Imagine W Zuko

Imagine w Zuko

1010 word count, everyone is 18+ :)

Could you imagine, in book one, Zuko wants to get some information about the avatar or any leads to finding him. So he does some snooping and somehow finds out a girl in the Southern Water Tribe has long ago tied ancestry with the monks. He makes his way across the ocean with his uncle to find this girl, keeping his research a secret because it was his only leverage. He finds her and takes her hostage, brings her aboard the ship and below deck into his quarters. He stays with her for hours, trying to intimidate her in any way he could. She pleads, insists that she doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He can see she’s scared but he feels no remorse. He wouldn’t hurt her, he just needs information. He knows he can handle anything she would try to do to escape so he leaves her untied, but keeps the door locked. He goes up for fresh air every hour or so after getting nowhere with the girl. Iroh insists on letting her go, but Zuko refuses, this girl has to know something, anything. He goes back down with a tray of rice and tea in hand (courtesy of Iroh) to see her sitting on the floor. Zuko sets the food on the table and takes a seat in silence, looking at a map posted and spread wide on the table, he’s going to try a different approach, one his uncle suggested. After some time the girl gets up and takes the tray to the other side of the table. They sit in silence. She tries to intimidate him by bringing up his past. He’s a bit confused on how she knows so much but he cannot let that bother him, he doesn’t answer anything she says. She starts to get angry, she moves further up the table so she’s right across from him, her palms slam the table, trying to get him to crack. But nothing. She huffs and starts questioning his actions, how useless it is, how it was in-futile and a waste of his time. He stands up from the table and walks over to his dresser, she follows close behind. She continued her insults throwing anything at him she could, he turned his face to her and she pointed her finger straight at his nose. But he was quick with his action of grabbing her wrist and turning them to pin her to the wall. She struggles and curses but he stands in front of her holding her steady. He wasn’t going to be pushed around and he had to assert himself. She threw insult after insult, and Zuko could tell this was going nowhere. He let her go and started to walk towards the door, he needed something else, uncle had no clue what he was talking about. She ran after him and grabbed the back of his shirt, he turned around and she started slamming her fists on his chest, calling him names and how awful his actions were. She poses threats and warning to his actions, and he throws them right back. They are nose to nose yelling at each other and somehow things took a turn and got pretty steamy, they don’t remember who started it or how it went so far, but they both ultimately didn’t care, and ended up on the bed, frantically taking off each others clothing looking for a hot release of their frustration.  

Fast forward to book 3, the Gaangs all together at this point. At first it was a bit awkward for the girl and Zuko but they didn’t talk about what happened on the ship that night and went about their time pretending like it never happened, starting anew. The Gaang knew Zuko and the girl had met way prior to them meeting again in this group, but not to the extent that actually happened, and that’s how they planned to keep it. One night at Ember Island, the group goes to a play called Love Amongst the Dragons. Zuko protested but the Gaang wanted to get away. So, they all end up in the theatre, the Girl and Zuko sitting beside one another, Katara and Aang sitting in the row in front of them, and Sokka, Suki, and Toph sitting above them. The play started, and the theatre went quiet, the Gaang was a bit confused on how accurate the play was in the grand scheme of things. But Zuko and the girl went wide-eyed at the scene unfolding in front of them. Two characters, in a dark chamber… surprise, it was Zuko and his prisoner. The group looked intrigued as they didn’t really know anything on how the two met prior. The scene went on in a very dramatic representation of the situation, but overall basically what happened. The two were really hoping for a quick end, but alas, the two characters on stage went quiet, and looked at each other, as the girl and Zuko did in real time in absolute disbelief. Then the two on stage shared a kiss and the curtains closed for that act.

comforting

yeonjun aesthetic - LO$ER au

* SYNOPSIS. love letters begin to appear where yeonjun least expects them, they’ll be in the library or sticking out of his backpack or sometimes in the coffee shop he frequents. he doesn’t know who they’re from, only that they’re signed with a cute little drawing of what he assumes is a daisy.

MASTERLIST

LO$ER - choi yeonjun

* SYNOPSIS. love letters begin to appear where yeonjun least expects them, they’ll be in the library or sticking out of his backpack or sometimes in the coffee shop he frequents. he doesn’t know who they’re from, only that they’re signed with a cute little drawing of what he assumes is a daisy.

