, with words Lord Zuko could not make out.
But, his eyes remained fixed on you, and he had been taken aback by your next actions. You go down the line of the burners, illuminating them with flames drawn by your own hand. Then, you had him at the edge of his seat: you put your hand in one of the flames before promptly retracting it. Fire benders are not foreign to getting burnt, and that should have definitely hurt you. It was almost as if you were testing to see if the flame you produced was truly hot. But, there you were, taking in ‘thank you’ by the handful as you quickly prepared your tea station.
Lord Zuko didn’t realize it or notice it himself, but his breathing became heavy. Not by nerves, but by this alluringness that he could not resist. You were working swiftly, with a much larger kettle taking the most space of your work station. Another fire bursts out from your hand, its flames dancing with streaks of blue. As the flames worked their warmth into the kettle, you quickly couch down, your hair flying upward in the process. You retrieve a sizable box from one of its compartments and quickly make your way to the long meeting table.
As the other ladies had set the plates, utensils, and cups, you opened the box and started from the closest side of the entrance. Lord Zuko curiously watches as you place some sort of bulbous item into each tea cup. But, he was patient and knew that you would eventually have to come up to the throne to prepare his and his uncle's cup. And, as anticipated, you look over at him and start making your way over.
You felt shy, but this feeling was not sudden. No, as soon as you went into the kitchen earlier, with devious looks from the other girls' faces, you knew your fate. During meetings like this, all the ladies took the opportunity to spruce up their looks. You had no intention in partaking, as those efforts are for ladies who seek marriage from a potentially single nobleman. You were not applicable to such dreams, thus you kept it as such. But, those girls were always ever so daring and still wanted you to join their makeover session.
Perhaps not a nobleman, but maybe a certain ruler? One girls’ teasing words danced in your mind, but you dismissed it. It doesn’t matter if you could even captivate someone with so much power like Firelord Zuko. In the end, you have nothing to offer. You were a tea maker, daughter of tea sommeliers, from a small village. Why in the world would someone of such high stature choose someone like you?
But there Lord Zuko was, ever so excited at your arrival, without you knowing it. You first went up to Master Iroh, bowing respectfully. “Good evening, Master Iroh. Please allow me to prepare your tea for you.” Master Iroh nods, giving you permission as you quickly reach back into your box to reveal a flower.
Before Lord Zuko could get a word in, Master Iroh quickly leans in, staring directly at the flower in your hand. “May I ask what this is?” Master Iroh’s voice was low, but gentle and curious enough that made you smile widely.
“This is a globe amaranth,” you hum quietly. You gently place it into his cup, making sure it remains upright. “It’s a delicious tea, but its beauty is in the process of making it. You will see what I mean when I pour the hot water later.”
“I look forward to trying it,” Master Iroh’s genuine tone had always made your time at the palace more easy. He reminds you that not only were you invited here on a needs basis, but you were also wanted here.
You then approach Lord Zuko, who leans back into his chair, partially from the sudden overwhelming feeling of being in your presence. You giggle before taking a bow before him, “good evening, Lord– Firelord Zuko.” You mentally hit your forehead from the mistake, earning a wide smile from the Firelord before you.
“Good evening, y/n,” he hums warmly, sitting up straighter in the hopes that you’d push on into his personal space. Of course, with everyone around, he knew you wouldn’t. But, a man could dream, right? “I finally get to see tonight's surprise tea.”
“I think you’re going to like it very much,” you excitedly mention. You look into your box, searching for the one flower you saved just for Lord Zuko. It was the most intact, and promised a beautiful bloom once poured with hot, steaming water. You gently place it in his tea cup, ensuring it was straightened and aligned to perfection. “It’s nothing you’ve ever seen before.”
“I look forward to it,” he engages with your enthusiasm. Lord Zuko felt like putty hearing your excitement for something as simple as tea. It was always comforting to see you so content in your craft, and those dazzling eyes whenever you spoke so confidently and excitedly about the teas you were preparing. “Speaking of,” he begins, his tongue hesitant but honest, “I’ve never seen you like this… as in, your hair.”
You immediately let out a tired sigh, “I apologize for my sudden change in appearance, Firelord Zuko. My fellow ladies have decided that my looks were a significant part of my job tonight.” You notice Lord Zuko eyes a strand that went stray and hung right in the middle of your face. His temptation to tuck it himself was high, but you had already quickly done it yourself. Not that he could even do it himself initially, but again, one could dream.
“It looks nice,” Lord Zuko utters, careful not to directly compliment your beauty with more intense words. You were one of the few ladies who put in effort into your looks, as you were there to serve your job. Not that you did not want to, but would rather save the extra hour in the morning to sleep in. “You look different.”
To save yourself from the tension slowly arising, you quickly point at Lord Zuko’s bangs, “and you look like you’ve been touching your hair.” You didn’t mean to scold him, but you put quite a lot of effort in doing his hair, despite how sopping wet he left it for you. “I’m gonna have to keep a comb handy around you, Firelord Zuko.”
He takes his chance, “I know I messed it up, but do you mind fixing it again?”
“You needn’t ever ask, my Lord.” You put down your box and carefully adjust those dark locks again, which to your surprise, was completely dried. You make yourself quick, as the meeting quickly approaches. Additionally, you would hate for Chamberlain to be up at the throne, touching on the Firelords hair.
Of course, Lord Zuko was relishing in your touch. May the meeting be damned if it meant living in your care for a minute longer. But, he had a duty to fulfill, not just for himself but for the Fire Nation as a whole. “Thank you very much, y/n. I appreciate you greatly.”
You pull your hand back, satisfied with your work and offer another bow, “of course, my Lord.”
The meeting finally started, and it was nothing short of weighty.
Noblemen from all Fire Nation clans came, taking their respective seats and contributing to the seriousness of the room. You made sure to keep your mind focused, ensuring everything goes well on your end. It felt like a play, with everything performing their role and waiting their turn. You were on first, which really didn’t help with your nerves.
