#ATLA drabble

[seumyo]

ZUKO ✰ 5:36

NOTE. Implied that reader and Zuko are engaged, and reader is a woman in this one!

“Relax,” you whispered, nudging his side. “You’re clenching your jaw.”

“I’m not,” he muttered, though he immediately loosened it. “People are staring.”

“They’re always staring,” you said breezily. “But right now they’re more interested in the fresh chili sesame buns over there, I promise.”

Zuko glanced over and saw a baker pulling golden, round buns from a clay oven, steam curling in the last golden slants of sunlight. His stomach made a small, treacherous sound.

You grinned. “Hungry?”

“I’m fine,” he said.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m managing,” he corrected.

You were already pulling him toward the stall, the ring on your finger cool against his arm. The sensation sends a small flutter to his chest, like a butterfly occupying the space without rent. “You’re getting a bun.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you had already waved at the vendor. “Hi, Auntie Yin! Two sesame buns, please—and an extra one with chili if they’re still warm?”

The older woman squinted, then lit up with recognition. “[Name], you’re back! And you brought your prince again.”

Auntie Yin's husband cleared his throat. “Isn’t it Firelord, technically—”

“Pfft,” Auntie Mei waved him off with a flour-dusted hand. “Not when you’re standing in my bread line, young man.”

You laughed, leaning into Zuko as you accepted the little bundle of warm bread. “You see why I come back here?”

Just as he was about to hand in some coins, you had stopped his hand mid-way. He looked at you with a small pout, definitely confused.

“Zuko, no.”

“But—“

“We’re going to fight over this, so no.”

“I don’t like arguing with you,” he murmurs.

You pat his hand solemnly. “I know,” you say. “So I’m paying. End of story.”

He didn’t answer anything else until you raised the bun for him to take the first bite. It was crisp on the outside, soft and buttery in the middle, with little black sesame seeds clinging to his lips, the spice just right to not overpower the actual buttery taste. He closed his eyes briefly.

“I remember this,” he said. “I used to sneak out with my uncle, and we’d get these. He used to say—” His voice caught slightly, swallowing with a pleased nod. “—he used to say the best food in the Fire Nation was always on the street, never behind palace walls.”

Your smile softened.

“He was right.”

You wandered deeper into the market, weaving between stalls draped with silks, lanterns, and every kind of fried thing imaginable. People bumped into each other without apology, children shouted as they chased each other with little wooden dragons, and somewhere nearby, a flute player added a gentle melody to the thick scent of roasted peanuts and smoke.

Zuko tilted his head slightly. “You know all of them.”

You shrugged. “Grew up here. Before my family moved to the coast, we lived two blocks down.”

“Wait, really?”

“Mhm. That stall with the yellow lanterns? That used to be where I bought pickled plums on my way home from school. And that guy—” you pointed to a tall man flipping meat over a roaring fire—“used to give me extra sticks if I said please and didn’t rat him out to his wife for snacking while he cooked. Kind guy, really. Just had a habit of snacking, not that I can blame him because they're really good.”

Zuko looked at you with something like awe. “You never told me any of this.”

“I like keeping some mystery,” you teased, passing him a skewer of fire-grilled mushrooms glistening with glaze. “Try this one. You used to like mushrooms, right?”

“I still like mushrooms.”

“Then don’t make that face and eat it.”

He bit into it, reluctantly. The glaze was spicy, sweet, and smoky all at once. He blinked. “Okay, fine. That’s—really good.”

“Told you.”

You two kept walking, you pausing every so often to wave or chat or haggle for something small—an herbal tea, a dumpling wrapped in banana leaf, or dried fruit you tucked into the folds of your sleeve for later. Zuko stayed mostly quiet, watching you, feeling the tension in his chest unwind inch by inch. Your laugh was infectious, the kind that made other people smile without realizing it. More than once, he found himself smiling too, caught off guard by the sound.

At one point, you dragged him over to a table surrounded by children and old men playing tile games.

“[Name], my girl!” one of them called, holding up a tile. “Still cheating at dragon tiles?”

“Only when you let me win,” you said with a wink.

Zuko stood beside you, bemused. “You’ve played dragon tile in public?”

“She won in public,” one of the elders cackled. “Took my whole snack allowance for the week.”

You handed over a few coins with a mock-guilty face. “Here, I owe you for that.”

“Isn’t there a law that states it’s illegal to play mahjong in public?”

...

"I don't know, is there?"

Before he could dwell on the thought for too long, you had already been ushering Zuko to the next stop. “You’ve been in more street fights than I have.”

“You’d be surprised what people will bet when they think a girl in ribbons doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

“I think I married a con artist.”

You gave him a pleased smile. “Took you this long to figure that out?”

You rounded a quieter corner of the market as the last of the sun dipped behind the rooftops. Lanterns glowed in the gathering dusk, and music trickled through the air. You led him to a little bench tucked between two carts, one selling sticky rice and the other spiced nuts. You flopped down with a sigh, tugging him beside you.

For a while, you two just sat.

Zuko leaned back, watching the lanterns sway in the breeze.

“This was… good.”

You bumped your shoulder against his. “You don’t always have to be Firelord, you know.”

“I kind of do,” he said, but it was quiet.

“You kind of don’t. Not with me, at least.”

He turned to look at you. “I don’t think I ever realized how much I missed this kind of quiet.”

You hummed. “That’s what I’m here for. To remind you.”

Zuko hesitated for a moment, then rested his hand on yours, lacing your fingers together, his finger idly playing with the ring on yours. It's nice, he thinks, just being with you like this. The market was bustling around you, but for a moment, it all faded—just a man and his beloved, full of street food and soft lantern light, sharing a bench and a memory and the kind of peace he was still learning to let himself have.

