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fanboyzuko · 2 years ago

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How much is a royal title worth in LTF? Dragons Wings seems to imply that it was a really big deal having Lu Ten as a figurehead for the movement, does that importance extend outside of the Fire Nation as well? Outside Ba Sing Se he immediately became a valuable target the moment the wrong person found out his location.

I'm extrapolating from available information mostly to try to figure out how careful the Sazanami needs to be when traveling outside Fire Nation controlled waters with two royals on board. And how dangerous it might be if information about their location and mode of transport were to spread. Would the Earth Kingdom generals consider them a worthwhile target to chase after if that information became known? Would the South Water Tribe fleet?

And depending on the answer to those questions, would the Wings mention having royal backing in any eventual future meetings with other factions? or would they keep it quiet to not risk a repeat of what happened to Lu Ten? (The more I think about it, the more Zuko's Hui-persona seems to offer a vital layer of protective camouflage, allowing him to become insignificant to those who would go after him. How much does Zhao know about the details of that identity? that's the only weak point I can see at the moment.)

TL;DR Royal title has significant political weight in LTF. However, threat levels of being specifically targeted not too high for Zuko&Iroh while sailing about even outside of FN waters. No different than any other FN vessel. Wings will definitely start establishing they have someone suitable to take the throne if they overthrow Ozai, at least to FN allies. To possible foreign allies? Proooobably not after they were burned so hard last time... Hui should be safe from Zhao.

Long rambling answer:

Oh maaan you always ask them hard hitting questions. I really had to think on this one.

So perhaps the first thing I really sat thinking about is how in canon, the political weight the noble class is very... light? Understandably so, as this is a Nick cartoon, not some Game of Thrones style type shit. I feel like that pretty much extends to general fandom perception and content? Like I feel most the time when I see focus on the importance of say Zuko's royal standing, it's to deconstruct it and show him 'breaking norms.' But what ARE the norms?

Zuko may have been banished and (presumably) taken out of the line of inheritance until he found the Avatar, but Iroh still had his title as a prince of the FN. Even disgraced after the siege, he has standing. But it doesn't come off that way at all! And then Azula, Ozai's only heir while Zuko is banished, is sent off to capture Aang. And sure she's a powerful firebender but?? She really had meager guards and protection being IN THE MIDDLE OF ENEMY TERRITORY! And gosh the whole King Kuei running off into the wild with his pet bear is bonkers. No matter how much of a puppet king he was, he's still a whole ass king. Buck wild. But again, kids show lol.

So then turning to LTF... The politics are a litter messier and hold more weight. The Fire Nation royal line 'traces back to the first Fire Lord' and it is a Big Deal. There's probably a lot of nobles who take immense pride in their connections to the royal line. "I'm the great-great grandson of Fire Lord X's youngest sister!" type shit. And it's a big deal who is then brought into the royal family. Hence Ursa coming out of nowhere was such a huge upset in the court.

As far as the commonfolk go, I'd say that ties into the spiritual significance of the royal family. The FN gives off the 'divine right to rule' vibe to their politics, with the original Fire Lord being a Fire Sage and the throne being tied closely to the Fire Sages in its beginnings. Even after the Fire Lords started pulling more power to themselves and from the sages, the Fire Sage clearly still have strong social and political sway. I hinted a bit at it with Ju Long at one point, how the Fire Lord is supposed to be a representative of the FN's spirits of sorts.

So it is important that if there's a faction going against the throne, they have someone from the royal family backing them. No matter how radical the group, they know that if they're going to usurp the Fire Lord and keep someone else on the throne, they need the support of the nobles and commonfolk. Only way to do that is with someone in the royal line. Also touched on that briefly with Bun Ma's conversation with Iroh before she left, about the Fire Lord who was overthrown by the clans who had to marry their candidate to rule to someone in the royal line to secure their place.

Which now gets me thinking, it'd be SO interesting if the Earth Kingdom tried forcing Zuko/Iroh to marry an EK noble and making a claim to the Fire Nation throne.... Oh man that'd be so interesting. Bc honestly, with Zuko's banishment and Iroh basically abdicating the throne, they aren't high profile targets to foreign powers. Lu Ten was targeted because his worth to Iroh was well known, and it seemed like the best move to end the siege. There's no benefit to targeting Zuko or Iroh other than reparations in regards to Iroh (like what almost happened in the show when he was taking his bath lmao), a shot in the dark Ozai isn't as heartless as he seems and would care about a ransom, or the secret third option I just thought of, of trying to upset FN politics from the inside...

I'm losing the thread some maybe... I've been thinking about this all day can you tell haha.

Okay so for the Wings, if they want to have any hope of making significant waves in the FN political sphere, they need that royal backing. So as they start pushing harder, they will need to disclose they have someone suitable to take the throne should they overthrow Ozai. But they'll be playing it safe of keeping it vague just who they're putting their money on. If anyone outside the Wings starts hearing of their movement and mission, they could think it's Iroh or even a noble with direct lines of descent from the royal family.

Coordinating with foreign allies, they'll be keeping their cards even closer to their chest. After Lu Ten they're not going to take any chances. So they'd definitely imply their royal backer isn't in the immediate royal family. Or that they're completely breaking FN norms and saying fuck it. After a century of conflict and isolation, EK and WTs wouldn't necessarily know the political and cultural climate of the FN. They could probably accept and believe a rebel group hoping to overthrow the throne without royal backing, unlike FN allies.

As far as Zhao goes, he definitely underestimates the power of Hui. Even if he did learn Zuko's undercover name, he hasn't remembered it. He just vaguely knows that Zuko's been posing as a scholar. What a waste of time and resources, but go off banished prince, is his mindset. Last he's met Zuko, he went to the library and came back without seeming to have learned all that much. Whoopdeedoo.

If he actually knew just how much shit Zuko's gotten up to as Hui and how many connections he's made, it'd be a different story. But he doesn't, so Hui's safe from Zhao's interference.

#bookwyrmie #atla #jam talks #i had a lot of thoughts lmao #this is stupid long

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bard-llama · 2 years ago

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Hello! I just wanted to let you know that I love your Zukaang writing and I already read almost all of your stuff about them! You go so deep in their problems and have so much intricate theories. I get so amazed by how well done is all made. I’m still learning how etiquette works here so sorry if this isn’t the proper way :’)

Awww, thank you for this awesome note! Really brightened my day 😊😊😊

I have sooooo many ideas for Zukaang, it's ridiculous lol. I currently have... okay, actually, I'm gonna do a tally of my WiPs that are unpublished lol. (below a cut bc I have way too many WiPs)

Zuko/Aang (29)

Shirtless Sparring: Zuko trains Aang in hand to hand combat and grappling. Naturally, this means frottage

Return to Pohuai: Aang gets to enjoy a fantasy where the Blue Spirit takes him

Our Love Become a Funeral Pyre: Zuko is Kuzon reincarnated and this proves confusing when Aang shows up

Gay Bar: crack fic where Zuko and Aang run into each other in a gay bar in Ba Sing Se

Airbender Blow Jobs: AKA Aang can go down for a long time

Fealty: Aang tries to figure out how to tell Zuko that he wants to pledge himself to him

Aang Approaching Zuko Morning After: after running into each other at Pao's Teashop, Aang goes back to try to talk to Zuko. Unfortunately, Zuko isn't on shift - but his Uncle is.