When Chamberlain Minji gives you a look, you nod and quickly take hold of the large kettle. Unfortunately, its weight was something you did not consider when utilizing it. It was such a beautiful, light blue porcelain, and it would be a shame not to use it, especially for a meeting with many respectable noblemen as guests at the palace. But, it refused your hands, the weight too unbearable for your arms to handle.
Fortunately, Lord Zuko was swift and subtle, only using a finger to point at the closest guard to you, then gesturing to the kettle. The guard made haste, taking the kettle gently in his hold and awaiting your instruction. But, Lord Zuko would be lying if he wasn’t just a twinge bothered by the guards hands brushing against your own when taking a hold of the kettle as instructed.
Nonetheless, everything seemed to be going well. The tea was being distributed actively, with you taking head and teaching the guard the art of gentle pouring. He, and the lords were astonished, looking into their cups as they watched the tea bloom open, and ascend from the bottom. You couldn’t help but giggle just a bit, relishing in the foreseen excitement.
Lord Zuko and Master Iroh even shared in this excitement, the two in awe at the tea's bloom. You were quite proud of yourself for Lord Zuko’s reaction as you had given him the perfect flower for his tea. It bloomed, its green petals stemming outward slowly to reveal this almost ruby-like bud in its center. He had to keep himself from grinning too widely, considering the audience he was sitting in front of. But, he gifted you a wink from his scarred eye, confirming that he was very content with the surprise you had teased about earlier that day.
The meeting continued well. As you stood to the side, you kept your head down and listened intently to his words. You weren’t exactly paying attention to the content of his words, but rather the confidence and commanding nature of his tone. You listen to the way his tone shifts, whenever the topic becomes a little more serious than the one prior. Concurring sounds ensue with every topic he touches on.
Then, you’re back in the show.
“Sai,” you hear your name from that usual, cold voice. The Chamberlain gestures for you and all the Ladies in Waiting to go to the table where the remaining food sat. “Start reheating these. Some of the men may want additional portions.”
You nod, distributing your flame gently with your hands. You did your job calmly, the pressures of hosting now long gone. Everything had been going so smoothly, especially with everyone's collaboration. Lord Zuko seemed satisfied, so there was no need to be so concerned. And then, it finally happened.
“A-ah!” You hear Rin grimace loudly, having your neck crack to find her. She was at one end of the table, attempting to pick up a tray of piping hot potatoes with her bare hands. Fire benders are not immune to fire and intense heat. When you rush to her and grab her wrists, her fingers and palms were already this shiny, pink hue. She had burned herself.
“What happened to the mits?” You whisper quietly, recalling the mittens she had earlier that evening.
“I-I just thought it wasn’t too hot, s-so I just…” Rin stammered, doing her best not to shed a tear and make a bigger scene. You quickly operated, insisted on other ladies to take her away and to a doctor while you took care of the rest. Your hands take hold of the tray, and you start making your rounds around the table, making sure to ease your grip a bit so the metal does not push the boundaries of your resistance.
With a ladle, you carefully added the requested portions on many of the noblemen' s plates. Your enthusiasm was short lived, replaced with anything but honest feelings when approaching Lord Indra. “Lord Indra,” you begin quietly, a smile forced by the spirits. “Would you like more potatoes?”
“I would love some, beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes first scanning your face before lowering to your hands. You add the potatoes as requested, ensuring it did not touch anything else on his plate. It wasn’t to his preference, but for your OCD tendencies. “I see heat doesn’t seem to phase you much.”
You look at him, surprised at his sudden comment, “yes, my body seems to take heat very well.” What a wrong choice of words. Though, you could not be blamed for the sort of man that Lord Indra was.
“Is that right?” He quietly lets his words trail off. As you adjusted the tray in your hand (though the satisfaction of the mess on Lord Indra would have been endless), Lord Indra shifted in his seat. You suddenly felt something pull at your robe, before feeling a grab on your rear. You jumped, but you made sure to be silent, considerate not to interrupt the meeting, and Lord Zuko’s words.
But, the feeling of disgust swept your body completely, as you were terrorized by the foreign touch. You were still unable to react because you truly couldn’t. And, almost on purpose, Lord Indra abused the knowledge he just collected and you felt something close to a sear against the same place of your rear. He quickly retracts his hand, but there was a sting that broke your focus for the moment.
The meeting was interrupted anyway, and Lord Zuko met your eyes. Concern cloaked those wonderful amber eyes, and something else broke in you. For his sake, you mustn't cry. For his sake, you mustn't do a single thing. A smile was carved along your lips, and you continued to the next noble, forced sweetness coated in every word of your offering for seconds.
To the untrained eyes, it would appear that nothing happened. But, it’s very difficult to trick the eyes of someone like Master Iroh.
He had seen it all, understanding the unfortunate situation you were forced to experience. But, he held his tongue. He had no intention to ruin his grandson’s meeting, in which he was leading quite marvelously. There was an immense pride to see how much he has grown. However, Master Iroh is not one to tolerate abuse of power, considering the sort of monster his brother was during his reign.
Clean-up was quickly enacted, as you and the ladies quickly assisted in bringing the dirty plates and used utensils to the kitchen. The table in the throne room was wiped down while the floors were swept, then mopped. Your tea kettle and kit were being put away, and garbage was being collected for easy tossing.
You were numb. You divided yourself from your body, knowing your mind would keep you still otherwise. It was an out of body experience almost, watching yourself dutifully work while your mind was forced out, knowing it would let your physical form down. Nobody deserved to experience what you did. But simultaneously, you were glad it was you, and not your fellow ladies.
It’s not to say that you were less vulnerable or “stronger” than your peers. It was exactly that, with your position working so closely to the Firelord, you could not afford to break down. He needs you, and you will be damned to ever let him down.
But, it hurts.
To be abused in such a way. It hurts. For your body to be tampered and tainted, by a touch unasked for. Unwarranted. It hurts. Despite your uncertainty of marriage, you could not enter such a tie in purity. It all just hurts.
Then, a hand patted your shoulder. You immediately shuttered, briskly turning to meet eyes with Madam Minji, “you may go attend to Lord Zuko now. We can finish the rest of the clean up.” You nod, giving her a bow before sauntering between the noblemen that remained. They stood in clique-like groups, catching up with one another while discussing topics of the meeting.