» PAIRING. yeonjun x reader , side pairing: soobin x reader

» GENRE. FLUFFY, crack, angst ( you don’t gotta squint ), college au, smau, comfort, coffee shop vibes, pining, fluff no plot really, idiots in love who don’t know they’re in love, kind of strangers to friends to lovers, SLOW BURN, and more.

» WARNING(S). jealousy, alcohol consumption, RUMOR of a “romantic” teacher/student relationship, more to be added.

» FEATURING. yoongi & namjoon ( bts ), hyunjin & changbin ( skz ), wooyoung ( atz ), yeji ( itzy )

» NOTE. even though this is “reader insert” i am treating it as more of an oc that you get to name ( because i suck at names ) - pronouns for y/n are going to be she/her.

» NOTE #2. professor namjoon is in the building , he is going to be y/n’s psych teacher and personal mentor.

» NOTE #3. you already know that yoongi is going to be the lead producer at the music studio that yeonjun interns at.

» SCHEDULE. every other day <3

* TAGLIST CLOSED !! *

extras;

teaser // playlist // coffee shop aesthetic // yeonjun’s aesthetic // LO$ERS groupchat aesthetic // y/n’s aesthetic // SK8TERS groupchat aesthetic // …

masterlist;

LO$ERS 💔 ( y/n’s friends )

SK8TERS 🛹 ( yeonjun’s friends )

00. intro

01. notes in the courtyard

02. obsession pt. 1

03. subtweeting

04. obsession pt. 2

05. it’s not a date!

06. hint

07. traitor!!

08. favorite boys

09. new girl

10. cake & the enemy

11. spilled coffee

12. platform boots

13. soobin to the rescue

14. anxiety & miso soup

15. heartburn? more like heartache

16. for science!!

17. so, yeonjun?

18. similar situations

19. cuban link 「part 1」

20. my pretty girl 「part 2」

21. i wish you were sober 「part 3」

22. avoiding

23. rotten daisy

24. i’m on your side

25. jealousy, jealousy

26. she blocked me?

27. operation: ynjun

28. telling someone the truth

29. my heart hurts

30. talk to namjoon

31. RATS

32. i wanna rip her hair out

33. trouble

34. i’ve missed you

35. let me hold you

36. apology

37. you’re a simp

38. who asked who !?!

39. i think imma be sick

40. wedding bells maybe? ( ending )

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Time worth wasting

Akaashi Keiji x reader 

Fluff

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Akaashi Keji didn’t develop crushes. He’s far too busy with school and volleyball to even think about relationships. While handling Bokuto’s frequent mood swings takes up most of his time, he doesn’t get the chance to develop real feelings beyond friendship for someone at this point in his life. However, the deciding factor for the lack of romance in his youth is that Akaashi is far too realistic to believe that one could find real love at seventeen and anything less than that doesn’t interest him. So, when he first saw the girl who got his heartrate to rise with just a look, he shrugged it off, blaming your dashing smile and beautiful exterior for the unwelcome reaction. He was still a human teenage boy after all.

It had been the first training camp in Tokyo that Karasuno attended. Before their arrival, the hottest topic between some of their teammates was the fact that Karasuno did not only have a hot manager, but they were also accompanied by their co-coach’s cousin, who was no other than y/n y/l/n, current number one wing spiker in the Japanese Women’s Volleyball Youth League. He heard that you were taking frequent breaks from training with your team due to health issues and agreed to help out the Karasuno volleyball club in order to stay in shape for your eventual comeback.

Of course, Akaashi knew you. You’ve been known throughout your whole High School Volleyball Career, as you transferred from an American High School when your parents moved to Japan. The school that you went to was a local Tokyo High School, the Okamisawa. He never met you in person, but during the spring tourney in the previous year, Akaashi had seen you play. Your form and your technique were impressive. It was clear to see that you played on a whole different level than any of the girls and maybe most of the boys your age. You transformed every ball that was set to you into a lethal weapon, while elegantly scheming your way around any defense tactics the opposing team had and not allowing yours to break. He admired you, that was for sure and that day he saw you play he couldn’t help but imagine how it would be to play on your team, to guide the ball into your delicate yet dangerous hands. Usually, the setter is the one to control the game play, however in your case, it seemed as if you were the sovereign your teammates followed, as if each ball was served on a silver platter, trusting that the queen would lead her people. That was the first time that Akaashi longed to look at someone, to be close to someone. Even though your grace was intimidating, he couldn’t help but wish for more. Naturally, he didn’t think that this was qualified as a first spark that could ignite feelings he’d never felt before. When they left the gymnasium in Tokyo that day, you left an impression, but little did he know that this seemingly insignificant admiration would be the cause of something similar to a butterfly effect.