Dreams/Nightmares: Sokka jokes that he imagines all the villains in his dreams in their underwear. That night, Aang dreams of a very scantily clad Zuko chasing him

Pampering Zuko: Aang convinces Zuko to go to a resort where they can spend time together being soft. All about nonsexual intimacy

Fluff: post-dragons, Zuko retrains himself on how to use love to firebend

“My heart feels like it’s dancing when I look at you.”: Zuko thinks there's something wrong with him. Aang doesn't know how to tell him.

Treasure: sequel to Pearl, Aang has figured out what to do with the black pearl he found.

“I’m in love with your voice.”: Zuko and Aang talk while huddled up in a cave in the North Pole

First Kiss/First Time: Aang panics when Zuko kisses him and runs away to the South Pole. Zuko's wife is the one to come get him and tell him to fix his shit. (everyone is polyam)

Sex Pollen Blue Spirit/Aang: Aang gets dosed with something while in Ba Sing Se. Zuko saves him from some thugs but then has to figure out what to do next

Pao’s Teashop Office Sex: they bone in Pao's office lmao

Rope Burns: different circumstances Aang has experienced rope burn, culminating in him asking Zuko to tie him up

Sexytimes – Voyeurism: Aang ties Zuko up and makes him watch him touch himself

Gossip: Aang can't help but gush to Toph about his new bf

Frottage: Aang pushes Zuko into a closet in the FN Palace to avoid an annoying advisor - and they end up rubbing against each other

Something to Live For: The Avatar is what drives Zuko. Even through unimaginable pain, that goal has kept him going.

Avatar Gossip: the former Avatars watch Aang in the Spirit World and gossip about his life and relationships

PWP Genderbent Aang picks up Zuko without Zuko knowing: what it says on the tin

Blue Spirit x Avatar Aang: The Fire Nation is very invested in the love triangle between Fire Lord Zuko, Avatar Aang, and the Blue Spirit. Zuko is exasperated.

Identity Porn: Aang does not see behind the Blue Spirit mask. He does try to pick up the Blue Spirit when they run into each other in Ba Sing Se. Zuko doesn't know what to think.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. When I wake up, when I’m about to fall asleep…”: Zuko talking to Aang

Soulmate Potential: anyone can be your soulmate, but some people you'll have more resonance with than others. Even if they happen to be your enemy

The Fire Lord and the Avatar: posted the outline here

Airbender Zuko: Zuko first made sparks at 8, but he's been bending air since he was born. How is this possible?

Zuko/Aang/Katara (5)

Inspired by littlegingermochipie's art: Zuko blows Aang while Katara watches. Zuko maintains intense eye contact

Zutaraang: Aang gets hot and bothered watching Zuko and Katara spar

Zutaraang Lap Sex: At the Western Air Temple, Katara decides that the way to make sure they all get what they want is to push Aang into Zuko's lap and then climb into his lap. Aang has no complaints. Zuko is very confused.

“We need to stop dancing around it. All it does is hurt us both!”: Fantasizing about Zuko is safe in a way daydreaming about Katara isn't. Until Zuko joins their side, at least.

Katara and Aang decide to pursue Zuko: Aang talks to Katara about the Air Nomad concept of polyamory

Zuko/Gaang (8)

Retribution: roleplay where the Gaang 'pays Zuko back' for his s1 shit

Crowd Shy: what better way to deal with the trauma of being horrifically burned in front of a crowd than to get fucked in front of a crowd?

"Seduce" you to the good side: Zuko thinks he's dreaming and is very confused

Everyone Wants to Fuck Zuko: Zuko gets to be the Gaang's pet

Consensual Somnophilia: Zuko tells his friends one of his fantasies

“Prisoner” Zuko: Zuko is annoyed with how stupidly his "captors" are debating over taking him, as though he doesn't have a mouth that can be used

Getting Zuko to Sleep: Gaang cuddles with Zuko. If you cuddle up to him, he won't move and can actually fall asleep

Everyone is in love with Zuko and he catches a clue: he's all nervous trying to tell Mai that he's in love with his friends and she's just like "yeah, you have been forever, idiot"

Gen (56)

The Tournament of Kingship: Toph competes to be King of Omashu AKA the Greatest Earthbender in the World

Actions Speak Louder Than Words: Zuko apologizes to the Gaang (and co in Western Air Temple) through actions

Spontaneous Combustion: Ba Sing Se fic where Zuko ends up investigating people bursting into flame

Early s3 AU: After the war council meeting, Zuko panics and runs away to inspect a prison facility in Fire Fountain City. The same prison facility that Combustion Man locks Toph and Katara in a wooden cell in.

Pre-canon AU with Ozai: Ozai is annoyed that his son made friends with some blind girl at a diplomatic conference

Choosing Nonviolence 1: Aang sees Zuko's scars and it challenges his commitment not to harm Ozai. Zuko takes this the wrong way.

Choosing Nonviolence 2: What is forgiveness? It's not easy to forgive and Aang mourns that his friends don't understand that

Truth Serum: Just when the Gaang + Zuko + Iroh back Azula up against a wall, they get hit with pollen that has weird effects

De-aged Zuko: bb!Zuko finds out about the Air Nomad Genocide and has Opinions. Aang does not know how to feel.

Flower Language: Aang weaves a flower crown for Zuko when he's supposed to be training. Zuko gets frustrated and burns what turns out to be Aang's friendship offering. The Duke is the one to point out how he done fucked up.

The Duke Learns to Read: Zuko teaches The Duke how to read at the Western Air Temple

Working Together/Mission Fic: There are thugs abducting benders to sell as slaves in the Fire Nation. It's their great misfortune that they happen to capture both the Avatar and the Fire Prince

Zuko becomes Fire Lord at 13 AU: Zuko fights in the Agni Kai. This changes everything.

Toph Joins S1: she manages to mow through the pirates, and when they're surrounded, Iroh surrenders on both of their behalf. Zuko is not pleased about this.

Muzzled: the Gaang rescues Zuko from Zhao. It isn't pretty.

PAIN: literally an excuse to torture Zuko lol. The Gaang doesn't accept him at the Western Air Temple and he ends up captured, first by the EK, then the FN. They are not friendly captors.

Trusted with Weapon: Zuko realizes that the Gaang trusts him with a weapon

Gifts: the Gaang finds out that it's Aang's birthday on Ember Island. They talk about cultural differences in birthday celebrations

Katara POV Zuko tortured by Fire Lord: What it sounds like lol

Ozai finds out Zuko joined the Avatar: in Ba Sing Se, Zuko chose the Gaang. Now he's with them as they make their way through the Fire Nation. Ozai is displeased about this.

Kanna: Gran Gran's view of Zuko and passing judgement

Gyatso Runs Away With Aang: Aang wakes up from the iceberg with Gyatso next to him

Dad Convo: Zuko asks Hakoda what he would do if Sokka ever disrespected him

Shaking it up down South: Sokka learned his sexism from somewhere. In the post-war rebuilding of their tribes, things come to a head when many of the men are dismissive of the women of the tribe

Earthbender Zuko: Zuko discovers he can earthbend. This changes a lot.