You quickly find Lord Indra, and do your best to avoid him in your stride. Even your ears blocked out sound, disregarding whatever potential voices were calling to you as you made your way up to the throne. Going up to Lord Zuko, you felt somewhat liberated from meeting his gaze. His smile was contagious, and you were suddenly smiling back.
“Lady Sai,” Lord Zuko hummed, containing his excitement over the meeting going well, and getting to interact with you once more.
You bow, “Firelord Zuko.” You both stand there for a moment, finding solace in one another's presence. But you forgot you had a job to do and quickly cleaned up his dishes, as well as Master Iroh’s. This allowed the opportunity for Master Iroh to speak to you.
“Sai, the tea was phenomenal,” Master Iroh praised you.
You bow quickly, plates and utensils in hand, your face shying away from sight. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I knew it would be a pleasant surprise for you both.” Master Iroh takes note of your flush face, smiling at such sincerity.
“Zuko, go on and mingle,” Master Iroh ushers, his chin gesturing at the noblemen. There was a buzz in their conversations, the chit chats becoming louder with laughter sprinkled in every now and then. “It’s a good opportunity to get to know the other lords, and see how their clans are faring.”
His eyes screamed reluctance. Lord Zuko, despite his title, was still quite shy and unsure of himself. And, truth be told, he was looking forward to being normal again and discussing the meeting and unimportant matters with you. But, his uncle was right, and his wisdom is the reason why he has gotten this far.
Clearing his throat, he nods, “pardon me, then.” With lingering eyes latched to yours, Lord Zuko quickly meanders away, and finds his first group to talk with. Another Lady in Waiting rushes up to the throne to collect the dirty dishes from you, having you mouth a ‘thank you’ to her as she gives you a happy smile. You both watch as she zooms away, joining the other ladies in their new path towards the kitchen.
Then, the opportunity became open for Master Iroh.
“y/n, I need to speak to you about something,” the old man began quietly. His smile diminished, and you were met with a very serious aura, which was new in comparison to all the interactions you’ve had with this man. “And I’d like you to be able to confide in me. Your words are safest with me.”
You look at him curiously and nod, “what is it, Master Iroh?”
“When you were distributing another round of food to the noblemen,” Master Iroh begins, making your stomach already sink. He noticed, you thought anxiously. “I saw you react to something.”
You immediately shook your head, “it was just my muscles, Master Iroh. I think it might have pulled a little as I was serving.” You already regretted the quick lie you concocted.
“Right, right,” Master Iroh hums, believing not a single word. “Lying would be easier with anyone else, but I am not someone who can be lied to so easily. Especially when I smell the burning of clothing from you.”
You were caught. You bow sheepishly, “I apologize, Master Iroh. I… did not intend to lie to you.” You bring your hands together, anxiously rubbing your thumb against one of your palms. Dirt and skin follicles begin to accumulate at the motion, your palm going hot in the process. “I do not want to cause trouble.”
Master Iroh pats your shoulder, giving you a relieving smile. “You trouble no one ever, y/n. But you must understand that Lord Indra’s actions are unacceptable.”
You quickly freeze, your body swarming with goosebumps. It wasn’t that you weren’t capable of confrontation; you just have no power here. You are an attendant, not a lord’s lady, nor honorably titled. What rights or safety did you possess to start trouble with a lord from a long, highly respected clan? “Please, I am not harmed in any way. I do not want to bring trouble to you or Firelord Zuko.”
Master Iroh takes a seat, offering for you to sit on the floor beside him. You reluctantly follow suit, crossing your legs on the ground with your back straightened, and your mind alert. “You must understand, it is not just about finding you justice,” Master Iroh explains quietly. “Firelord Zuko intends to change the ways of the Fire Nation completely. That includes such violent and crude acts.”
“But he is a Lord,” you emphasize, “to ruin this evening by addressing this matter would be in bad taste, and I would forever feel regretful.”
Master Iroh quickly offers his hand, “do not worry. We will resolve this matter subtly.”
You place your hand in his, but in pure reticence and anxiety. You did not want to bring about trouble, but trouble came to you first. Master Iroh felt your nerves drive your body, your hand shaky and cold in his hand. He puts his other hand on it, stilling it in the process. You suppose you must do as he says.
There was nothing worse in the world than seeing Lord Zuko’s face at that moment.
Master Iroh asked for Lord Indra to hang back, his smile still wide, his eyes filled with anticipation. It was as if he was being held back for something important; perhaps delusioning himself into receiving good news. It disgusted you.
You stood by the door, wishing all the men goodnight as the poured out of the room. All the Ladies in Waiting bowed at their exit, and began leaving themselves. They wished you a good night, and you all wiggled at each other's fingers, silently appreciating one another for todays job well done.
Chamberlain Minji was last to leave. Master Iroh had informed her that you were to hang back for a ‘final important task.’ You watched her bow before making her way to you. Her eyes seemed skeptical, as if you were plotting something. “Make sure you do as Firelord Zuko requests. Do not go to bed until he is satisfied.”
What a sentence, “of course, Madam Minji. Have a goodnight,” you hummed. She wishes you a goodnight, her cold tone unrelenting. Before she left, she stood by the doorway and looked back at you all. She cut her eyes at you before truly leaving.
Strike two. Just adding more fuel to a fire you wanted to extinguish.
Now having privacy, you stay close by the door, keeping your distance from Lord Indra, who was well far and at the bottom of the steps. Lord Zuko took a seat on his throne, completely confused by the situation. All he knew was that his uncle requested he hang back. And his uncle has never led him astray; not back then, not now, and he trusted never in the future. He curiously stares down at Lord Indra as well, wondering if anything happened.
Master Iroh meets your eyes, and gestures you over. So much for keeping distance, you thought to yourself. You slowly make your way forward, with Lord Indra now staring you down. His eyes felt just as burning as what he did. And you wished nothing more than to run out of there and take a neverending bath to attempt to remove the feeling.