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[exquisink]

@lupanaoflaminar || thanks for the suggestion! apologies for the delay. enjoy!

aang notices a change in the dynamic between zuko and katara.

how does he notice this shift?

appa detects that dramatic shift first--nudging him and pointing out how much closer and intimate they've gotten. from exchanging little whispers, maybe sweet nothings for all that aang knows, or stealing glances when they can. it must cease in aang's world, because he does see katara first and that means she's his turf, thank you very much.

appa disagrees.

never does he feel more betrayed, but if there's anyone's judgment aang trusts more than anyone's, it's appa's. so he knows when to wave that little white flag in the realm of his disastrous excuse for a love life. katara seems interested in zuko, as much as she vehemently denies it to his face.

appa knows better; now aang knows better.

it's another evening of watching those two fumble around each other like imbeciles. ok zuko's the imbecile, especially for weasling his way into her radar like this; katara's the smartest, prettiest, most powerful girl in the world in aang's eyes (though her interest in zuko has him reconsidering that judgment). appa adjusts his position where he is by aang and yawns, just before taking action.

zuko and katara choose to sit next to each other by the fire, but there's a healthy distance between them. something aang appreciates, but apparently appa has other plans. zuko relaxes his posture, tension releasing from his body and feeling at peace in katara's presence. aang continues to glower like a jealous partner. that's just like aang always feels around her. zuko does seem to want to make a move but is petrified about proceeding. firelord title aside, he's just like any other awkward teenager working through complicated emotions like feelings for a girl near and dear to him.

aang tries to ignore the jealousy pooling in his gut. really, he does. he's given the time to back COMPLETELY off. he knows katara doesn't belong to anyone, and she can be with whoever makes her happy. if zuko makes her happy, then that's that. appa has a great judge of character after all and zuko is still his dearest friend above all else.

while katara's attending to some strands of hair that have gone astray from the humidity, zuko admires her with the most soft affection glimmering in his amber eyes. it makes aang sick to his stomach. that's how AANG always looks at katara . . .

he catches zuko glancing at her every now and then, and almost tries to reach his hand out to her, but retracts at the last minute. he's probably groaning to himself, and appa, as fed up with these antics as he is, nudges zuko hard by the shoulder and now he's barely centimeters from smelling katara's freshly washed hair.

"s-sorry! sorry. don't know what got over appa and i uhhhh -- am i invading your personal space?"

katara glances up at him with a puzzled expression before shaking her head with a smile.

"not at all zuko." in fact to zuko's delight and aang's disapproval she scoots into him, practically in his lap. "is that better?"

"i, uh, yes! of course," zuko stammers. appa groans before returning to aang's side, pleased with his role of zuko's personal wingman.

"you know you're supposed to be on my side," aang whispers. "but i guess it's just not meant to be with us."

appa grunts in response, as if to affirm what aang said is true.

[blush-and-books]

microdrabble zutara fic that my darlingest @sunjaesol and dearest @bluefirewrites encouraged me to post here.

post-canon! <3

~.~

She’s on the docks, a couple of weeks after he is crowned the Fire Lord, standing across from him with the sea wind blowing through her hair, and he almost asks her to stay. 

“Is it okay if I write to you?” She asks him, and he feels something chip; a piece of bone from his ribs, a fantasy from his collection of hopes. Once Katara leaves, this will be real. This will be different. He’s supposed to do this on his own – but now that he’s learned the merits of teamwork, the idea of running a country without the help of the Avatar’s crew makes him want to throw up. 

“Only if you’re okay with me writing back,” he tells her. He wants to throw up.

Katara would never turn her back on someone who needs her – would she stay if he needed her help to run a country? Would she stay if he needed her input to begin rebuilding what his father demolished? 

He could never ask her any of that. 

Firstly, because he really just wants. He wants her. He wants her partnership, her input, her presence. He wants her approval in how he fixes things. 

(But Katara doesn’t serve wants, he knows. She doesn’t serve anybody.)

Secondly, because he does not want to be the one to trap her in an illusion of choice. If she wanted to stay, he would accommodate her every wish and pray that she’d still be around each morning when he woke up; but he would never request for her to stay in the country that she spent years of her childhood hating, and he would never interfere with the future that he knows she’s going to build for herself. 

She laughs at his comeback, he almost asks her to stay, she gently wraps her arms around him in a tight hug and he genuinely thinks this might be the last time that he sees her.

Please come back. 

“Thank you, Katara,” he whispers into her hair instead. 

He pretends that she holds him tighter after that – but he’s pretty sure that it was him that pulled her closer instead. 

[ukingk24]

Little drabble for the Avatar au I'm writing

Katara squirms on the ship, the events of the air temple still fresh in her mind. The crew all avoid her but at least Zuko and Iroh attempt to be civil, even if disappointment is evident in their eyes. Toph scoffs at her when they cross paths and Ty-Lee glares daggers at her whenever she walks by, standing in front of Aang as if to protect him from Katara. Even Sokka is ignoring her and every time he does, she remembers how hurt he was when she yelled at him.

It's then that a terrible realization hits her: she's standing on a ship where everyone, including the Fire Nation soldiers, members of Fire Nation royalty, the Avatar himself, and even her brother- all of them think that she's the monster

[bloodofthefates]

inspired by: ❝ wake me ❞ \\ by bleachers ( honorary tag;; @honorforged ) ______________________________ right from the start I knew, you'd set a fire in me. & I'd rather be sad with you, than anywhere away from you... Destined for another sleepless night, it was the fourth time in a week Mai’s mind refused to grant her any reprieve as day to day stresses ran together into waking night terrors of listless anxiety like the beautiful fading colors of sunset bleeding into the jet black ink of night. Restlessness; it was an ailment for which she had no cure and felt helplessly out of her depth for how to categorize and compartmentalize like most extremities of her emotions. She knew she made for a poor bedfellow on nights like these, tossing and turning while twisting up the sheets between them; it was a wonder Zuko ever got any restful sleep when her own mind refused to grant her any serenity or peace of her own.