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When Karasuno finally arrived, they were received by Nekoma’s coaches and captain. They were given some time to settle in and were then shown around the gym. That was when Akaashi saw you. He knew that you were a big presence, but he was not prepared to be taken aback by your effortless yet graceful appearance once again. Trying to focus on keeping up his usual cool demeanor, he couldn’t help but steal a few glances in your direction which thankfully went unnoticed as everyone else was already staring shamelessly. He made it a point to try his best and control his behavior around you, as he was sure you didn’t need a full gym of men gawking after you that whole weekend. As all the teams’ head coaches introduced themselves to you, Akaashi couldn’t help but notice how each time Kuroo was leading you, staying by your side when he didn’t have to play. It seemed that he was not the only one to wonder as Bokuto excitedly asked Nekoma’s captain during individual practice: “How do you know THE y/n y/l/n?” Kuroo shrugged and said nonchalantly: “Oh I forget that she’s a celebrity. Her mom and my mom were best friends, and we spent most summers together when she came to Tokyo ever since we were kids.”

“No fair! I want to be that close to her, she’s so hot.”, Bokuto whinnied. Kuroo smirked and glanced at him darkly: “Never say that in front of her. She doesn’t like to be reduced to it.” Akaashi dared to voice one of his thoughts: “Isn’t it intimidating being friends with her?” Kuroo looked up and explained proudly: “y/n is the coolest. She’s not as full of yourself as people might think and she gives great advice. You get used to her being famous after a while, you realize that she’s just one of us. She can be strict sometimes but she’s always fun to be around. Even Kenma likes talking to her.”

“If I’m that fun to be around, why not invite me to spike some of your balls?”, a melodic voice coming from the gym entrance interrupted their conversation.

Instantly Kuroo started blushing furiously, realizing that he was caught in an embarrassing moment. “Hey, hey, hey! So, you decided to join the cool crew.”, Bokuto piped shamelessly. You laughed at his words, a sound of airy and soft tones escaping your lips before saying: “I’m just tired of polite conversation and people looking at me as if I had two heads. I knew that wherever Kuroo would be, was the most normal. So, could I join?”

“Let’s go then kitten. You join Akaashi and Konoha. Bokuto, Lev and I will go up against you”, Kuroo said to your which made You blush a little at the mention of your old nickname. You went up to the Fukurodani players and said with a smile: “Hope that’s okay for you.”

“Sure, that’s no problem.”, Akaashi replied trying to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible. The look Kuroo and Konoha gave him made him realize that he was trying a little too hard which made him seem out of character. He made a mental note to relax and hoped that no one would bring his forced behavior up at dinner. The first ball was served by Lev, which Konoha bumped with ease, sending it to Akaashi.

This was it, something Akaashi had written off as wishful thinking was about to happen. He suddenly thought back to the game he watched a year ago, how Okamisawa’s setter put the ball up high and close to the net. Before he registered it, his body moved as of its own free will as he watched you jump, your back arched elegantly and your arm swinging abruptly to hit the ball angling it in the opposite direction of where the three tallest people of the whole gym tried to block you. Your wicked cut shot seemed so effortless, that everyone had to take a moment and realize what just happened. “That was a very nice set. You put it up the way I like it best.”, You said smiling at Akaashi. Forgetting himself, he immediately started blushing, stuttering his thanks. Now even Bokuto and Lev stared at his unusual response, making him curse in his head. He’s never going to hear the end of this.