“Lord Indra, I don’t think I have to mention what you did this evening,” Master Iroh starts hot, his face discontent. For a fire bender who has shown immense power and control over the many years never looked so strong than in this moment, despite how the years have aged him. “And I do not believe I need to push this matter further than it has to be. Please, apologize to Lady Sai.”
Lord Zuko’s eyes widened, those amber orbs studying you in a different nature. He scanned you, seeing that though you appeared unharmed, your face was not quite normal. There was a sort of lack of shine, a dullness in your expression. Your earlier happiness seemed to have been stinted by the sort of nerves not as simple as performance anxiety.
“Apologize? For what exactly?” Lord Indra said simply, feigning innocence.
Master Iroh did not look pleased. “Lord Indra, you know that I am a patient and willing man,” Master Iroh’s voice was hush, but approaching a tone a bit more sinister than what you were used to with him. “And I’d like to give you another chance to do as I requested. Should you tread incorrectly again, I am not sure what your future will hold.”
Lord Zuko narrows down on Lord Indra, those amber eyes going dark. “Lord Indra,” Lord Zuko addressed him, his tone low, but steady. All his happiness from the successful meeting was quickly drained from his tongue, and replaced with the very tone you did not want to hear. “What did you do?”
His tongue was replaced by a snake, a venomous hiss taking over his words. The rumors had always gone around, but after meeting and getting to know Lord Zuko personally, you never believed them. When he was a prince, he was an angry child, constantly yelling and never satisfied until he recovered his honor. He was angry because he was weak, or so people said. Others said his scar was a testament to such dishonor, supplementing enough reason to be the mad child he was.
Lord Indra, initially, kept his cool. He put his arms out, in such a way where he believed it was friendly. “Firelord Zuko, I believe age is catching up a bit with your uncle. I accidentally touched Lady Sai here as she served food; no harm no foul. Master Iroh might have had too much tea.” He proceeds with a laugh, but Lord Zuko was nowhere near humored.
“Uncle,” Lord Zuko begins, his eyes still very much fixed on Lord Indra. It was as if he was waiting for him to move, to give him a reason. He did not need to ask, for Master Iroh already knew what he wanted. He moves closer to his nephew, halting for a moment before giving Lord Indra one last chance. He lends him a gaze, waiting for him to make a decision.
But, Lord Indra stands firm, meeting Master Iroh’s eyes with silence.
Master Iroh goes to Lord Zuko’s ear, forcing him to move his hair, the hair you had carefully done for him. As he explains the situation in his ear, the color in Lord Zuko’s face vanishes. The warmth, the joy, the accomplished aura had been replaced with something a bit… dimming.
It was hard to pin point, as you have no reference. You had never seen Lord Zuko in anything outside of his gentle nature or stern turn when he attended to his obligations as a leader. But, when Master Iroh pulls away from him, you see it clearly. Those beautiful amber eyes were desolate, his lips firmly pressed together.
It looks like something– a seal, something that held him– had broken.
“...Kai,” Lord Zuko began hush, his words practically untraceable. Not even you could catch it.
Lord Indra was bold to ask, “could you repeat yourself, Firelord Zuko?”
“Was I not clear enough for you?” A voice, almost unhumanly, calmly left Lord Zuko’s lips. You watched as he sat still on his throne. One of his hands, just hovering in front of his torso, had a low flame sitting there. As the silence ensued, the flame only grew bigger. Surrounding it were small slivers of light that your eyes could not make out. But from the sound of the whirring and crackling in his flame, you soon realized that it was miniature bursts of lightning.
Quite a sight for someone known to only redirect lightning, not control it.
“I said,” Lord Zuko begins, his voice fuller, his tone challenging. “Agni Kai.”
Burnt to the Core ♨ Chapter 3 | reader(f) x Firelord Zuko
synopsis: you are firelord zuko's direct attendant. zuko has long reformed the fire nation after ozai's takedown and zuko's assuming of power. but now you had a challenge of your own: your feelings for the firelord. what was just a simple crush turned out to be more trouble than you would have imagined. but it may have been worth it.
word count: 5085
warnings: no spoilers of the movie (besides using this gif here + how gaang now looks as adults). this is mature (MDNI + trigger warning), as a lot of violence/sexual topics will be brought up. For this chapter: SA tw
authors note: ahh im so sorry for such a late post! but thank you all for your patience. i hope this does not trigger anyone, as the topic is sensitive. ik i put a warning, but nonetheless.
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The nerves were catching onto Lord Zuko, and a bit too quickly.
There he sat, not feeling so high and mighty, in his throne while being presented with the scene before him. A large table was set in the room, a foreign object in his usual place of study and work. But, considering his opposition to the War Chamber, this was Lord Zuko meeting halfway. And, ornate around the room were several Ladies in Waiting, who were setting the table, dusting the pillars, and preparing the chafing tables.
Lord Zuko looks to the side, studying the chafing table carefully. Several, large plates were also being brought and set on each burner of the chafing table. It always impressed him how the workers of the palace operated so efficiently, and in tune with one another. As he watched the set up unfold before him, his amber eyes continued to glance back at the entrance. He would never admit it, but someone else already caught onto his anticipation.
Master Iroh, who had a seat fixed beside Lord Zuko, had a smile of mischief on his face. He promised his grandson that he’d never let him do these meetings alone, considering Master Iroh has taken up the responsibility of guiding him. But, despite Lord Zuko developing his cold and authoritarian face, Master Iroh can always look past it. Lord Zuko was waiting to see you, and it was a little too obvious.
And, almost like Lord Zuko wished it into reality, you slipped into the room. But, his eyes widened at the very sight of you. Your hair, which was usually fixed in a high bun, was loose and dancing with the air produced by your stride. Your hands were occupied with the handle of a gueridon. On it were all the tools you needed to offer tea to all the lords and nobility you’d be serving today.
Lord Zuko’s anxiety waned, and was replaced with something unbeknownst to him: attraction. You were always beautiful in his eyes, but seeing your hair out did something to his mental function. He watched as you set the gueridon beside the chafing table where the food will maintain its warmth and be served at. A few of your fellow ladies speak to you, with words Lord Zuko could not make out.