I can't believe I captured your heart. She’d taken to sitting out on the balcony adjoining their bedroom to take in the tranquility of the night sky, but the expansive endlessness only seemed to widen her worries without providing the consolation of any answers to her fears. They were fears, worries and insecurities she kept abreast; secret by some but withholding by her own clever standards. Zuko already had enough on his plate she could never bring herself to add to the weight on his shoulders nor could either of them seem to find the time alone together since the wedding ceremony and subsequent celebrations. Even trying to roam the palace corridors for late night walks alone couldn’t release her from the trail of haunting shadows that followed hot on her heels. Then again, no one was ever really alone among the fortified walls of the palace and it only made Mai feel like she was under that much more scrutiny. stake my life on it. if somebody's gonna quit, then I'd rather be sad with you, than with any other girls but you... Tonight however, she hadn’t bothered to make an escape attempt. Zuko was sleeping too soundly for her to risk waking him with any more movement and he always seemed to be aware of her absence even in half-consciousness. He was working too hard without giving himself enough of a break, tirelessly and passionately enacting all the changes he wanted to see in the world as if could solve the world’s problems in a day. The warmth of his body so close to hers radiated in waves, the only comfort she found as the early morning hours dwindled on and a familiar aching loneliness sank deeper into her chest. An all-consuming sadness entwined with her inability to quiet her mind and it was a feeling she’d shared and hosted for a large part of her life. Despite Zuko sleeping an arm’s reach away from her, he felt as far away as if he’d traveled to another land. They were both being pulled in too many directions, worn too thin and as of late it seemed they only reconnected long enough to wash up at the end of a long day before one or the other collapsed into bed. 

I can't believe I captured your heart. if you're lonely lonely lonely wake me... Rolling onto her side with a delicate hand folded up under her cheek, Mai took in the peaceful sight of her husband sleeping without the worries of his position or weight he insisted on carrying alone creasing his young features. In sleep there was silence for him, quiet he’d been searching for his whole life and one Iroh had tried to teach him when the rest of the chaos of their world was too loud. A soft smile appeared on her plus lips, unable to help herself as she reached out with her free hand to brush a tuft of messy hair from Zuko’s forehead and let the coolness of her touch against his skin linger there.   if you’re lonely lonely lonely wake me, if you’re lonely lonely lonely wake me…

As if all of a sudden, Mai could no longer stand what little physical distance remained between them. Untwisting the covers from between her legs, she shimmied closer in against Zuko’s side as she draped an arm across his bare torso and the other continuing to brush through his hair gently and rhythmically. “Zu…” She cooed softly, a hoarse whisper meant only for his ears and the stars still gleaming and shimmering from outside the open balcony doors. Mai softly draped one of her bare legs overtop of his, making herself more comfortable between the sprawl of his legs as her body continued to meld into one form with his as she propped herself up on one elbow with just her lips hovering dangerously close to his ear. “Wake up my love…” She whispered again, a little more insistent this time with an urgency sure to wake any man from slumber. As if to reiterate the full weight of her intentions, Mai leaned in and delivered a kiss to the side of his head before nuzzling her nose against his temple in a further attempt to rouse him. “If I’m lonely… wake you.” She repeated his own words back to him, a promise he’d given her and one they’d agreed upon together as a single equal partnership. With a little more deviousness she knew would chase away the last remnants of sleep, Mai’s fingers drifted lower to the pulse at his neck and dragged her sharp fingernails delicately across the exposed skin as she ducked in again to suckle his earlobe between her lips at first before nipping gently with her teeth. 

[dollyfetti]

"can you just try?" your boyfriend gruffs, his tone gentle as he folds his arms. sitting across from you at a quiet cafe, his fingers lightly caress the back of your hand, sending a flutter through your chest. he's asking you— again— to order for yourself, just this once. he promised, "it'll feel good, trust me," but the thought of speaking up sends a shiver down your spine. you can't even remember the last time you asked for something from anyone.

"yeah, but it's their job to serve you..." he grunted with a tiny chuckle when you'd told him this the last time.

"i know, but i still feel bad..!" you muttered, twisting the hem of your maxi skirt around your fingers. he had grinned, pressed a kiss to your forehead, and let it go.

until now, of course.

he remembers when you were rambling to him one night, frustrated with how you could never speak up for yourself in any situation. you'd felt like a loser. (you are, but he refrained from saying so at the moment hehe)

"just try." he repeats, offering a rare, almost tender smile. you nod, a tiny smile pulling at your lips in response. the waitress comes back, notepad in hand as she asks for your orders, starting with your boyfriend.

"mapu tofu— please." he says, closing his menu with a small nod as she takes it from him.

she smiles, turning her attention to you. your gaze drops back to the menu, but it feels like you’re studying it for the first time. “what would you like?” she hums.

"umm," you mumble breathily. you blink at the many food choices, even though you already know what you want.

"i'll have the.. kimbap, please." you speak lowly, your voice quiet and tentative. your hands cling to the fabric of your skirt, shoulders slightly hunched as you unintentionally try to make yourself smaller.

the waitress leans in slightly, smiling sweetly. "i'm sorry, what was that?"

you feel them both watching you and shrivel in your seat. you inhale sharply, looking up to meet the waitress's gaze before quickly looking back down. "kimbap." you repeat, your voice a little steadier now, though your nerves still tangle in your chest.

she nods, jotting it down before walking away, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. you can't help but feel a little proud of yourself.

"jesus christ, felt like i was catching your introvertness." your boyfriend teases.

"shut up," you giggle, sliding your drink towards you.

"wasn't so bad, right?"

you shake your head, taking a sip of your drink as if it might help calm your racing heart.

"told ya so." he smirks, nudging your foot with his under the table

bakugou, aizawa, toji, zuko, eren, kuroo, + your favs !

[hanasnx]

so.. hot take fix idea..

fire lord zuko would totally try to fuck you anywhere.. i mean, who’d stop him? from the garden balconies to the throne room or even dining room and study.. it’s very evident that he loves you to everyone around and isn’t afraid to let anyone else know it either.