Keeping the Avatar Alive: Zuko realizes he fucked up after Ba Sing Se and dedicates himself to protecting Aang

Pirate Zuko: At the Air Temples, Zuko discovers a philosophy of freedom - and so he decides to embrace it and becomes a pirate who seeks out/salvages Air Nomad artifacts

Self-Harming Zuko: Zuko is not as cautious when fighting with swords as he should be

Haunted Toy: Lu Ten dies... and ends up haunting a toy he once gave Zuko

Animal Transformation: Zuko is a finch-hawk and the Gaang bandages him up when they find him

Time Travel Zuko 2 Electric Boogaloo: future!Zuko goes back in time to tell his s1 self the things he wished someone had told him about how his father sucks ass. s1!Zuko is very confused.

Toph and Zuko’s Life-Changing Field Trip: Toph's parents invite her home and she decides to give them a chance - with backup that turns out to be VERY needed, because her parents invited her back to try to arrange her marriage

Crossdressing Gaang: A conversation about clothes leads to Aang talking about the fun of dressing up - and encouraging everyone to get in on it. They have a contest to see who can walk best in heels (it's Aang)

A Letter from the Dead: I'll be posting this soon, but basically, Gyatso wrote a letter to Aang, in hopes the Avatar would one day read it

Aang loves his friends (probably gen?): Aang misses his friends and arranges a get together for Zuko's 34th bday

Nerd Lords: Zuko sneaks into the Earth Kingdom Royal Library and manages to accidentally make friends with Kuei

Fight Club: Zuko competes in fist fights while they make their way across the Earth Kingdom. Iroh does not approve.

Instinctive Bending: Zuko's always had trouble bending exactly the way his instructors want. But when he lets himself forget that and just move, he's actually pretty good

Zuko's Odyssey: my mashup of the Odyssey and Zuko's years at sea AKA his ship sails the Western Ocean, full of monsters and mayhem (posted some planning here)

Agni's Little Flame: Agni is invested in Zuko's survival

Unyielding: Never Give Up Without A Fight

Zuko adapts other bending techniques: Zuko watches the Gaang spar and train and tries to improve his own bending

Fire Control: Zuko is actually very controlled with his fire - unlike Zhao

Nightmares: Katara hears Zuko having nightmares and tries desperately to ignore the urge to comfort him

Good at Bending: a conversation about bending leads to Zuko sharing how his skill has always been considered disappointing

Healing Fire: Zuko can't heal. It's totally just heat. Heat that makes him heal faster. That's normal, right?

Sibling Rulers: Zuko approaches Azula post-canon and offers a compromise - he needs her help. So he offers for her to be Fire Lady, with equal power to himself. Azula thinks it's a trap, but can't say no.

Azula and her brother: Azula's complex relationship with her brother, who her father has sent her to capture or kill

Crew bonding: First time they see Zuko breathe fire when frustrated. Zhao about shits himself

Katara hating on Zuko: the Gaang learns how he got the scar when Katara implies he deserved it and he agrees.

Thrice Cursed, Once Broken: going to start posting this soon, but Zuko doesn't escape on the Day of Black Sun. After Ozai is defeated, he is crowned - which means he has to deal with the Gaang + Iroh, who are here to end the war

Batman!Zuko: Zuko needs an outlet from being Fire Lord. Vigilantism is just convenient.

Viva la Resistance: Zuko's crew share stories about the Prince across the invasion fleet

Aang in the Iceberg 1: When Zuko dreams, he's in a world where Aang is the only person in existence.

Aang in the Iceberg 2: During his angst coma, Zuko wakes up in a bizarre ice cavern where an Aang who doesn't know who he is is eager to play with him

Punishment: At the Western Air Temple, Zuko expects the Gaang to punish him the way he was accustomed to at the palace. The Gaang is horrified.

Other (6)

Zuko/Ran/Shaw oviposition pwp: what is sounds like

Zuko navigating 10 (billion) relationships: Chore Wheel but it's date nights with Zuko lmao

Sex Pollen Hakoda/Zuko + Kuei/Zuko: a diplomatic conference gets sex pollen'd

A Southern Water Tribe Welcome: The Southern Water Tribe Family x Zuko

Global Leaders Orgy (🚫Arnook🚫): what it sounds like on the tin minus Chief Arnook bc I don't like him

Mai/Zuko + Gaang: Mai ties Zuko up and invites the Gaang to join them

Oh my god, I have way too many WiPs. That adds up to 104 and that's just the ones that are completely unpublished!

Anyway - thank you! I'm really glad you enjoy my writing! Thanks for letting me know! 💖

#ask #wip list #atla #wips

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did-we-imagine · 8 months ago

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Interesting take.

I'll add as a north african we didn't have surnames until after colonization. The custom was to be called X son/daughter of Y (father's given name), i.e : Katara daughter of Hakoda, and so on.

So it is quite possible that some cultures simply don't have surnames, and instead just attach the kids to their dad like this.

Another possibility is the kids basically having their tribe/clan's name as their surname. Was a thing where I live when family names became mandatory (some chose geographic based patronyms, others their tribe, and so on), so Suki could very well be Suki Kyoshi for example, especially when we know that some clans/dynsasties simply take the given name of an illustrious ancestor for a family name or an important characteristic of theirs, so Zuko Sozin isn't very crazy either, though I'd find it a little bigtstrange because Sozin isn't the FN's founder/1st fire lord, but maybe he did it because he started the war and had some megalomaniacal delirium à la Ozai. (Real life example for this one : the Ottomans, named for Osman I, the ancestor doesn't necessarily have to be the dynasty's founder, but it's the most common formula.)

The Air Nomads are special IMO and they probably might lot have surnames because the kids are raised in temples by monks so I don't think there is enough emphasis on biological/parental filiation for them to need these, at best they will reattach you to your bio parents through records to avoid accidental incest maybe. At least that is how I'd imagine their type of society.

Is Toph the only character in the Avatar gang and series to have a last name?

She is the only gaang member to have an explicitly mentioned last name, to my knowledge. However I think last names are more common in the atlaverse than most people assume.

Most aliases the Gaang use have surnames (the fire family and the Pippinpaddleopsicopolis family). I also don't think it's an "only rich people have surnames" type of thing, since Hiroshi Sato and Varrick both came from humble beginnings. Zhu Li also has a surname. Jargala Omo, a criminal, also has a surname.

I could imagine Aang and the Water Tribe siblings not having surnames not using their potential surnames since their names carry no weight in the Earth Kingdom. Also Aang's entire culture got wiped out, his full legal identification probably doesn't matter that much anymore. Similarly, Suki comes from a rather isolated village. Unlike Toph where her family line directly influences the plot several times. As for Zuko, I can see his family line having a surname but being widely known by their royal titles, as we don't always refer to for example irl british royalty by their surnames.

I have a few headcanons for Mako and Bolin's surname because I needed it for a wip I'm writing. My assumption is that they hadn't gone by their family's last name in a long time and may not fully identify with it, ergo them not introducing themselves with it.