But, his eyes remained fixed on you, and he had been taken aback by your next actions. You go down the line of the burners, illuminating them with flames drawn by your own hand. Then, you had him at the edge of his seat: you put your hand in one of the flames before promptly retracting it. Fire benders are not foreign to getting burnt, and that should have definitely hurt you. It was almost as if you were testing to see if the flame you produced was truly hot. But, there you were, taking in ‘thank you’ by the handful as you quickly prepared your tea station.
Lord Zuko didn’t realize it or notice it himself, but his breathing became heavy. Not by nerves, but by this alluringness that he could not resist. You were working swiftly, with a much larger kettle taking the most space of your work station. Another fire bursts out from your hand, its flames dancing with streaks of blue. As the flames worked their warmth into the kettle, you quickly couch down, your hair flying upward in the process. You retrieve a sizable box from one of its compartments and quickly make your way to the long meeting table.
As the other ladies had set the plates, utensils, and cups, you opened the box and started from the closest side of the entrance. Lord Zuko curiously watches as you place some sort of bulbous item into each tea cup. But, he was patient and knew that you would eventually have to come up to the throne to prepare his and his uncle's cup. And, as anticipated, you look over at him and start making your way over.
You felt shy, but this feeling was not sudden. No, as soon as you went into the kitchen earlier, with devious looks from the other girls' faces, you knew your fate. During meetings like this, all the ladies took the opportunity to spruce up their looks. You had no intention in partaking, as those efforts are for ladies who seek marriage from a potentially single nobleman. You were not applicable to such dreams, thus you kept it as such. But, those girls were always ever so daring and still wanted you to join their makeover session.
Perhaps not a nobleman, but maybe a certain ruler? One girls’ teasing words danced in your mind, but you dismissed it. It doesn’t matter if you could even captivate someone with so much power like Firelord Zuko. In the end, you have nothing to offer. You were a tea maker, daughter of tea sommeliers, from a small village. Why in the world would someone of such high stature choose someone like you?
But there Lord Zuko was, ever so excited at your arrival, without you knowing it. You first went up to Master Iroh, bowing respectfully. “Good evening, Master Iroh. Please allow me to prepare your tea for you.” Master Iroh nods, giving you permission as you quickly reach back into your box to reveal a flower.
Before Lord Zuko could get a word in, Master Iroh quickly leans in, staring directly at the flower in your hand. “May I ask what this is?” Master Iroh’s voice was low, but gentle and curious enough that made you smile widely.
“This is a globe amaranth,” you hum quietly. You gently place it into his cup, making sure it remains upright. “It’s a delicious tea, but its beauty is in the process of making it. You will see what I mean when I pour the hot water later.”
“I look forward to trying it,” Master Iroh’s genuine tone had always made your time at the palace more easy. He reminds you that not only were you invited here on a needs basis, but you were also wanted here.
You then approach Lord Zuko, who leans back into his chair, partially from the sudden overwhelming feeling of being in your presence. You giggle before taking a bow before him, “good evening, Lord– Firelord Zuko.” You mentally hit your forehead from the mistake, earning a wide smile from the Firelord before you.
“Good evening, y/n,” he hums warmly, sitting up straighter in the hopes that you’d push on into his personal space. Of course, with everyone around, he knew you wouldn’t. But, a man could dream, right? “I finally get to see tonight's surprise tea.”
“I think you’re going to like it very much,” you excitedly mention. You look into your box, searching for the one flower you saved just for Lord Zuko. It was the most intact, and promised a beautiful bloom once poured with hot, steaming water. You gently place it in his tea cup, ensuring it was straightened and aligned to perfection. “It’s nothing you’ve ever seen before.”
“I look forward to it,” he engages with your enthusiasm. Lord Zuko felt like putty hearing your excitement for something as simple as tea. It was always comforting to see you so content in your craft, and those dazzling eyes whenever you spoke so confidently and excitedly about the teas you were preparing. “Speaking of,” he begins, his tongue hesitant but honest, “I’ve never seen you like this… as in, your hair.”
You immediately let out a tired sigh, “I apologize for my sudden change in appearance, Firelord Zuko. My fellow ladies have decided that my looks were a significant part of my job tonight.” You notice Lord Zuko eyes a strand that went stray and hung right in the middle of your face. His temptation to tuck it himself was high, but you had already quickly done it yourself. Not that he could even do it himself initially, but again, one could dream.
“It looks nice,” Lord Zuko utters, careful not to directly compliment your beauty with more intense words. You were one of the few ladies who put in effort into your looks, as you were there to serve your job. Not that you did not want to, but would rather save the extra hour in the morning to sleep in. “You look different.”
To save yourself from the tension slowly arising, you quickly point at Lord Zuko’s bangs, “and you look like you’ve been touching your hair.” You didn’t mean to scold him, but you put quite a lot of effort in doing his hair, despite how sopping wet he left it for you. “I’m gonna have to keep a comb handy around you, Firelord Zuko.”
He takes his chance, “I know I messed it up, but do you mind fixing it again?”
“You needn’t ever ask, my Lord.” You put down your box and carefully adjust those dark locks again, which to your surprise, was completely dried. You make yourself quick, as the meeting quickly approaches. Additionally, you would hate for Chamberlain to be up at the throne, touching on the Firelords hair.
Of course, Lord Zuko was relishing in your touch. May the meeting be damned if it meant living in your care for a minute longer. But, he had a duty to fulfill, not just for himself but for the Fire Nation as a whole. “Thank you very much, y/n. I appreciate you greatly.”
You pull your hand back, satisfied with your work and offer another bow, “of course, my Lord.”
The meeting finally started, and it was nothing short of weighty.
Noblemen from all Fire Nation clans came, taking their respective seats and contributing to the seriousness of the room. You made sure to keep your mind focused, ensuring everything goes well on your end. It felt like a play, with everything performing their role and waiting their turn. You were on first, which really didn’t help with your nerves.