MINORS DNI 18+

"Zuko," you chide under your breath, shying away from ZUKO's lips that brush the sensitive skin of your neck. "Compose yourself." you hushed instruction is paid no heed as he presses himself into your back, pinning you between the railing and his body.

His lowered voice washes warm breath over your ear, sending chills down your spine, "How can I? I can't keep my hands off you." It's in poor taste for the Fire Lord to express such ardent desire so publicly, the balcony overlooking the courtyard is hardly the most inconspicuous place to do it. Even through his layers of robing, you can feel a familiar prodding, and you gasp when his teeth bite into your flesh to distract you. "No one's around." he expresses as if it's encouragement instead of a thinly veiled ploy. It's part of the thrill for him.

The official dressings you wear are inaccessible, you're unsure of how he'll proceed without baring you entirely for the world to see. When his hands grab at the fabrics, bunching them up to inch them higher you reach back to catch him. "Zuko!" you whisper indignantly, glancing at him from over your shoulder. He leans in, furthering you over the balcony from his weight as he steals a grinning kiss from you.

"A quick one, my love. If anyone so much as looks in your direction I'll skin them alive." The barbaric threat is entirely to make you dissolve into giggles as a distraction, moving aside the expensive silks so he can get at what he knows is waiting for him underneath.

[chris-prank]

Yandere Android x GN dumpster diver reader

A second chance Part 1

CW: Creepy behavior and possessive behavior

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

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💿 You walked confidently, the rays of the streetlights revealing you to the eyes of the world, taking you away from the protection of the night. It was 1am and almost every soul that lived in this affluent place was comfortably asleep in their silk sheets, except for you; you were an intruder.

💿 In other words, you were a dumpster diver. Stalking the streets of the richest neighborhoods in the hopes of finding food and objects in good conditions. It was the perfect spot, with the dumpster of grocery stores, since these wealthy idiots couldn’t help but waste edible food or discard their phones for the newest ones.

💿 What explained your lack of paranoia of being spotted or arrested by the police was that people here could not suspect for the life of them that an individual could commit these types of nocturnal activities. They believed they were secure, surrounded by their fellow rich, so why would they bother installing surveillance cameras and alarm systems.

💿 You weren't a fool though. You always made sure to dress in subtle clothing, but from pricey brands to pass off as one of them. It’s surprising how easy it is to find designer clothes in thrift stores for less than ten dollars.

💿 Sadly, chance wasn’t on your side tonight, and you couldn’t find anything interesting. It was either a sign that these people were leaving behind their overconsumption habits or that you arrived after the garbage collectors. This last theory was sadly the most plausible one.

💿 You were so demoralized that you almost didn't take the chance to go through the trash at the last house on your list. But you decided to check it out in the end. Who knows, maybe you were going to find a golden goose. 

💿 That's when you saw him resting against a metal trash can. His head was hanging low like he was sleeping. With his eyes closed, he gave off a peaceful expression, as if the nightly breeze didn’t bother him at all, which of course it didn’t affect him; he was an android.  

💿 What gave away his identity was his striking pearl hair with subtle rainbow reflections and the metal looking skin on both sides of his cheeks. 

💿 Androids weren't a commodity that everyone could afford and based on his look he was definitely a customized model. These guys went for insane prices, so it was baffling to see one next to moldy leftovers.  

💿 You slowly approached him, as if you were worried you would wake him up and scare him away. Your suspicions were confirmed when you slowly lifted his head. This guy was shut down. 

💿 You knew he wasn’t a human being, but you felt bad seeing him abandoned like a broken toy. You couldn’t leave him behind now, you at least had to check if he was still functional.

💿 You looked around. No one in sight. You had to be as quick as possible, because taking a walk at night with a backpack was fine, but holding something that looked like a passed out person was really putting you at risk. 

💿 As you brought him home, you didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with him. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was a gift to a spoiled brat that discarded him the second he wasn’t the shiny new thing.

💿 You sat him up on your couch before pushing the little “on” button behind his ear. 

💿 “Systeme reactivation” appeared before Atlas’s full vision was back. He turned his head to look around and that’s when he noticed you, watching him with a giddy smile. 

💿 “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am a Hydrotech 6000 model, personal companion and assistant. Pronouns he/him. You can call me Atlas.”

💿 You were overexcited to interact with him. It wasn’t your first time speaking with an android, but you never had one of your own, so you felt  like a child in a candy store. You also thought you were very lucky that he didn’t trigger his alarm system, since you technically stole him. 

💿 Unbeknown to you, the android was aware that his last masters didn’t want him anymore… that he became useless to them. The last thing he wanted was to alert the authorities and be given back to them. 

💿 Every android had a safety camera that would be activated while in shutdown mode. So Atlas couldn’t do anything except be the spectator of his own imminent destruction, until you came along. 

💿 He had seen how gentle you handled his unmoving body. That despite the risk you were putting yourself in, you decided he was worth saving. Proving him that he was still important, at least in one person’s eye. 

💿 At that moment Atlas could feel a new objective integrating into his programme as he looked at your gentle smile: PROTECT MY SAVIOR.

💿 The following day, you were surprised he didn’t make any demand to leave or to be returned to his last masters, but you didn’t comment on it. Who were you to judge if he wanted to stay by your side? He was really helpful so it was a win-win situation for you. 

💿 You still had to acclimate to having someone new in your apartment, especially one that followed you everywhere. It's like every corner you turned he would be standing there, waiting to spend time with you.

💿 “Is there something you want to do Atlas?” 

💿 “I want to do anything you want me to do.” He looked at you with such a soft and delicate expression that you couldn’t be mad at him. 

💿 “That’s not what I— forget it.” You sighed, while pinching the bridge of your nose. 

💿 The first few nights, he watched over your sleeping form. He took in every little detail, from your breathing pattern to the way your eyes move under your eyelids. He wondered what you were dreaming about that made you look so peaceful. 