Asami's family name is important due to their wealth and resources and, similairly to Toph, her family name is a big part of the plot.

Korra's the goddamn Avatar, so who gives a fuck abot last names here, she's pretty damn recognisable.

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paragonrobits · 3 years ago

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there’s no evidence that the Fire Lady has any political power or influence whatsoever, particularly as the Fire Nation is an imperialist conquering nation that implicitly only allows women to serve in the military (AKA the entire focus of their nation at the moment) domestically and NEVER in the proper armed forces, so the fandom refrain of ‘X would make a great fire lady’ doesn’t really address the point that the Fire Lady probably doesn’t have any actual political power other than what she gains by proxy through the Fire Lord

the fire nation isn’t some exemplar of egalitarian-ness that also happens to be a genociding state fueled by supremacist ideology; there’s no real reason to assume that the Fire Lady has any real power through what we see in ATLA; indeed, we have every indication of precisely the opposite, based on what became of Ursa

and this pans out because, according to creator commentary, the Fire Lord was originally just the head Fire Sage; the Fire Lady (or presumably a different title, if they were married to men or such) was more or less just their spouse, and thus there’s nothing to say they would have any power beyond what they personally accumulate, and going by real life examples, they would have to be very subtle and wield it like a scalpel, presumably working through intermediaries to do anything at all

#atla #the fire nation is curiously prone in fandom interpretations to be this kind of beacon of #equal rights or something like that #'x would be a good fire lady' is missing the point because the role doesn't seem to allow them to actually do anything #we barely hear of ANY of them and the closest we get is Ursa #who explicitly did everything in secret and thne immediately fled #this is admittedly not a lot to go on #but just by ATLA's canon its all we have to go on at all #the fire lord and lady thing is NOT an equal power dynamic at all #in any case the fire nation follows the route of an imperialist nation growing more conservative #so they'd be hostile to a Fire Lady that wants to make change even IF this is politically a thing that happens in the FN

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aprettyweirgirl · 3 years ago

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Izumi going off on Raiko for treating Lin like a slave.

ohh this is a good one

Izumi doesn't like Raiko in general, but she contains herself from call him out for his shitty leadership... that until she sees him treating Lin like shit and threating her with replacing her as the chief, Izumi all like "oh no lil bitch u not messing w my wife" but she doesn't say it, instead, she uses it as an excuse to call him out

#every once in a while #Izumi calls Raiko saying that she needs to have Lin at the FN #and he's absolutely terrified of her #so he just lets Lin go #lin beifong #fire lord izumi #linzumi #lin x izumi #the legend of korra

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unfriedough · 3 years ago

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hi can i order zuko hcs with a waterbender or a forgotten one? sorry if you got confused, it's just that english is not my first language

‘Watergirl & Fireboy’- Zuko x female!reader

Masterlist <3

An: GOOD DAY FRIENDS. AHHH. tbh this is my best title yet.

I'm not sure what you meant by the forgotten one, but if you want to resend another ask, I can write you something again <3

(Your english was pretty good tho anon! good job!)

Summary:

Water bender gf firebender bf, yes. (Fn is fire Nation I used that at some point haha)

Warnings: mild comic spoilers.

Dating Zuko is super wholesome.

And the dynamic of water and fire is so chaotic

At first, it was a bit of a shocker, as you’re complete opposites

But also made sense

Opposites attract

Anyways

Honestly nothing interesting happens in the gAang part of this story so I’m going to slide right past it

Fire lord and his lady

Notice the his

You’re not married yet haha

So you’re just his girlfriend for the time being as he’s adjusting

The peeps of the fn are definitely surprised

And not happy

Why is there a water SCUM here 🤨🤚

Some like the idea

Like ‘oooh diversityyy’

But others like the new ozai society opt to say you suck

Smh

It’ll be a super new concept

I’m talking a mixed wedding

For example

The ring or whatever would have aspects from your culture as well as his

For example a blue dragon, pretty cute idea

He definitely had Sokka/Katara’s help with it though

For fighting and stuff, you guys are the dream team.

I mean like

Water and fire

Ugh goals

But yeah

Y’all are a force to be reckoned with yk?

In the palace, water tribe decor would for sure be incorporated

Some blue some red some dragons some penguins etc

It’d be such a vibe

Other rulers now not only look down on him because he is a CHILD, they now also feel superior as he married someone from outside his nation

Katara and Sokka would probably take on your protective siblings role.

So like, Zuko would get lectured anytime he was annoying to you

He’s just a baby-

Sparring would be kinda fun

Cuz like fire v water

Like you do the octopus arms and he’s like shooting at you

All in good fun ofc

And training

You would probably have an important role in his life

Like his advisor

So your next to him in all those boring meeting he has to sit through

You accompanied him on the search for his mom

We’re ignoring the promise comic because that's not my baby, he kinda was weird in that one?

Yikers 😒

Travelling to the watertribe would be so funny because you are more used to it so can like wear less coats but Zuko’s got his AND your coats all piled up and looks like a little marshmallow 😩

The watertribe siblings would 100% make fun of him

Trying each others foods like culture wise would be such a blast

Like he has some water tribe delicacies and you the same with fire nation

He would be evil and give you the ones he doesn’t like too just to see your cute face get annoyed

He’s secretly evil guys

The fact that you’re like always cold and he’s always WARM is funny, because he would heat you up, But you

Being the little gremlin you are

😈.

Place your COLD hands on his stomach or arms and stuff and he like shivers.

“Hey Yn did yOU - STOP” literally squealing

Anyways, yall opened up new opportunities for biracial marriages in the fire nation and water tribes. 😌

But yeah, fireboy and watergirl

An: This was so short and written late at night and yeah okay I’m tired. As always, hope you enjoyed reading, SEE YA! <3

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caseykeshui · 4 months ago

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mmmyes I love giving my favorite skins more outfits . . . The face I've designed for him will someday be revealed 🫡 Fortnite skin: X - Lord , Chapter 1 season X (10) Outfits were inspired by FN's current season!...and much Pinterest scrolling was also involved -

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butterflybuckethat · 2 years ago

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Notes: Gregory Bridgerton x Reader - I made a 🌾moodboard🌾 lol

Request: gregory pls

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You pulled open the mahogany double doors of Gregory Bridgerton’s wardrobe as he argued with his mother downstairs. Violet chastised him for overworking her maids with all the tears and stains he returned home with in his white chemises. She wanted him to look presentable this evening for dinner, we were having guests apparently. It was a simple enough request but Greg always found the need to argue back. You were typically amused by these interactions but, when it came to Violet, you preferred he just do what she asked so you took the initiative upon yourself. You paid careful attention to the hems as that was where they were most often torn. You could still hear them exchanging words when you found the right one and were going to rush it down to them when a number of letters, with your name on them, scattered onto the floor.

“Gregory,” you spat, desperately holding back tears you would only allow to spill once you were alone, clutching the crumpled stack of letters “how could you?” You and Gregory had always been close, him being the Bridgerton closest to your age. Your families frequently summered together. You both resided in England, of course, but you mother felt as thought you could benefit from the camaraderie siblings afford, even for just the summer, as you were an only child.

