#Zuko: It's a bit of a shithole
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puppetmaster13u · 11 months ago
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I just think they'd be great brothers. Jason and Zuko could be buddies. Pals. Fire-themed bois whose worlds think they're some sort of spirits.
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Both with albatross-inspired wings and extra swords hidden in their mechanical wings alongside built in "bone" blades. Red and Blue.
Swapping between worlds thanks to a portal Tim and them totally didn't build after 3 days of no sleep. Which is thankfully deep in the caves which are like labyrinths. Just in case something comes through that shouldn't. Which is how they now have a frog-squirrel and a group of flutter-bats. Everyone knows the turtle-ducks were purposeful. Damian is at least pleased and honestly who wouldn't like butterfly-moth-bat things.
Honestly the mechanical wings and tails and all that probably had to be altered for Zuko. Partly to allow for him to continue fire-bending and partly because his anatomy is probably slightly different since well, different worlds.
Which, even if he prefers his swords, Zuko probably starts making a really unique fire-bending style, seeing as he'd have a pair of wings and a tail that he can control like more pairs of limbs. Definitely looks similar to dancing thanks to combining the batfam's fighting style with the firebending he knows.
Gosh I am so tempted to write a lil spinoff crossover between my cryptid batfam story and ATLA. Like you cannot tell me Bruce wouldn't adopt the banished fire prince if he got even the smallest of chances.
Angry traumatized vigilante child? Who gets mistaken for a spirit and creature which is this world's versions of gods and cryptids? He would snatch him up in an instant.
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muertawrites · 4 years ago
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Fireside (Zuko x Reader)
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Word Count: 1,775
Author’s Note: I am so deeply sorry this took so long to post. I don’t know what happened but after Thanksgiving the creative part of my brain completely shut down and all I could do was lay in bed and play video games. But it’s back now so 🎉🎉🎉 happy new year to all of us! 
I got this request a WHILE ago and had written something else for it but after reconsidering, I totally hated it, so this is the rewrite for some cozy, wintery goodness. I also love this idea because I’m constantly cold - my feet and hands are always freezing and even in summer I’ll wear sweaters and hoodies because aircon can get pretty chilly when you have the body temp of your average vampire. 
Now for a little update: in the new year, I’ll be focusing more on original works than fanfiction. I’m still going to finish Two Halves, and I’ll still write fanfiction (because it’s still super fun) but I have so many ideas for original works that are taking over my brain that it seems only fitting to shift that direction. If you’re on my subscriber list and would like to only receive alerts for fanfic, let me know and I’ll add you to a separate list. 
I hope you’re all having a wonderful holiday, taking time to relax and spend time with loved ones, and generally just glad to have survived this shithole of a year. Here’s hoping that 2021 goes better - 2020 set the bar pretty low so it shouldn’t be too hard. 🥂
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Snow was a rare occurrence in the Fire Nation. Summers typically scorched, followed by peaceful autumns and mild winters; a little rainfall was all one typically expected during the colder months in the Imperial City. 
This year, however, was much different. The mountains that bordered the villages and towns throughout the island were white capped under gray skies; streets were slickened by thick layers of ice that settled between cobblestones and creased the panes of windows; bracing breezes swept through landscapes unaccustomed to such unforgiving weather, carrying flurries of snow that bit at cheeks and cloaked the world in a dull ivory veil. Winter came to the Fire Nation seeking a cruel, unwarranted vengeance.
You woke in the middle of the night to find the fire beside your bed had died, leaving your borrowed room in a state of bitter, slicing cold. It wasn't the first time the Firelord’s palace had left you uncomfortably chilled since your arrival for his New Year’s celebrations, as the building was never meant to withstand this type of climate - sweeping ceilings, open breezeways, and tall windows with thin shutters ensured that the cold had its way. Being from the Northern Earth Kingdom, used to sturdy wooden lodges with massive fire pits that could burn an entire tree trunk with one lighting, this strange change of the typical season made you ache for home. 
Knowing there were no matches beside the hearth (given the sheer amount of fire benders that resided in the palace), you gathered up your courage and begrudgingly rolled from your mattress, taking the blankets with and wrapping them tightly around yourself. The walls around you creaked, shifting under the push of moaning winds, as you slipped into the hallway in search of your host. 