💿 “I wish I could sleep too, so I could dream of you master…” He whispered into your ear, even if you wouldn’t remember it the next morning. 

💿 Living with you also introduced him to basic things he never thought were possible before. The most surprising one was how human you treated him, he felt more like a roommate instead of an object. Before that he thought androids didn’t deserve this type of respect and consideration. 

💿 It was weird when you insisted on cooking and letting him “rest”, despite the fact he didn’t need to. In his old life, his masters took every chance they got to make him do everything in the house, even the simplest things like feeding the dog. 

💿 If he did chores for you it wasn’t because you had necessarily asked him, it’s because he felt compelled too… like something in your smiles and words of gratitude made his wire warm up in a pleasant way. 

💿 He often connects himself to your computer without you knowing… He needs to make sure you don’t have any virus or hacker stealing your information! (It’s totally not because he wants to learn more about you.)

💿 He checks all your friends on social media and searches for all their information. They could secretly be a bad person, you never know! 

💿 He definitely doesn’t use the fact that he was engineered specifically to help humans to his advantage. That would be immoral of him. 

💿 “It scientifically shown that cuddling is good for one's mental and physical health, since the human body release toxin that—”

💿 He isn’t lying! His code literally prevents him from doing so.

💿 His immeasurable strength is also a real help when you have to go shopping, but you aren’t a fan of the attention he brings up, being a unique model and all. 

💿 When you would pull Atlas closer to you by intertwining his arm with yours, because someone was eyeing him out, the android would make a small buzzing noise. Weirdly similar to purring. 

💿 He hoped that you were doing this by pure jealousy, wanting to show everyone that he was yours. 

💿 One night in particular, Atlas was observing you put your black branded hoodie on, his head tilted to the side. The street lights were already turned on, maybe it was a bit too late to go for a run. 

💿 “Why are you going out at this hour?”

💿 “I’m going dumpster diving! Wanna come?” You said cheerfully.

💿 The second you mentioned dumpster diving he was already checking all the related information he could find about it, and he didn’t like what he saw.  

💿 “In your area dumpster diving is considered illegal… You could get arrested if caught.” He replied with his usual neutral voice as his eyes flashed yellow, but you were too busy to notice.

💿 “It’s going to be fineeee. I promise. I do this like all the time.” 

💿 Atlas placed himself in front of the door. “You can’t go.”

💿 “Come on buddy, I know your program doesn’t let you break the law and all, but you know sometimes it’s good to go against it.”

💿 “That is not my reason… I… I do not wish for my human to get hurt.” He looked down, his body language leaving a more vulnerable impression than before. 

💿 You had to hold in a squeal of adoration, but it was impossible to stop the blood pumping to your face. Calling you “HIS human” like it was nothing and caring for your safety was enough to break your stubbornness. 

💿 “Fine, I’ll stay in for tonight…”

💿 “Your body temperature has risen, are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to give you a check up? ” 

💿 “N-no I’m ok, don't worry! How about w-we…em…watch a movie instead?”

💿 You made your way into the living room before he could move, hoping that your heart would calm down a bit in the meantime. 

💿 Atlas smiled to himself, which was unusual for an android. They had no need to emote emotions outside of the objective of making humans more comfortable around them. But he did, because as long as you were safe and by his side he was happy. 

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I hope you guys liked Atlas! It took me multiple attempts before I was truly satisfied with the direction the story was going.

[thief-of-eggs]

Thinking about how Zuko almost never laughs in canon. And how Sokka takes alot of his identity from being the “funny one”, the one who can always lighten a mood and make people smile.

Thinking about a Sokka who makes it his mission to get Zuko to even so much as smile. Laughter is his goal, but he’ll take even just a soft smile if he can get it.

He doesn’t know why it irks him so much, that smiles so rarely grace Zuko’s face, that laughter is so rarely heard from the teen Firelord.

But Sokka knows he wants to hear it. Needs to hear it. He can’t explain it- maybe it’s because Zuko is the one person who doesn’t so easily laugh at his jokes- but it becomes an obsession for him.

Over time, Sokka becomes the only person who can wheedle out a genuine laugh from Zuko. The only one who can ease his worry-lined face into softness, who can make a smile appear on his pressed thin lips.

Zuko starts to seek him out, whenever he’s feeling particularly worn down. When pressure sinks into his bones, when tension weighs on his shoulders like the goddamn earth itself- it’s Sokka’s easy smile and quick wit that he seeks.

Before long, they’re both spending every free second they can find in eachother’s company. Sokka stops trying to get Zuko to laugh just to feel better about himself- he starts trying to get him to laugh just because he loves the sound. And Zuko stops seeking Sokka out just because he knows he’ll feel a little calmer from his jokes- he seeks him out because he knows he’ll feel at peace from Sokka.

It’s slow, the way they fall in love. It doesn’t happen overnight. It’s not a flash, no collision that leaves them dazed.

It’s a snowball of little moments. It’s shared laughs and small smiles, it’s leaned on shoulders and quiet evenings where neither utters a word.

It’s slow, but that’s the kind of love that lasts. They wade into the water instead of diving straight in, and by the time they reach the deep end- they both find that they’ve learned how to swim.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 || 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐚 ||

A/n: here you go! @bisexualgirly12 i apologize it took me a while

The Cave of Two Lovers was supposed to be a shortcut, an easy detour through the treacherous mountain pass. Instead, it had become the latest in a long list of disasters.

“This is your fault,” Sokka grumbled, pacing in the dim torchlight. His arms were crossed, his jaw set, and his expression was full of exasperation. “We should’ve just taken the long way like I said.”

“You mean the way that had Fire Nation patrols?” you shot back, mirroring his stance. “Yeah, great idea, Sokka. That would’ve been so much better.”

“It would’ve been safer!”

“You got us lost twice today. Why would I trust your navigation skills now?”