For the rest of the short game, the only things Akaashi said were the last names of his current teammates. They cut of the set at 15 to 11 as it was getting late, and they were told to get something to eat at the cafeteria before it closes. When they left the gym, you turned to the setter and his teammates saying: “That was a good game, thank you for letting me join. But please, just call me y/n from now on.” Bokuto’s eyes started sparkling and he kept on going about how you hit perfect balls each time even if he set it up for you. “You and Akaashi had great chemistry from the get-go, that almost made me jealous to be honest.”, he pouted which once again stole a laugh out of you. You nodded and said: “That seems to be a talent of his, synching up to new people that quickly.” Kuroo shook his head and smirked: “I don’t think so, it’s just you I guess.” Akaashi was glad that it was already dark outside, and his red cheeks were camouflaged by the lack of contrast as he said: “You kept hitting each ball flawlessly, I believe it had nothing to do with my setting.” You turned to look at him and said in a serious tone: “Don’t play yourself down like that. You’re good. Own it.”

At dinner you joined Karasuno, sitting down next to Sugawara listening to him as he was talking about how their training went. He asked you where you went during solitary practice and you explained that you played a small three-against-three match with Kuroo and the others.

On the other side of the cafeteria, Kuroo sat down in front of Bokuto, with Yaku joining him. They sat in silence for a few moments, which developed into an awkward contest between Kuroo staring and Akaashi avoiding his gaze. “Why so shy Akaashi?”, Bokuto called out clapping on his back. “Oh man, did I miss something? This half-staring contest seems way too intense.”, Yaku said nervously. Kuroo started smirking his signature half-smile and explained: “I believe someone has developed a crush.” Akaashi felt the heat rising to his face and started stuttering: “I did not, I just got flustered playing with one of the top players in Japan. Nothing else.” Bokuto put his hand up to his chin, thinking: “But you already do that on a daily basis Akaashi, and you never get flustered around me.” Now Konoha was chuckling and said: “Last time I checked, you don’t qualify as being a beautiful woman.” Bokuto seemed to take this comment as an insult, as he complained: “But I am beautiful, am I not Akaashi?” The setter sighed and said: “Yes you are Bokuto, the most beautiful.” The ace nodded solemnly at the assurance and then continued: “But I understand your admiration for y/n-san. She is impressive.” Konoha laughed out loud: “If I didn’t know for sure that Akaashi didn’t develop crushes, I would honestly have thought he might have fallen in love with her. I mean who could blame him, just look at her.” At his words, everyone within earshot turned to look in the direction where you were chatting with Ennoshita, laughing, and smiling sweetly, brushing your hair behind your ear.

They seemed to stare for a little too long when Yaku finally interrupted their daydream: “What do you mean with ‘Akaashi doesn’t develop crushes? I mean everybody does.” Konoha shook his head and said: “Akaashi rejects every girl that tries to get close to him or he simply doesn’t notice. It’s just his thing.” “You make it sound as if girls come up to me confessing on a regular basis. I just don’t have time to think about this stuff right now. Could we now please stop talking about me and my supposed feelings, I’m not some kind of entertainment.” Kuroo smirked and said: “Alright, but if you ever decide to act up on this ‘I was just flustered, not really a crush’, let me know. I might be able to help.”

“That’s never going to happen. Thanks, but no thanks.”, Akaashi said coldly.

Omg your domestic Shoto imagine killed me 🥺 plus it gave me an idea. So you know how Shoto is a touch starved baby boy/loves attention by his love, but what if he son is also? So it’s husband!Shoto and his toddler working together as a perfect pair to get cuddles and attention from the wife!mom!reader? I hope this made sense

I’m such a sucker for fluffy content that I needed to answer this request. But I hope you forgive me for changing it slightly, I just love the headcanon of Shoto having twins that resemble his appearance and personality 🥺

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Tooth rotting fluff for the pro hero Shoto, reader as his wife, and the cutest little beans my brain could come up with

You dragged your feet back into your office, throwing your gloves on your desk and collapsing exhausted into your chair. You were heaving, sweat still trickling down your forehead as you stared at the ceiling, waiting for the adrenalin to dissolve from your veins. The villain you chased was more agile than you anticipated and so you found yourself nearly running for a whole hour until you finally managed to corner him in an alley far from the place you were supposed to capture him. And so you had to wait even longer until the police arrived, taking the villain from you, excuses for being late washed away with a flick of your hand.