You fit in well, slotting right in as Gregory’s twin menace. You ran amuck, the two of you, arm in arm-picking on the Bridgerton siblings and, if they weren’t available, your parents. Though this was the perfect dynamic for you both, it didn’t always mesh with the larger English society. You were always a little too loud, a little too sun-kissed, with muddy hems and bare feet. Gregory was your best friend, your other half, and you could forgive him anything, except this. This was unforgivable.

A few months ago, you and Francesca had join a little salon of sorts. The women who comprised it were mostly older, treating the gathering as an escape from their familial responsibilities, and politics were seldom spoken about but it was, nonetheless, incredible. They would exchange baubles and gossip as if it were air, playing cards and complaining about their husbands. Sometimes they would give you and Francesca instruction on how to attract a husband, teaching you how to handle a fan, drop your handkerchief, and take a turn about the room. You took to the advice slower than Francesca. A wicked streak ran deep in you both but she was something you definitely weren’t: malleable. She took to instruction like a fish to water, all while maintaining her wit and precocious air, and you were stuck in the mud.

Your carriage was late one evening. Francesca had offered to drop you off but you were certain it was just around the corner. The salon was in relatively low attendance so the two of you spent the majority of the evening speaking with that nights host, Lady Francis Eve. She was a rather eccentric woman, well adorned and always the first to know all the secrets of the ton. Lady Francis was widowed early in her life and produced no offspring, though she did have a truly incredible number of nephews. You were standing in her foyer, apologizing every so often for the tardiness of you ride, when she tapped her chin and said, “my nephew Peter would simply adore you.”

Three weeks later you received a letter addressed from Viscount Peter Bough containing only two lines: I sincerely hope you are the Lady Y/FN Y/LN my beloved aunt speaks so fondly of. If not, please disregard. You indulged of course, scribbling a little something in return, and so began a months long correspondence.

“Gregory,” you said again, weaker this time. It had been over a fortnight since you had last received a letter but you did send three. Your were left in something of a lurch. You had yet to meet Lord Bough in person, and he had hinted at perhaps coming to London, “with a ring” Eloise had joked. You thought that perhaps he had fallen ill, or his home had caught fire, or was killed in the ricochet of a duel.

“Please,” Gregory whispered, his large eyes wet. You felt a pang in your chest but steeled yourself, snatching the letters out of his hands and storming off into the gardens.

Though the Bridgertons keep their lawns and gardens well-manicured, but you preferred the tall grasses by the creek. That sliver sat between the Bridgerton property and the next, left completely untouched. You lied down, uncharacteristically uncaring of the wildflowers you crushed beneath you, and hid from the world. You couldn’t open the letters, not yet. You had always shared everything with Gregory and he must have hidden the letters for a reason. You stared at the sun until your eyes hurt and all you could see was purple.

“Y/N,” Gregory cast a shadow across your face, barefoot and collar untucked. He sat next to you, twiddling blades of grass between his long fingers. “My mother wanted me to tell you to get out of the sun.” You looked up at him, deadpan. “She didn’t, actually,” he coughed.

“You must be kidding.”

“You haven’t opened them,” he pointed at the stack of white envelopes scattered beside you.

“I don’t yet know why you hid them.” You still trusted him. How could you not? He was the one who snuck you sweets from the kitchen when you were kids, stood in front of you when the governess would chastise your muddy smock, kept you from feeling completely alone when you were ignored at luncheons and balls.

“Do you detest me?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” You knew why you were upset. It wasn’t so much the violation of your property and privacy, but because you felt as if this were your shot. Never had any man in the ton shown you any genuine affection or interest, at least not one you would ever consider marrying, and you did want to marry. Lord Peter Bough was interested. This was the first time you had hope that you weren’t going to die an old maid. Only Greg knew of your guilty pleasure of trading the most ridiculous novels with the maids.

You sat in silence as the sun set, letters burning between you both. But you could feel him sticking little purple flowers in your hair, across the crown of your head and tucked into the loosened tresses from that morning. “You should read them,” Gregory said.

“Why?” you turned to face him, “what do they say?”

“I never read them.”

“Then why did you take them?”

“It’s been a month,” he shrugged. You waited for him to continue, building the silence until it forced him to speak, “Eloise...” he cleared his throat, “she made that comment,” he did it again, “about the ring.”

“Greg-”

“I haven’t seen you-”

“You have.”

“Not really, not like before.” He stuck his hands in his pockets, “you’re in your room, writing.”

“That’s how Eloise-”

“Found a husband!” he finished for you. You were going to say ‘spent her summers.’ Your cheeks burned red. What you were too embarrassed to admit, even to Gregory, was that you were hoping that you would. Eloise was also wild and outspoken but she, unlike you, had the cushion of good breeding. Not that you weren’t well bred, but not in any way that was comparable to the Bridgerton name.

“I am a woman, Greg. It is my prerogative to be married.” This might be the closest you would ever get to admitting your desire. It was embarrassing, craving romance to such a degree.

“Not you.” Your eyes burned and watered as you stood, so quickly you were likely to fall back down again. Gregory grabbed your wrist before you could run off, “wait.” You yanked your arm but he held tight. “I didn’t mean-”

“How-” you choked. It was as if a dam had broken, all the whispers and disapproving glances from the mamas, scoffs from your peers, disappointed looks from your own mother, just confirmed by the one person you trusted most. “How-” you sobbed. He moved to wrap his arms around you but you pushed him back, hard enough that he stumbled. “Why would you say that to me?” All that fear and pain was replaced by rage. Why not you? What made you less worthy of love than anyone else?

“That’s not-”

“I am deserving of love, Gregory.” You dug your finger into his chest, “is that so hard to believe? That a man would be interested in me? I am funny and kind and well-read...for the most part.” You lost steam pretty quickly. It was always like that, large bursts of emotion that fell just as quickly as they came. Gregory’s face broke, as if he were seeing you for the first time in years. He stepped toward you, snaking his arm around your waist and his hand on you cheek.

“You are deserving of more love than any one man can offer.” He pulled you close enough that you could feel the warmth of his skin seep into yours. “Certainly more than little Petey Bough can offer.”

It was dark and you could barely see one another but you knew what he looked like. The only lights were the distant one of the house and the yellow and green flickers of the fireflies that surrounded you. Your hear beat so loud you could hear it in your ears as you tentatively placed your hands on his chest. You could feel it steadily rise and fall.

“There is not a moment I do not think of you,” Gregory pushed a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “I took the letters-” he took a breath. “I took the letters because if Peter had any sense in the world he would ask you to marry him the moment her stepped foot in London,” he paused again, “and I don’t think I would be able to stomach it.”

You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him more than you wanted anything in your entire life. But he was all you had and you weren’t sure if you were ready to let go of life as it was.

“Greg?” Violet shouted from the house. You could make a life with Greg, you knew that, if that’s what he wanted. And you did want love, so so badly, but part of you was terrified, wondering if a future as an unwed maid would really be so bad.

“Master Gregory,” the deep voice of Smathers the butler startled you both.

“Smathers!” Gregory had jumped nearly two feet into the air, “make some noise next time, I beg of you.”