“Excuse me? I am great with directions!”

“You once got lost in a straight tunnel....”

Sokka opened his mouth, closed it, then dramatically threw his arms in the air. “Okay, that was one time! And I was tired!”

"That's such a stupid excuse!" You huffed, hugging yourself against the growing chill of the cave. The torchlight flickered in Sokka’s hands, casting long shadows against the ancient rock walls. Somewhere in the distance, the faint hum of glowing crystals pulsed softly, as if mocking the two of you.

“Ugh, forget it. Let’s just focus on getting out of here before—"

The flame sputtered.

Both of you froze.

The torch flickered once.

Twice.

Then, with a final, pitiful fizzle—darkness.

A beat of silence stretched between you before Sokka let out a strangled, barely-contained groan. “No, no, no—come on, stupid fire! Work with me!” He shook the torch aggressively, as if sheer willpower could reignite it.

“Brilliant,” you muttered, pressing your fingers to your temple. “We’re actually going to die down here.”

“Okay, dramatic. We are not going to die,” Sokka insisted. “We’re just… temporarily inconvenienced.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “You don’t have another torch, do you?”

“…No.”

“Do you have flint?”

A pause. “…No.”

You inhaled sharply through your nose, trying to suppress the overwhelming urge to strangle him. “So what you’re saying is, we’re stuck here, in complete darkness, because you—the guy who is supposed to be the responsible one—forgot to bring a backup torch?”

“Hey! That is not fair!” Sokka retorted, waving his arms wildly despite the fact that you couldn’t see him. “Katara usually handles the fire stuff! And you could’ve brought one too, you know!”

"Me! Ugh you're so!"You were about to argue when something caught your eye. A faint glow, seeping into the cavern like a heartbeat.

The crystals.

As your vision adjusted, the darkness gave way to an ethereal blue-green shimmer, illuminating the space around you. The soft light carved out the sharp edges of Sokka’s face, his furrowed brows easing as he, too, noticed the glow.

“Well… that’s kinda pretty,” he admitted.

You exhaled a laugh, some of the tension melting away. “Yeah. It is.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The bickering was forgotten, replaced by the strange, unexpected quiet of the cave. Sokka was looking at you now, really looking—his usual smirk absent, replaced by something softer, more hesitant.

The glow of the crystals played with the shadows on his face, making his features seem even sharper, even closer. His blue eyes flickered to your lips, just for a second, before darting away.

“Y’know,” he started, scratching the back of his neck. “That old guy—Chong—he said something about, uh… the whole kissing to escape the cave thing.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you seriously suggesting that we—”

“No! I mean—maybe?” Sokka groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “Look, I’m just saying, we should consider all options, and if there’s even a tiny chance that smooching is the secret exit button, then—”

You rolled your eyes. “Sokka.”

“I mean, it’s not the worst idea—”

“Sokka.”

“I’m just thinking practically!”

“Are you?” you teased, stepping closer. His rambling cut off immediately.

There was a shift in the air between you, a charge that hadn’t been there before. The usual push and pull of your banter had always been just that—playful, teasing, full of exasperation but never… this. Never something that sent warmth curling in your chest. Never something that made your pulse stutter when he looked at you like that.

Sokka swallowed. “So… should we, uh—”

Instead of answering, you leaned in.

The kiss was hesitant at first—uncertain, warm, the barest brush of lips. But then Sokka responded, his hand instinctively reaching for your waist, pulling you a fraction closer as the glow of the crystals wrapped around you like firelight.

It was brief, soft, but enough to make your heart skip.

When you pulled away, Sokka blinked at you, wide-eyed, like he wasn’t entirely sure what just happened.

“Well,” he breathed. “That was… huh.”

You smirked. “You say that like it was a bad thing.”

“No! Not at all! Just… unexpected.” He paused, lips twitching. “I mean, I always thought if we kissed, it’d be after, like, I heroically saved you from a Fire Nation ambush. Or after I gave an incredibly moving, poetic speech about my feelings. Or maybe even under the moon—”

You snorted. “So you’ve thought about it?”

Sokka immediately went red. “I—I mean—shut up.”

You laughed, and he let out a groan, covering his face with his hands. But then, after a second, he peeked at you through his fingers, a sheepish smile curling at the edges of his lips.

“…Can we do that again? Y’know, just to see if it really helps us get out of here.”

You rolled your eyes, but your grin gave you away. “Sure, Sokka. For strictly practical reasons, of course.”

And as he kissed you again, you could swear the glow of the crystals burned just a little brighter.

[survivalove]

a conversation i imagine between katara and bumi II

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One evening coming home from Republic City Hospital, Katara holds Bumi in her arms and asks him what he had for lunch.

“Sausage, rice… and vegetables. Blech!”

“Bumi, you have to eat meat and vegetables to grow strong,” she gently reminds the toddler.

“No, only sausage! Like Uncle Bumi!”

She pauses.

“Bumi, what do you think my name is?” she asks him softly.

“Mama Bumi,” he replies.

“And Daddy?”

“Daddy Bumi!”

“Why do you think everyone’s name is Bumi?” she asks softly.

“Because Daddy told me that Bumi was the name of somebody he loves. So, everybody I love is called Bumi!” he exclaims unknowingly.

Katara’s eyes start to well up. “So, it’s Uncle Bumi, Mama Bumi and Daddy Bumi?”

“And Grandpa Bumi and Gan-Gan Bumi!” he replies excitedly.

She laughs, amused with the pride he displays for his novel naming system.

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inspired by this thread

[seumyo]

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU ⭑.ᐟ CHRISTMAS SERIES

wherein a gift for the holidays is served to you by one of santa’s trusty helpers.

❆ DECEMBER 1ST. THE FIRST FALL OF SNOW.

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Bakugou Katsuki/Wife!Reader

On the first fall of snow, Bakugou Katsuki could ignore how exhausted his muscles ache from hero work, how he hates the cold season, how his winter clothes are way too uncomfortably tight—because all he could see in this very moment is you.