When Chamberlain Minji gives you a look, you nod and quickly take hold of the large kettle. Unfortunately, its weight was something you did not consider when utilizing it. It was such a beautiful, light blue porcelain, and it would be a shame not to use it, especially for a meeting with many respectable noblemen as guests at the palace. But, it refused your hands, the weight too unbearable for your arms to handle.
Fortunately, Lord Zuko was swift and subtle, only using a finger to point at the closest guard to you, then gesturing to the kettle. The guard made haste, taking the kettle gently in his hold and awaiting your instruction. But, Lord Zuko would be lying if he wasn’t just a twinge bothered by the guards hands brushing against your own when taking a hold of the kettle as instructed.
Nonetheless, everything seemed to be going well. The tea was being distributed actively, with you taking head and teaching the guard the art of gentle pouring. He, and the lords were astonished, looking into their cups as they watched the tea bloom open, and ascend from the bottom. You couldn’t help but giggle just a bit, relishing in the foreseen excitement.
Lord Zuko and Master Iroh even shared in this excitement, the two in awe at the tea's bloom. You were quite proud of yourself for Lord Zuko’s reaction as you had given him the perfect flower for his tea. It bloomed, its green petals stemming outward slowly to reveal this almost ruby-like bud in its center. He had to keep himself from grinning too widely, considering the audience he was sitting in front of. But, he gifted you a wink from his scarred eye, confirming that he was very content with the surprise you had teased about earlier that day.
The meeting continued well. As you stood to the side, you kept your head down and listened intently to his words. You weren’t exactly paying attention to the content of his words, but rather the confidence and commanding nature of his tone. You listen to the way his tone shifts, whenever the topic becomes a little more serious than the one prior. Concurring sounds ensue with every topic he touches on.
Then, you’re back in the show.
“Sai,” you hear your name from that usual, cold voice. The Chamberlain gestures for you and all the Ladies in Waiting to go to the table where the remaining food sat. “Start reheating these. Some of the men may want additional portions.”
You nod, distributing your flame gently with your hands. You did your job calmly, the pressures of hosting now long gone. Everything had been going so smoothly, especially with everyone's collaboration. Lord Zuko seemed satisfied, so there was no need to be so concerned. And then, it finally happened.
“A-ah!” You hear Rin grimace loudly, having your neck crack to find her. She was at one end of the table, attempting to pick up a tray of piping hot potatoes with her bare hands. Fire benders are not immune to fire and intense heat. When you rush to her and grab her wrists, her fingers and palms were already this shiny, pink hue. She had burned herself.
“What happened to the mits?” You whisper quietly, recalling the mittens she had earlier that evening.
“I-I just thought it wasn’t too hot, s-so I just…” Rin stammered, doing her best not to shed a tear and make a bigger scene. You quickly operated, insisted on other ladies to take her away and to a doctor while you took care of the rest. Your hands take hold of the tray, and you start making your rounds around the table, making sure to ease your grip a bit so the metal does not push the boundaries of your resistance.
With a ladle, you carefully added the requested portions on many of the noblemen' s plates. Your enthusiasm was short lived, replaced with anything but honest feelings when approaching Lord Indra. “Lord Indra,” you begin quietly, a smile forced by the spirits. “Would you like more potatoes?”
“I would love some, beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes first scanning your face before lowering to your hands. You add the potatoes as requested, ensuring it did not touch anything else on his plate. It wasn’t to his preference, but for your OCD tendencies. “I see heat doesn’t seem to phase you much.”
You look at him, surprised at his sudden comment, “yes, my body seems to take heat very well.” What a wrong choice of words. Though, you could not be blamed for the sort of man that Lord Indra was.
“Is that right?” He quietly lets his words trail off. As you adjusted the tray in your hand (though the satisfaction of the mess on Lord Indra would have been endless), Lord Indra shifted in his seat. You suddenly felt something pull at your robe, before feeling a grab on your rear. You jumped, but you made sure to be silent, considerate not to interrupt the meeting, and Lord Zuko’s words.
But, the feeling of disgust swept your body completely, as you were terrorized by the foreign touch. You were still unable to react because you truly couldn’t. And, almost on purpose, Lord Indra abused the knowledge he just collected and you felt something close to a sear against the same place of your rear. He quickly retracts his hand, but there was a sting that broke your focus for the moment.
The meeting was interrupted anyway, and Lord Zuko met your eyes. Concern cloaked those wonderful amber eyes, and something else broke in you. For his sake, you mustn't cry. For his sake, you mustn't do a single thing. A smile was carved along your lips, and you continued to the next noble, forced sweetness coated in every word of your offering for seconds.
To the untrained eyes, it would appear that nothing happened. But, it’s very difficult to trick the eyes of someone like Master Iroh.
He had seen it all, understanding the unfortunate situation you were forced to experience. But, he held his tongue. He had no intention to ruin his grandson’s meeting, in which he was leading quite marvelously. There was an immense pride to see how much he has grown. However, Master Iroh is not one to tolerate abuse of power, considering the sort of monster his brother was during his reign.
Clean-up was quickly enacted, as you and the ladies quickly assisted in bringing the dirty plates and used utensils to the kitchen. The table in the throne room was wiped down while the floors were swept, then mopped. Your tea kettle and kit were being put away, and garbage was being collected for easy tossing.
You were numb. You divided yourself from your body, knowing your mind would keep you still otherwise. It was an out of body experience almost, watching yourself dutifully work while your mind was forced out, knowing it would let your physical form down. Nobody deserved to experience what you did. But simultaneously, you were glad it was you, and not your fellow ladies.
It’s not to say that you were less vulnerable or “stronger” than your peers. It was exactly that, with your position working so closely to the Firelord, you could not afford to break down. He needs you, and you will be damned to ever let him down.
But, it hurts.
To be abused in such a way. It hurts. For your body to be tampered and tainted, by a touch unasked for. Unwarranted. It hurts. Despite your uncertainty of marriage, you could not enter such a tie in purity. It all just hurts.