“My apologies, sir. Dinner is awaiting your presence.” You walked ahead, not waiting for the two men to catch up.

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batarella · 4 years ago

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The Prince of Gotham (Jason Todd x Reader)

absolutely love love love this one. Thank you again for the suggestions from my dearest friends in the taglist. You are all so amazingly talented.

PRESENTING THE DAMNED PRINCE OF GOTHAM. I MEAN IS THERE EVEN A HOTTER VERSION OF JAYBIRD THAN THIS????

WORDS: 4509 WARNINGS: UNPROTECTED SEX. ORAL SEX FEMALE RECEIVING. FUCKING AGAINST THE AQUARIUM IN HIS ROOM. THE POOR FISH.

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Call him damned, or whatever the tabloids call him as Bruce Wayne’s forgotten son, the son he almost never talks about. Jason Todd will be damned for all that was left of his second life.

The glass was cold on his lips, even colder between his fingers. The Falcones were here again. At least one of them running their mouths at another million-dollar loss. He placed the glass onto a waiter’s tray and placed his firm hands into his jacket pockets.

Miguel came over to him, whispering about a blackjack table with an unruly foreigner throwing the cards at the other players. Surprised it wasn’t of the Falcones, Jason whispered something back. And the next thing he knew, Miguel was taking the culprit into the suite.

No one has crossed him too much. Yet. And not much has happened, either. At least by now, something should have happened. Penguin’s goons. Two Face’s. A worthwhile encounter with any of the beautiful women catching his eye. But there had been nothing. Nothing worth thinking twice about.

A crime lord. In Batman’s fucking city. It’s a death wish not many can escape from, not many can succeed in. The Dark Knight will eventually find some dirt on you, but him? His son? He’ll take it as a free pass. He smiled at a photographer taking a quick photo of him, straightening his jacket. The papers have been all over him tonight, more often than the past week. Just yesterday he saw an article about how he’s now up against Dick Grayson as the most sought-after Wayne bachelor.

The nightly performance should be up soon. He was told they’d bring in a number of beautiful women who usually danced at the bars on the outskirts of Gotham, so it should be something these strip club enthusiast pigs haven’t seen so often. Jason walked over behind the booths.

“Mr. Todd!” A man came to him with a crouched back, ginger hair and freckles that covered half his face. Stretching his hand out that wasn’t holding his camera, Jason firmly shook it. “Jimmy Olsen from the Daily Planet. Is it okay if I ask a few questions?”

“Ask away.”

“Proprietorship over the Iceberg Lounge costs millions of dollars, Mr. Todd. Did you have any financial assistance from Mr. Wayne in your investments?”

He wanted to scoff.

“No. I’m all on my own.”

“Are you involved in any of Wayne Enterprises’ operations, then?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Then what other means of income did you have prior to the Iceberg?”

Blackmail. Robbery. Decapitating drug lords’ heads. Among others.

“My father taught me how to invest in the stock market with more accurate predictions than the average person.”

“You’re not so often mentioned by Mr. Wayne.”

“Well, I am the second eldest son. And there may have been a falling out at the time I was wrongfully declared legally dead. But now? I assume Bruce will have plenty of good things to say about me.”

“Mr. Wayne has not released any statement about your ownership of the Iceberg, Mr. Todd. The media has gone rampant after the Mr. Wayne’s absence in the Lounge’s opening ceremony.”

He wasn’t invited.

“I’m sure he was busy.”

“And your siblings?”

“They should be as well.”

“Last question, Mr. Todd. Will all eight of Mr. Wayne’s children have an equal share of his wealth?”

Huh. He’s never thought of that. “Perhaps. What are people saying?”

“Mr. Wayne is currently worth eighty billion dollars. That would mean you’d inherit ten billion dollars along with your other siblings.”

Shit. Maybe threatening Bruce with his identity a few days back wasn’t the brightest idea.

“Right now, I’m worth more than any of my siblings,” Jason smiled at the camera. “And if Mr. Wayne does give me an eighth of his fortune, I’d be sure to give you guys a first at an interview as the youngest new billionaire.”

Kylie Jenner can suck it.

The music started blaring out from the speakers. Burlesque music. He took another glass of champagne from a waiter and nodded at Jimmy Olsen. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Todd!” he exclaimed.

Jason’s eyes were on stage. Five women with feathers around their arms twirled, moving their legs so gracefully to the music. They only had so much clothes on. Sipping into his glass, he moved closer to the stage.

A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental

On your humble flat, or help you at the automat

Men grow cold as girls grow old

And we all lose our charms in the end

But square cut or pear shaped

These rocks don't lose their shape

Diamonds are a girl's best friend

You caught his eye more than anyone else in the damn room.

You were staring right at him, then with your soft, lace covered hands, you ran it over the side of your cheek, over your red-stained lips. You were covered in red. And the wig you had, a short blonde one, you had that Marilyn Monroe look he always had a thing for. You reminded him of Isabel, the flight attendant he once dated. But you? On stage with your legs covered in the most intricate fish nets, you were definitely something else.

You looked at him again. Perhaps you knew who he was. Your mouth so slightly parted, and the feathers grazed against your glistening lips. Jason smiled at you. You didn’t smile back. At the next move, you moved to the other side of the stage and faced away from him.

Jason then walked over to your side, standing beside a booth. You were looking at the business moguls drooling over you at their table. But then your eyes darted to him again, this time with the slightest smirk. You turned around, along with the rest of the dancers, and bent over.

Jason’s eyebrow quirked up at the sight of your ass, but he kept silent, drinking his wine. Your eyes were immediately on him the moment you stood back up. He held his glass up at you, smiling, and you ignored him once again.

Biting his lip, he watched you throw out your feather scarf over your shoulder, holding onto another dancer’s waist as you grinded onto her, so slowly with the song changing to something a bit more seductive. You then walked off the stage and continued your choreography holding your scarves over people’s necks.

You walked over to the Falcones, avoiding their grabby hands. You almost kissed the best looking one in the group, your chest so close to the tip of his nose. Rolling his eyes, Jason sipped on his glass.

But then you turned to him, your lips subtly curving up. You were making your way to him, most probably knowing he owned the place, because you walked ever so slowly to his way, cheekily winking at all the other men fawning over you.

And when you’d stood in front of him, smelling like sweet, yet strong rose petals in a garden, the tension was immense. You were absolutely gorgeous. And his eyes were all over you.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you put your face so closely to his while your delicate fingers drew a line across his shoulders, his collarbone, over the muscles on his arms. He pretended not to be so shaken, standing still with the glass between his lips.

You were enjoying yourself just as much as Jason did. But he was practically growling in hunger as you swayed your hips, momentarily pushing your ass to his crotch but not near enough to actually touch it. Jason couldn’t care less about all the other people around him. As far as he knew, you were the only one in the room.

Then you placed your scarf around his neck, your forehead so slightly brushing against his. Your breath was hot, too hot, and your body was glistening under the pale blue light. Jason licked his lips before you left to go back on stage.

Looking down at the red feathered scarf around his neck, Jason walked over backstage just before the number came to an end.