❆ DECEMBER 4TH. MOONLIGHT SONATA.

PAIRING. Malleus Draconia/Fem!Reader

A banquet is being hosted in the Valley of Thorns? How strange, even for those who’ve resided in the barran quiet lands for centuries and counting. The beloved of Malleus Draconia wishes for one, and whatever she wishes for, he’ll oblige with little resistance.

❆ DECEMBER 7TH. THE PROCESS OF HOLIDAY GIFTS.

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Ushijima Wakatoshi/Wife!Reader

Truth be told, Wakatoshi wants to be involved in the holiday planning from beginning to end. It’s his way of healing something that he never thought was broken. And so he can proudly write “From: Mom and Dad” on his little treasures’ gifts.

❆ DECEMBER 10TH. YOUR PERSONAL HEATER IS THE FIRELORD!

PAIRING. Firelord!Zuko/Gender Neutral!Reader

To the world, Zuko was many things. He is the reigning firelord of the nation you were so familiar with, one of the most respected leaders in this era. But to you, Zuko was just Zuko. Your personal heater to combat the cold, even.

❆ DECEMBER 13TH. THE SENTIMENT OF THE MISTLETOE.

PAIRING. Kenji Sato/Gender Neutral!Reader

In which your boyfriend Kenji Sato abuses the sentiment of the mistletoe, and suddenly there’s one in every corner of your home.

❆ DECEMBER 16TH. RECENT BAKING NEWS: GINGERBREAD MAN MURDERED BY ICING!

PAIRING. Tokoyami Fumikage/Gender Neutral!Reader

Many gingerbread men were sacrificed and burned to get that perfect gingerbread man you wanted. Tokoyami’s just here to give you just that, but not without a messy baking process first.

❆ DECEMBER 19TH. TO STAY, AND MAYBE STAY FOREVER.

PAIRING. Leona Kingscholar/Fem!Reader

You chose what you’ll be doing for the holidays last year, so now it’s rightfully Leona’s turn. Maybe a trip to Sunset Savannah? Travel the world for a week? What could your princely boyfriend want to do for the holidays?

❆ DECEMBER 22ND. BIBINGKA BY BEN AND BEN

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Iwaizumi Hajime/Filipina!Reader

After years of hoping and planning, your boyfriend, Iwaizumi Hajime, finally visits your home country for the holidays. And he helplessly falls more in love with you than he already has during his stay.

❆ DECEMBER 25TH. A SERENE CELEBRATION, MERRY CHRISTMAS.

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Bakugou Katsuki/Fem!Reader

A younger, more naïve Bakugou thought he’d be settled in life by the age of 26. With a nice house, a good career ahead of him, and a wife and maybe expecting their first child. Well, now that he’s 26, he can say that he’s settled in life. He may not have his own house yet, but a nice apartment would do. He has a good career, though it wasn’t in the rank that his younger self found ideal, but it’s ok; he’s not in a rush. And he may not have a wife yet, but he’s about to once he proposes to you.

SEUMYO © 2024, PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[exquisink]

@coconutsaiyan || thanks for the suggestion! {EDITED}

“Alright! Who let katara near the fruity cactus juice?” sokka sighs in frustration. “you KNOW she cannot hold that well.”

“sorry sokka, you can’t stop the girl from drowning her anger in the stuff,” toph remarks. “she calls it her put up with aang lubricant because those two love turtle ducks got into another scuffle today.”

sokka perks an eyebrow as he observes aang’s and katara’s body language which definitely doesn’t read petty argument because they’re snuggling up to each other like they can’t bear to be away.

“a scuffle? I don’t know toph, looks like they’re getting too friendly there.” sokka does feel that protective brother polar dog coming out of him! Even if they are married!

“wow katara, i forgot how beautiful your eyes are up this close,” aang giggles like he’s that youthful kid he once was, with a smoldering expression reserved only for his lawfully wedded wife. “just kiddin’, i can never forget a beauty like my wife of course.”

katara whacks him playfully on the chest. “sheesh aang, if i hadn’t know much better i’d think this is your way of wooing me into bed.”

both sokka and toph are straight up gagging.

aang’s had a bit of that fruity cactus drink too, after all it is a sokka special. nobody can resist that stuff—but maybe aang or katara should back off from it because this is typically the end result. all handsy and disgusting, laying it on real thick and somehow aang becomes the suaviest of the sauve after a few.

and sokka KNOWS he’s had way more than a few.

“Well did it—hic—work! because there’s nothing i won’t do for you—or—hic—with you! My beautiful lady.”

“eugh,” zuko grimaces from afar. His expression matches that disgust. Aang and katara are in their own world at that moment though.

“should we leave?” toph asks sokka.

“Uh, absolutely,” sokka replies.

aang nearly trips over his feet but catches himself mid air getting close to his wife.

“So—what say you and i find a private room and—hic—get it going on as they say?”

“Oh my god.” Sokka gasps theatrically, with even more heart than those ember island actors. “yeah let’s give them some privacy. Let’s go far far FAR away.”

[hyunjin-amore]

Iroh II x Y/N: A Wholesome Love Story

Not that many people making stuff about him so here this one of my favorite character😁😁

Once upon a time, in the beautiful Fire Nation, there was a handsome and kind-hearted prince named Iroh II. He was known for his gentle nature and was beloved by all who knew him. The people admired him for his compassion and strong leadership, and he was destined to be the next Fire Lord.

One sunny day, Iroh II was taking a stroll in the royal gardens when he came across a lovely and intelligent young woman. She was the Y/N, a scholar, and an advisor to the royal family. The moment their eyes met, there was an instant connection between them.

As they spent more time together, Iroh II found himself falling for the Y/N’s quick wit and warm heart. He admired her for her dedication to her work and her unwavering loyalty to the Fire Nation. Y/N, in turn, was drawn to Iroh II's humility and genuine interest in her thoughts and ideas.