Then, a hand patted your shoulder. You immediately shuttered, briskly turning to meet eyes with Madam Minji, “you may go attend to Lord Zuko now. We can finish the rest of the clean up.” You nod, giving her a bow before sauntering between the noblemen that remained. They stood in clique-like groups, catching up with one another while discussing topics of the meeting.
You quickly find Lord Indra, and do your best to avoid him in your stride. Even your ears blocked out sound, disregarding whatever potential voices were calling to you as you made your way up to the throne. Going up to Lord Zuko, you felt somewhat liberated from meeting his gaze. His smile was contagious, and you were suddenly smiling back.
“Lady Sai,” Lord Zuko hummed, containing his excitement over the meeting going well, and getting to interact with you once more.
You bow, “Firelord Zuko.” You both stand there for a moment, finding solace in one another's presence. But you forgot you had a job to do and quickly cleaned up his dishes, as well as Master Iroh’s. This allowed the opportunity for Master Iroh to speak to you.
“Sai, the tea was phenomenal,” Master Iroh praised you.
You bow quickly, plates and utensils in hand, your face shying away from sight. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I knew it would be a pleasant surprise for you both.” Master Iroh takes note of your flush face, smiling at such sincerity.
“Zuko, go on and mingle,” Master Iroh ushers, his chin gesturing at the noblemen. There was a buzz in their conversations, the chit chats becoming louder with laughter sprinkled in every now and then. “It’s a good opportunity to get to know the other lords, and see how their clans are faring.”
His eyes screamed reluctance. Lord Zuko, despite his title, was still quite shy and unsure of himself. And, truth be told, he was looking forward to being normal again and discussing the meeting and unimportant matters with you. But, his uncle was right, and his wisdom is the reason why he has gotten this far.
Clearing his throat, he nods, “pardon me, then.” With lingering eyes latched to yours, Lord Zuko quickly meanders away, and finds his first group to talk with. Another Lady in Waiting rushes up to the throne to collect the dirty dishes from you, having you mouth a ‘thank you’ to her as she gives you a happy smile. You both watch as she zooms away, joining the other ladies in their new path towards the kitchen.
Then, the opportunity became open for Master Iroh.
“y/n, I need to speak to you about something,” the old man began quietly. His smile diminished, and you were met with a very serious aura, which was new in comparison to all the interactions you’ve had with this man. “And I’d like you to be able to confide in me. Your words are safest with me.”
You look at him curiously and nod, “what is it, Master Iroh?”
“When you were distributing another round of food to the noblemen,” Master Iroh begins, making your stomach already sink. He noticed, you thought anxiously. “I saw you react to something.”
You immediately shook your head, “it was just my muscles, Master Iroh. I think it might have pulled a little as I was serving.” You already regretted the quick lie you concocted.
“Right, right,” Master Iroh hums, believing not a single word. “Lying would be easier with anyone else, but I am not someone who can be lied to so easily. Especially when I smell the burning of clothing from you.”
You were caught. You bow sheepishly, “I apologize, Master Iroh. I… did not intend to lie to you.” You bring your hands together, anxiously rubbing your thumb against one of your palms. Dirt and skin follicles begin to accumulate at the motion, your palm going hot in the process. “I do not want to cause trouble.”
Master Iroh pats your shoulder, giving you a relieving smile. “You trouble no one ever, y/n. But you must understand that Lord Indra’s actions are unacceptable.”
You quickly freeze, your body swarming with goosebumps. It wasn’t that you weren’t capable of confrontation; you just have no power here. You are an attendant, not a lord’s lady, nor honorably titled. What rights or safety did you possess to start trouble with a lord from a long, highly respected clan? “Please, I am not harmed in any way. I do not want to bring trouble to you or Firelord Zuko.”
Master Iroh takes a seat, offering for you to sit on the floor beside him. You reluctantly follow suit, crossing your legs on the ground with your back straightened, and your mind alert. “You must understand, it is not just about finding you justice,” Master Iroh explains quietly. “Firelord Zuko intends to change the ways of the Fire Nation completely. That includes such violent and crude acts.”
“But he is a Lord,” you emphasize, “to ruin this evening by addressing this matter would be in bad taste, and I would forever feel regretful.”
Master Iroh quickly offers his hand, “do not worry. We will resolve this matter subtly.”
You place your hand in his, but in pure reticence and anxiety. You did not want to bring about trouble, but trouble came to you first. Master Iroh felt your nerves drive your body, your hand shaky and cold in his hand. He puts his other hand on it, stilling it in the process. You suppose you must do as he says.
There was nothing worse in the world than seeing Lord Zuko’s face at that moment.
Master Iroh asked for Lord Indra to hang back, his smile still wide, his eyes filled with anticipation. It was as if he was being held back for something important; perhaps delusioning himself into receiving good news. It disgusted you.
You stood by the door, wishing all the men goodnight as the poured out of the room. All the Ladies in Waiting bowed at their exit, and began leaving themselves. They wished you a good night, and you all wiggled at each other's fingers, silently appreciating one another for todays job well done.
Chamberlain Minji was last to leave. Master Iroh had informed her that you were to hang back for a ‘final important task.’ You watched her bow before making her way to you. Her eyes seemed skeptical, as if you were plotting something. “Make sure you do as Firelord Zuko requests. Do not go to bed until he is satisfied.”
What a sentence, “of course, Madam Minji. Have a goodnight,” you hummed. She wishes you a goodnight, her cold tone unrelenting. Before she left, she stood by the doorway and looked back at you all. She cut her eyes at you before truly leaving.
Strike two. Just adding more fuel to a fire you wanted to extinguish.
Now having privacy, you stay close by the door, keeping your distance from Lord Indra, who was well far and at the bottom of the steps. Lord Zuko took a seat on his throne, completely confused by the situation. All he knew was that his uncle requested he hang back. And his uncle has never led him astray; not back then, not now, and he trusted never in the future. He curiously stares down at Lord Indra as well, wondering if anything happened.
Master Iroh meets your eyes, and gestures you over. So much for keeping distance, you thought to yourself. You slowly make your way forward, with Lord Indra now staring you down. His eyes felt just as burning as what he did. And you wished nothing more than to run out of there and take a neverending bath to attempt to remove the feeling.