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“Mr. Todd!”

A large woman with a fur coat big enough to have been from an actual bear came up to him. “Did you enjoy my girls?”

“I did,” Jason said. “Where are they?”

“They’re just about to finish up at the dressing room. Would you like to meet one of them?”

“Send them all out to the casinos for the night. I’m sure all the guests would be delighted to have them around at the lounge,” Jason said. “If they want to, of course.”

“They would love to. If you can excuse me, Mr. Todd.”

Jason nodded at the woman who then walked into the dressing room. He waited outside, just by one of the slot machines.

The girls walked out of the room, now dressed in long gowns, their backs bare and the slits on their legs high up to their thighs. You no longer wore your wig, but your natural hair looked even better on you, if Jason had to say. You were the last to come out, and the seductive, shameless demeanor you once had was now replaced with a shy, silent, yet beautiful disposition. Your dress was the same color red as his Red Hood mask. He loved it.

You caught his eye, stopping your tracks, then you brought your purse up to your torso as if you were covering yourself from him.

Jason walked over to you, stretching out his hand. You looked at his arms, then at his face. You didn’t smile at him, but slowly, you held his hand for a firm shake.

But he didn’t shake it. Instead, he brought it up to his lips, delicately pressing it against the back of your hand as if you were so fragile. But you sighed at his gesture, and you couldn’t help but step closer.

“Jason Todd,” he said, still not letting go of your hand.

“Y/FN.”

Your voice was sweeter than your scent.

“You were amazing out there, Y/N.”

“I didn’t realize I was dancing for the Iceberg’s new owner, Mr. Todd.”

“Call me Jason. Please.”

So you didn’t know who he was, and still you danced for him like no one else. Interesting.

“A drink?”

You nodded. Jason motioned for a waiter to his direction and he took two glasses from the tray, handing one out to you. “Walk with me, Y/N.”

Your lips stained the glass’s rim with a faint coral. He looked away before you’d catch him staring too much at it.

“How do you find the place?”

“It’s perfect, much better than when Mr. Cobblepot owned the place.”

“So you’ve danced here before?”

“A few times. I didn’t like it as much. Who knew a handsome young bachelor such as you would turn the place so much more interesting?”

Your eyes were piercing. And every so often, as you walked past the crowd, he’d catch you looking at him longer than you should.

“Being one of Bruce Wayne’s wards has its perks.”

“You are definitely different from your siblings.”

“In a good way?”

“In the best way.”

You’ve reached the dance floor, where drunken socialites had a glass on one hand while holding onto some businessman or crime lord half their height with the other. The live band was playing jazz music for now, and with the lights coming to a dim, Jason stretched out his hand for you again. “Dance with me, Ms. Y/N?”

Placing your glasses onto a waiter’s tray, you took it, and he placed his hand on your waist, yours on his shoulder. And with the other, he held your fingers with a slight brush against your thumb.

“You must do this with a whole number of women, sir.”

Sir. You didn’t say it the way you called him Mr. Todd. You said it seductively. Oh, he definitely had that kink.

“On the contrary, I don’t.”

“So the Prince of Gotham isn’t a stud after all?”

“Not at all. But women don’t hate me, that’s for sure.”

His grip on your waist tightened, and you were pulling him closer. “I sure hope you like me, Ms. Y/LN.”

“Call me Y/N, and I think I like you just fine.”

The smell of rose petals yet again. Your faces were so close, and you danced at a slower pace than everyone else in the room. “I’d like to get to know you better. You have a show tomorrow night, Y/N?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Dinner. With me at the rooftop lounge. I’ll reserve a special table with the best view.”

“Just thought you should know, I cannot be reeled in over wealth and gifts.”

“Not that kind of woman, huh?”

You smirked. “I don’t think so.”

“Is that a no?”

“If you weren’t so rich, or if you weren’t so alike to your playboy father, maybe I’d immediately say yes.”

He twirled you around so skillfully you almost squealed. “Then let me prove to you I’m no rich playboy.”

“You have the whole night.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, smirking as you looked into his eyes. You were warm, and even if you weren’t so immensely sexy, he was still so drawn to you, he’ll make sure to make the night worthwhile.

The song ended, and reluctantly, he pulled away from you, but not without a kiss to your hand once again.

“You may not be that kind of girl, but what if I take you up to my room?”

He watched your face, looking for any signs of hesitation. Even at just the slightest bit of pressure, he wouldn’t push it. But the wide smile on your face and the enthusiastic nod reassured him. “Lead the way.”

Jason held out his elbow for you to take, and you wrapped your hand around your bicep as you walked to the back of the room, to the elevators no one was supposed to go into. He heard whispers from socialites left and right, how he was taking a burlesque girl up to his room. They’ll call you cheap, for sure. But even if they had half the charm you had, he’d pick you in a crowd of hundreds in a heartbeat.

You didn’t seem to mind. You walked into the elevator, still holding onto his arm, and you walked out into a hall of glass walls and crystal statues. At the end of the hall was the door to his room. And with no one around, Jason led you inside.

You placed your purse on a console table, marveling over the immensely luxurious bedroom. The walls were still of the same crystal-like glass, blue all over the walls. There was a couch and living area to the left, and right in front was his own liquor bar, which he walked over to immediately after pulling out a seat for you to take. Behind it was a beautiful aquarium, large enough to fill up the whole wall. Walking over to it, watching the fish move around the corals and seaweed, Jason took out a bottle of champagne and poured both of you a new glass.

“You have quite the exquisite taste.”

“I’m hoping that doesn’t turn you off as much.”

Handing you a glass, you clinked it against his and sipped. “Your charm makes up for it. I take it you weren’t born with a silver spoon up your ass?”

He laughed. “No. Glad you should mention that. I grew up in the streets, in fact.”

“You and I both.”

Another lipstick stain on the rim of your glass, and your eyes still on the fish of the aquarium. He had to stop staring so much.

“Where’s your next performance?”

“I’m not so sure yet. Our manager usually tells us of our performances on the day.”

“Call me. I’d love to watch you again.”

Smiling as you walked over to the liquor bar’s stool, Jason put his arm on the bar’s surface. “Why me?”

He was flustered. “Well, other than the fact that your beauty absolutely captivates me, red happens to be my favorite color.”

“A way with words, you have, Jason Todd.”

You both placed your empty glasses on the table, and Jason started to put his face nearer to yours, leaning towards you from the other side of the bar. You were pushing your ass out, leaning towards him in turn. With a brush of his fingers against your cheek, you bit your lips.

“May I take another step at convincing you over that date?”

“Take as many measures as you want.”

You were first to lean in to his lips, and you were warm, so soft, and incredibly addicting. That rosy smell was now mixed with the faint remnants of champagne. He breathed in, walking over to your side at the table so he could roam his hands around your hair, your neck, your waist. He stopped, and you went on to kiss his neck, and he leaned over to push on the lever under your seat so you’d be elevated up to his height. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him again and you felt his hand snake up your thigh.

“You sure those-“ you breathed. “-socialites downstairs wouldn’t mind?”