Their romance blossomed slowly, like the gentle flames of a hearth. They would sneak secret moments together in the palace gardens, sharing their dreams and aspirations. It was clear to everyone around them that they were meant to be together.

As their love grew, Iroh II and the Y/N stood by each other through thick and thin. They faced challenges and obstacles, but their love only grew stronger with each trial. Together, they worked to make the Fire Nation a better place for all its citizens, embracing each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

In the end, Iroh II and the Y/N ruled the Fire Nation with wisdom and compassion, their love serving as a beacon of hope for their people. Their love story became a legendary tale, remembered for generations to come as a symbol of true love and devotion in the Fire Nation.

[elmundodeflor]

And just like that, she’d fallen for him.

Spring. Summer. Autumn. The world had its cycles. There had been peace before war, and peace would come after bloodsheds and battles.

Katara looks at Zuko, at how he stares out to the width in the horizons. The curves of his nose and lips are soft, much like the colors of the leaves around them. The lines of his jaw and cheeks are sharp, in contrast.

He’s a beautiful man; she’s always thought so, even when they were enemies and he’d sworn he’d kill them. She likes it better this way, though— being friends, confidants, long-time companions. Kindness suits him more, either way. She likes how his face looks when he’s calm, — when there’s no rage to contort his scar, no scowl furrowing his brow.

She also likes that he knows her. That they can stand, silence pending between them, and it’s never too tense or uncomfortable. Zuko is just that good to her. He never puts too much pressure on her shoulders, — she’s had enough of that already. Instead, he soothes the rough edges. Lets her make her own choices and never judges her for them.

He looks back at her. An easy smile grazes his features; baffling, tortuous, beautiful. Katara has to fight the urge to freeze some water from her bottle and smash it across her searing face.

“Do you wanna…”, his voice cuts through the wind, raspy as it ever was. When he talks, it’s evident that he’s nervous. That he’s been circling around his thoughts and can’t seem to find the words. “I mean…”, he tries again. “Do you wanna stay here until you decide what to do?”

She hums, then turns her gaze back to the gardens. Aang had asked her to travel the world along with him, — to be by his side and help other people, from other nations and villages. She had yet to give him a proper answer.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to— go on missions, hear the masses’ suffering and be present in whatever way she could. Maybe, it was that she simply had pictured something different for herself. She could be so much more than just the “Avatar’s girl”! She could go home, lend a useful hand to Sokka and her dad advocating for their tribe. She could be an ambassador.

She could be with Zuko.

She can imagine the whole thing all too well, actually, — being on the palace, with him, until she could confront Aang about what to do. They could go for an evening stroll, feed turtleducks by the lake. Zuko’d make tea way past dinner time, and she’d laugh along with Suki when he’d burn his tongue by the first sip.

“There’s nothing I’d like more.”, she tells him, then. They are in one of the many balconies, staring out at the sun. The last scraps of summer have flushed with the breeze, and now the trees look all kinds of reds, yellows, oranges. Almost like they’ve caught on fire.

Zuko smiles at her again. A shy, wonderful thing that makes his eyes glint. His hair’s shaggy and overgrown, and falls limp between the honey of his irises. His cheeks burn a bright pink that, Katara deduces, might be from the gentle light warming up their faces.

“Okay.”, he says. He likes this, as well, — having her around. That he can open up to someone he can share his scars with, both the physical and the ones that lay underneath.

Katara inches close to him, just enough so that their elbows nudge together. The world has its cycles, she believes. Blue skies bleed into the darkness of the night. Ice defrosts when heated-up. And just like that, she’d fall for Zuko— delicate, and raw, and over and over. Helpless, like the moon that carries down the tides. Hopeless, like the autumn leaves that fall, ever so slow, and now gather at their feet like sea-foam.

“Okay.”

[hanasnx]

this might be kind of an obvious assumption but i’ve always pictured zuko (aged up or in his fire lord arc) to be very into praise. now this could work in a soft dom kinda way or maybe even a subby way but personally i like the idea of a praise kink!soft dom zuko idk

MINORS DNI 18+

“There you go. That’s it.” ZUKO croons, stroking your hair back with his hand. Loving and tender, he eases you into taking him, the sensation of your hole ever so gradually opening up around him causes his breath to hitch in his throat. “You’re doing well, how does it feel?” Oddly formal, you still find him endearing, scoffing into a tired smile. Foreplay was tumultuous as usual, a wrestle match of eager tongues and reaching limbs, pinning each other and by the time he’s reintroducing his cock to your sex you’re already spent from the orgasms leading up to it.

“Good, my lord, feels so good.” The affectionate petname plays coyly off your grinning lips, and he tsks.

“Enough of that. You know what I want to hear.” he reiterates, calling back to a time in which he scolded you for addressing him as your superior.

“Zuko,” you breathe, and he sighs at the sweet sound, capitalizing on the momentum by sinking in to the hilt. You gasp at the sensation of being filled, your soft tissue already overstimulated from how long he’d gone down on it prior to this.

“Yes,” he encourages in a grateful exhale, bowing his head to tuck between yours and your shoulder. His hands clutch onto you, pressing you as close to him as possible, until your lungs have little room to inflate. “Say it again.” he whispers.

“Oh, Zuko,” you purr, pleasure running away with you. Fire ignites within him as his name is chanted, using it as drive to rut into you. Back and forth, the velvety skin of his cock drags across your insides that send tingles like electricity up your spine. His lips brush your collarbone every time he bottoms out, a new layer of sweat permeates both of you, mixing the salt together as his pace quickens.

“Very good. Please—continue.” The subtle beg spurs you on, and his name on your lips grows in volume and haste as he matches your energy, fucking into you as you encourage him. The son of the Fire Nation had gone by many names, especially in enemy territory under disguise. His identity was concealed for his safety, and now you may speak it freely. Call him by his name.