You were thankful that Zuko decided to keep his personal wing of the palace confined to a space that was mostly enclosed; the only breezeways in this part of the sprawling estate surrounded its courtyards and gardens, and were blocked by sets of heavy wood doors that shielded the inner parts of the building from being overcome by the elements. As you walked, traipsing through the corridor under your mound of blankets like some sort of shadowy, death-bringing phantom, you passed one of the windows that overlooked the gardens, and found it frosted under heavy white tufts of snow; puffy, clumped flakes whirled down from the sky, falling haphazardly as they escaped the grip of the whipping wind. Even in the relative warmth of the palace, your body shivered thinking of how frigid the air outside must be. 
Because of the abnormal cold, Zuko moved his mattress out of his bedroom and into his sitting room, where a large, decorative fireplace stood nestled into the far wall. You approached his sleeping form with gentle, quiet steps, being careful not to startle him; you lay a hand on his shoulder and he jolted awake, drawing a sharp breath in as he twisted to face you, blinking blearily to make out your features in the dark. 
“What are you doing?” he muttered. 
“I'm cold,” you whispered in response. “My fire went out.” 
Zuko sighed, fixing you with an irked, exhausted expression. 
“Seriously?” he groaned. “This is the third time this week.” 
“It's not my fault nobody has any friggin matches in this place,” you quipped. “And besides, why bring a servant all the way up here when I have one of the world’s greatest fire benders down the hall?”
Zuko huffed, then rolled back over in an attempt to shove you off. 
“There should be more blankets in your closet,” he grumbled. 
“I'm wearing all of them,” you retorted. 
You stood above him, waiting, but got no response. Shivering, and with an exasperated sigh, you pulled back the blankets around him, shuffling between them and nestling into his back; he snapped his head around once more, eyeing you suspiciously. 
“... Isn’t this a little uncomfortable?” he wondered. 
“Not really,” you replied. “We used to do this all the time when we were teenagers.” 
“We haven't done this since we were teenagers.”
You hummed, recalling your time together during the war. Even on the hottest days, your body was cold, your fingers always reasonably corpselike to anyone who happened to touch them - Zuko was one of those unfortunate people, and the lack of circulation in your limbs came as quite a worry to him. Throughout the day, he would take one of your hands in his, heating his palm until your skin took on a more lively temperature. When he noticed how much you layered at night when the air became cooler, he started sleeping nearer to you, eventually curling up around you to keep you warm. After the war, when he got into the habit of visiting you around the winter holidays, you still found yourself seeking him for warmth, tucking your hands into the sleeves of his robes or curling his palm around your icy fingers, finding sanctuary in the way he heated his skin to appease you. While it was true you hadn't slept together since you were younger, you hadn't ever needed to - desperate times called for desperate measures. 
“I should have remembered that you get so grumpy when you're tired,” you teased him, rubbing your feet against his; he hissed, but didn't pull away. 
“You're freezing,” he commented. “I should have remembered you're dead on the inside.” 
You giggled, sighing happily as the familiar heat of his skin warming like a furnace chased the chill from your toes. You slid your feet up along his ankles, causing him to shiver; his body tensed for a moment, then eased into your touch, quickly finding comfort in its familiarity. 
“Aang used to assume we were a couple because of this,” Zuko mumbled. “He still does.” 
“You're just a good friend,” you replied. You nuzzled your face into the broad, solid expanse of his back, breathing in his scent of scorched wood and sea salt. He felt like home. “Good friends don't let their friends freeze to death.” 
Zuko chuckled, taking hold of your hands that lay on his waist and cupping them within his own; he held your knuckles up to his mouth and huffed warm, smokey air onto them, heating them until they no longer felt cold. He tucked them beneath the fabric of his tunic, keeping them tepid between the fabric of his undershirt. 
“Uncle says the same thing,” he mused. “He says we treat each other like lovers, whether we realize it or not.” 
“My neighbors have asked me what my husband does that takes him away for so long out of the year...” you commented, eliciting another breathy laugh from your companion. “But I think I'd know if you were in love with me.” 
Zuko rolled over, turning to face you; his arm latched at your waist, his chest almost pressed to you and your noses grazing each other in the small space of his mattress. You blushed, the color blending with the soft, balmy glow of the low hearth behind him. 