“I don’t care.” He smiled at you. Jason took off his suit jacket and you worked him off his tie. His red dress shirt was a shade lighter than your dress, and all you could think about were the thick muscles he had on under his clothes, how huge he was compared to any other man you’ve ever been with. Your hands on his face, you spread your legs so he could settle himself between them.

Shit, this was hot. Your heavy breaths, your gasps, the slight mewl when he’d bite into your neck, he lifted you up on your thighs and carried you to the other side of the liquor bar. Now sitting taller than him, he could nip at your chest easily, biting into your collarbone. Your legs were hooked around his waist and with neither of you fixing the straps of your dress falling down your shoulder, you moaned in delight when his hands squeezed onto your thighs.

With your help, he fiddled with his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, never leaving your lips while he was at it. Hiking your dress up to your waist, he groaned when your hand suddenly started to pump his length.

“You really got it all, Mr. Todd,” you winked.

“Like what you see?”

“Yes, sir.”

He swore his dick twitched.

Then he started attacking your neck, the top of your breast. He pushed your dress down so he could bite into the skin of your now exposed breasts. Of course you weren’t wearing a bra. He didn’t know what he expected. Eyes closed shut, moaning even louder, he tipped over a few glasses when he leaned his weight over you. Your legs were in the air, and you were holding onto him so you wouldn’t fall off.

Kneeling down, your fingers locked onto his hair, Jason looked up at you as he pushed you further toward the edge of the surface, your exposed ass cold against the bar. He kneaded your thighs, so skillfully well you could probably cum just as that, then the cheeky bastard started biting at the hem of your stockings.

Smiling down at him, you watched him pull them down your legs with his teeth, before he’d traced his burning hot tongue up the skin of your inner thighs. Your thongs were thin enough for him to know you’d feel his breath if he ghosted his mouth over you, so that was exactly what he did. And watching your reactions, and the way you pulled even tighter into his hair, he stood back up to pull your lips back to his.

You bit at his lip, feeling the tip of his warm cock play with your folds.

And when he’d slid inside you, your nails raked onto his back, nevermind his shirt to protect him. You weren’t so shy anymore when you suddenly tore his shirt open, the buttons flying to whatever direction to the ground. Smiling as he thrusted inside you, your nails traced the outlines of his abs. So fucking hot…

He probably heard another glass break, but he didn’t care. Jason picked you up once again, turned around, then pushed your back flat against the aquarium’s glass. The fish were frantically swimming around in panic, especially when he started pounding against you and the window shook in loud thuds. You screamed, and with a bite onto your neck, the tip of his cock hit that side of your tight walls clenching around him to hard, he wanted to break the glass.

He moaned into your ear, effortlessly keeping you up with his hands on your thighs. He thrusted into you, gaining speed the more you screamed and moaned his name. He caught your lips, bit onto them even when he didn’t want you to be quiet. This was fucking hotter than anything he’s ever experienced.

And he didn’t want this to end so quickly. Not with you. Something to captivating within you made him want to take his sweet time, enjoy your body he was lucky enough to have at the first night. He didn’t want this to be just for tonight, no. He wanted you to come back, to make you feel so good you’ll have to say yes to that date. So he lifted you up once again, his cock still lodged inside you, and he carried you into bed.

Fuck, you were so hot splayed out on his bed like that, your thighs drenched and your hair a mess. Jason took his dress shirt off, throwing it to the floor, then he helped you slide off of your dress, your thongs, your stockings, and fucking hell, you were beautiful.

Jason took off his pants, and before you could pull him in, he leaned over to the side of the bed and pressed on two buttons. One of them dimmed the lights to a sexy, seductive red glare, and the other put on some music. Some slow rap song he didn’t have the liberty of choosing, and it made you giggle. You obviously didn’t want him fiddling around with more buttons, so you pulled onto his shoulders and hooked both your legs around him.

Moaning, your hands gripping onto the sheets, Jason kissed your breasts and midriff so breathily slow that it made you a writhing mess. He leaned over to your cunt, breathing against it to make you jolt, then he lapped his tongue over you so gently your back arched high up to the air. He inserted a finger, then another, and you were screaming his name over and over, shaking each time he thrusted inside you. “Fuck,” he moaned, before lapping at your clit with the tip of his tongue.

Yes. Moan. Scream. Twitch at his touch. Just watching you would’ve been enough to get him off. The lights, the room, the music, it was all perfect. “Is that a yes on that date now?”

“If you don’t continue fucking me right now, I might never call you.”

He laughed and went back up to your lips, grinding against you so deliciously slow, his shaft grazing up your cunt, he held onto you as you jolted up. Suddenly, he flipped you over, and you squealed as he held your ass up, licking his fingers as he played with your pussy. You buried your head against the soft pillows and moaned as he slid back inside you, hands roughly gripping onto your hips.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!!!” you screamed, and with his arm holding onto your shoulders, he held you up, keeping that sexy arch of your back intact with his other hand, and with your head falling to his shoulder, he pulled you up for a kiss. Hands all over your breasts, skin so flustered and over stimulated, you felt burning. Jason bit your lip too hard when he felt your already tight pussy clench around him. Forehead against yours, he looked right into your eyes and snapped his hips into your ass, making you shriek.

“Fuck! Do that again, sir!”

Fucking hell.

He did it again. And again. And again and again.

He’s never been so intimate with a stranger, never took so much time to make them feel good. And even when he’d just met you, something didn’t want him to make this a single night of quick, meaningless sex to keep him going through the day. Something wanted him to make this more than that.

So he kissed you, long and hard. And with your limbs trembling and shaking hard enough to make you fall, he held you up, holding himself back from the immense pain and pleasure that went with you clenching so hard around him, he hissed and gave in.

He came, and you both fell to the bed, his chest pressed against your back, he sloppily kept up with his thrusts and rode out his high. He shuddered, spilling so much of his load inside you. Fuck, this was too good for him. He kissed your shoulders, your back, then your cheek. You looked amazing, and undoubtably grateful. Jason turned you around, legs around his body, and kept kissing you all throughout the night.

Fucking a stranger, sure. But making love to one? Not exactly what people would have in mind. But somehow, with you, nothing has ever felt better. Nothing felt so right.

And eventually, when the ripe beginnings of sunshine had met his window, you kissed him once again before walking back over to pick your clothes from the ground. “My phone’s over there,” you pointed to your purse. “Give me your number.”

Pinching your butt cheek, Jason took your phone. He then gave you his and you put your number with a little heart next to your name.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a night like that with someone I barely know.”

“Neither have I.”

Smiling, and with your clothes back on, you leaned over to him and kissed him, before walking out of the room. Biting the inside of his gums, he put on his clothes, walked over to the liquor bar, then turned over to face the fish.

A push on the remote he had opened the screens behind the aquarium. His hand in his pockets, he watched as the glass unfolded.

“You alright there, Cobblepot?”

“You. Fucking. Tool,” Penguin growled from behind the glass, his clothes and hair a mess. Probably from almost tearing them out from his skin in frustration.

“Shut up. At least I had the decency to shut the glass and the one way mirror. You didn’t see anything.”

The stout man looked absolutely traumatized. “And you just forgot to turn the sounds off?”

“Oh,” he sipped on his wine. “Whoops.”

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