“Lord Indra, I don’t think I have to mention what you did this evening,” Master Iroh starts hot, his face discontent. For a fire bender who has shown immense power and control over the many years never looked so strong than in this moment, despite how the years have aged him. “And I do not believe I need to push this matter further than it has to be. Please, apologize to Lady Sai.”
Lord Zuko’s eyes widened, those amber orbs studying you in a different nature. He scanned you, seeing that though you appeared unharmed, your face was not quite normal. There was a sort of lack of shine, a dullness in your expression. Your earlier happiness seemed to have been stinted by the sort of nerves not as simple as performance anxiety.
“Apologize? For what exactly?” Lord Indra said simply, feigning innocence.
Master Iroh did not look pleased. “Lord Indra, you know that I am a patient and willing man,” Master Iroh’s voice was hush, but approaching a tone a bit more sinister than what you were used to with him. “And I’d like to give you another chance to do as I requested. Should you tread incorrectly again, I am not sure what your future will hold.”
Lord Zuko narrows down on Lord Indra, those amber eyes going dark. “Lord Indra,” Lord Zuko addressed him, his tone low, but steady. All his happiness from the successful meeting was quickly drained from his tongue, and replaced with the very tone you did not want to hear. “What did you do?”
His tongue was replaced by a snake, a venomous hiss taking over his words. The rumors had always gone around, but after meeting and getting to know Lord Zuko personally, you never believed them. When he was a prince, he was an angry child, constantly yelling and never satisfied until he recovered his honor. He was angry because he was weak, or so people said. Others said his scar was a testament to such dishonor, supplementing enough reason to be the mad child he was.
Lord Indra, initially, kept his cool. He put his arms out, in such a way where he believed it was friendly. “Firelord Zuko, I believe age is catching up a bit with your uncle. I accidentally touched Lady Sai here as she served food; no harm no foul. Master Iroh might have had too much tea.” He proceeds with a laugh, but Lord Zuko was nowhere near humored.
“Uncle,” Lord Zuko begins, his eyes still very much fixed on Lord Indra. It was as if he was waiting for him to move, to give him a reason. He did not need to ask, for Master Iroh already knew what he wanted. He moves closer to his nephew, halting for a moment before giving Lord Indra one last chance. He lends him a gaze, waiting for him to make a decision.
But, Lord Indra stands firm, meeting Master Iroh’s eyes with silence.
Master Iroh goes to Lord Zuko’s ear, forcing him to move his hair, the hair you had carefully done for him. As he explains the situation in his ear, the color in Lord Zuko’s face vanishes. The warmth, the joy, the accomplished aura had been replaced with something a bit… dimming.
It was hard to pin point, as you have no reference. You had never seen Lord Zuko in anything outside of his gentle nature or stern turn when he attended to his obligations as a leader. But, when Master Iroh pulls away from him, you see it clearly. Those beautiful amber eyes were desolate, his lips firmly pressed together.
It looks like something– a seal, something that held him– had broken.
“...Kai,” Lord Zuko began hush, his words practically untraceable. Not even you could catch it.
Lord Indra was bold to ask, “could you repeat yourself, Firelord Zuko?”
“Was I not clear enough for you?” A voice, almost unhumanly, calmly left Lord Zuko’s lips. You watched as he sat still on his throne. One of his hands, just hovering in front of his torso, had a low flame sitting there. As the silence ensued, the flame only grew bigger. Surrounding it were small slivers of light that your eyes could not make out. But from the sound of the whirring and crackling in his flame, you soon realized that it was miniature bursts of lightning.
Quite a sight for someone known to only redirect lightning, not control it.
“I said,” Lord Zuko begins, his voice fuller, his tone challenging. “Agni Kai.”
Firstly, thank you all who like, reblog, and comment under the Burnt to the Core chapters. I'm so glad you all are enjoying the story so far, and I'm super excited for those who are looking forward to each new part as they come! I'll put the Masterlist link to locate the series here, should this find itself in unknown feeds.
That said, I believe I have everyone who has requested to be on the taglist thus far. I have chosen to delay Chapter 3 in case anyone still wants to be added. So feel free to comment on this post if you would like to be added!
Furthermore, as a reminder, my ask box is open. Should you want to let me know abt anything, rant about zuko or want any mini/short oneshots abt our firelord, please feel free to send that through! It helps to do little drabbles here and there while I work on Burnt to the Core. Ask box link will be right here.
(Just keep in mind: my blog is MDNI + no requests for incest, abusive topics, and anything in that realm + strictly for the adult versions of our gaang)
Finally, I should have Chapter 3 ready and set to be posted tonight (which, lets say is like 10 or so hours from when I put this post). I'm still also tweaking it, and giving it a few proofreads because I'm crazy hard on myself and want to put out legible pieces for you all.
Alright I'm done. I hope everyone has a wonderful day and see ya'll in Chapter 3!
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Firstly, thank you all who like, reblog, and comment under the Burnt to the Core chapters. I'm so glad you all are enjoying the story so far, and I'm super excited for those who are looking forward to each new part as they come! I'll put the Masterlist link to locate the series here, should this find itself in unknown feeds.
That said, I believe I have everyone who has requested to be on the taglist thus far. I have chosen to delay Chapter 3 in case anyone still wants to be added. So feel free to comment on this post if you would like to be added!
Furthermore, as a reminder, my ask box is open. Should you want to let me know abt anything, rant about zuko or want any mini/short oneshots abt our firelord, please feel free to send that through! It helps to do little drabbles here and there while I work on Burnt to the Core. Ask box link will be right here.
(Just keep in mind: my blog is MDNI + no requests for incest, abusive topics, and anything in that realm + strictly for the adult versions of our gaang)
Finally, I should have Chapter 3 ready and set to be posted tonight (which, lets say is like 10 or so hours from when I put this post). I'm still also tweaking it, and giving it a few proofreads because I'm crazy hard on myself and want to put out legible pieces for you all.
Alright I'm done. I hope everyone has a wonderful day and see ya'll in Chapter 3!
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