“What makes you think I'm not in love with you?” he wondered. 
You paused, watching the flames flicker over the angular features of his face. Though he was silhouetted, and so close he seemed to envelop all of you, you could make out a tender gleam in his eye; could feel the flutter in his chest as he split it open, tentatively revealing his heart to you. 
“... I'd like to think you would have mentioned it,” you answered after a moment, “but I know you better than that.” 
Zuko grinned; you watched the curve of his cheek as it swelled with the action. 
“I might have mentioned it,” he murmured, his voice lilting with a gentle mirth. “Just not to you.”
“Of course not,” you teased. You mirrored his smile, easing into him as his foot began to stroke against your ankle once more. “Either way, I know you don't love me.” 
“And why is that?” Zuko whispered. 
“Well… you never write to me about anything exciting,” you replied. “You always seem so content to write to me about your thoughts, or what plays you've seen recently, or your conversations with Iroh. You never tell me about the impressive, world-altering Firelord stuff or your incredible exploits as a warrior.” 
Zuko smirked, raising a hand to brush some hair away from your face. His fingers were calloused and lukewarm, tracing over your temple with consideration and care. 
“Why else?” 
“You've never tried to kiss me,” you noted, “or touch me like a lover. You never try to push our boundaries past anything that's comfortable for us. Even right now - I'm laying in your bed, but you refuse to touch me in a way you're unsure of.” 
“Then you don't love me, either,” Zuko added. His body had gravitated flush to yours, your legs braided together under the pile of blankets you'd buried him in. “You only want to sleep with me when you're cold. You could just as easily call a servant for help.” 
“And you only want to keep me warm out of obligation,” you agreed. “It wouldn’t make you look very good if I died of hypothermia on your watch.” 
For a long moment, Zuko gazed at you. You basked in his silence, the easiness of his form so close to yours, the native feeling of his arm around your waist and his breath tickling your cheeks. The fire snapped quietly in its hearth, its flames rising and falling in time with his inhales and exhales. 
“I’ve missed this,” Zuko admitted in a whisper. “Laying with you. I wish we could do it more often.” 
“I’ve missed it, too,” you affirm. “I always used to sleep better with you.” 
“And that’s it?” Zuko teased. 
“That’s it,” you giggled back. 
He chanced a kiss to your forehead, pressing his lips between your brows and letting them linger there, savoring the coolness of your skin. You shut your eyes, giving yourself entirely to his touch. 
“In the new year… do you think we could be lovers?” he asked as he pulled away. 
“... I think your uncle is right,” you murmured. “I think we already are.” 
With a faint, bashful smile, Zuko pulled you closer (if the act were even possible), hugging you tightly to him; you held him close, pressing the whole of your body to his and soaking in his steady, comforting warmth. As the wind howled outside, shaking the flimsy wooden eaves of the feeble shelter around you, you fell asleep in the heat of his fireside, safe in the knowledge that his arms held you. 
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lightdancer1 · 3 years ago
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That said the one person in the Gaang who point blank tells Zuko "No this is a bad idea and fuck you for asking me"
In the 'please bring my sister back' montage is Sokka. Who as the person holding three quarters of the Gaang's collective brain cell takes one look at the letter, figures out quite accurately that a 25 year old Azula living in peace having it interrupted is the exact worst outcome that could happen, especially if they do it, and then tells Zuko this in almost this exact phrasing and tone of voice.
There will also be at least three of them who read the letter and with a wee bit of condescension at times go "Zuko, iroh already said he's going to the Fire Nation to help, so why do we need to bring Azula in at all? If this goes bad, we reserve the right in advance to tell you we told you this when it was foresight."
And Zuko, meanwhile, is too deeply stuck in his guilt to listen to all of this until it's hindsight and resolutely convinced the magic of the Field Trip With Zuko will fix all things.
Of course the irony that none of them predict is that those that do go to Karakorum might have their abilities to persuade people who are done with the bullshit somewhat more limited than they ever bothered to anticipate might be the case. Which then bruises egos in the 'Oh come on, I go thousands of leagues to this shithole and I get told no?' fashion because they never anticipated people would react to the call to adventure Bilbo Baggins style.
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