The whole last week has been like that, nothing seemed to work in your favour as every day something else went wrong, starting with a load of wrongly filled reports you had to rework all by yourself and ending today with this horribly planned capture mission.

You huffed and took a look at the clock hanging on the wall opposite you and as you realized what time it was you groaned. Shoto would have your head for being late again leaving him alone with the kids. You felt sorry as you thought about your husband. This week was his first longer break for months and now he had to keep up with your alternating schedule and two four-year-old boys probably occupying every little spare minute he could offer.

As you thought about your twins you couldn’t help the small smile spreading on your lips. You loved them, but you knew for sure how hard it could be to handle them. Not necessarily Yukio, but your energetic firstborn Koichi was an unstoppable force if he had set his mind on something. The idea of you Yukio watching calmly, clutching his plushie of your husband in his small hands as Shoto ran through your apartment, chasing after your red-haired fireball made you laugh happily. You couldn’t wait to come home and spend a nice weekend with your little chaotic family. But until that, you had to finish the last reports.

With a sigh, you stretched your aching limbs and fetched the reports resting at the edge of your desk. The sooner you started the sooner you would be able to leave work and fully enjoy some time with your loved ones.

Or so you thought.

You were already preparing the completion certificate for Deku who would take over your shift in a few minutes when an emergency call made you jump to your feet. Sadly you left behind the hope for a relaxing evening, putting your gloves back on, and hastily made your way to the supposed destination.

In the meantime, Shoto had arrived back, both of his sons holding one of his hands as they walked to your home. As usual, Koichi would blast about every little detail from the time at the daycare while Yukio only spoke up when he felt the urgent need to, content with letting his brother take the lead.

“And then Yukio built little snowmen for the whole group! He was so cool!” The red-haired explained with a wide grin and a cheerful glint in his eyes. Shoto was proud of how his son was so supportive of his shy brother, cheering and praising him whenever possible. “Oh really? I’m impressed.” The pro hero said and made the white-haired boy at his side blush at the praise. Yukio’s personality matched more with his own, while his livelier twin came more after you.

While he listened to the talking of his boys, nodding now and then he remembered the moment in the hospital, when he held them in his arms for the first time. Your beautiful smile was everything to him as he held the little beans in his arms, showing them to you since you were too exhausted from giving birth to them mere minutes ago.

You cried tears of joy, fully lost in your little family. This was everything that both of you had dreamed of and you were looking forward to seeing them grow up, learning what a beautiful world was waiting for them.

A weak tug at his sleeve ripped Shoto from his daydreaming. “Dad, open the door please?” Yukio looked at him with big and warm grey eyes, which came from Reis’s side of the family. If he was honest both of the twins had inherited most of their features from the Todorokis, it was like he had split up and was looking at versions of his mother and father disguised as him.

Shoto feared one of the twins would look like his father, he feared that he might project his childhood trauma onto his son, with his red hair and clear turquoise eyes, but his worry was washed away when the nurse had put Koichi in his arms. He instantly fell in love with the small being, his chubby cheeks, and how he had clutched his finger in those short little digits, not even able to fully wrap around his own. And of course, he loved Yukio just as much with his silky white strands, his face as round as yours. There hadn’t been a day since that he wasn’t thankful you gifted him such a wonderful family.

“Dad!” The boys shouted in unison, and he snapped out of his dreaming again, fishing for the keys in his pockets. “Sorry, I will hurry.” He excused and turned the keys in the lock until the door sprang open the boys dashed inside immediately, only to turn back a few seconds later with a saddened expression. “Mommy is not home,” Koichi said and grabbed his brother’s hand for emotional support. Seeing how your shoes were missing in the entryway you probably were still at work. He knew how stressful the job as a pro hero was, but still, he understood his children’s reaction, feeling a slight down himself at the realization you weren’t already there.

But as a father his heart couldn’t take to seeing his little beans sad like that and he kneeled to them, wiping a tiny tear from Yukio’s eye. “How about we play something until mom comes home? I’m sure she shouldn’t take too long.”

Soon he concluded that it wasn’t the best idea to lure the twins on like that. He was watching the clock growing worried with each hour you weren’t stepping through the front door. The twins had fallen asleep on the sofa after he played with them for hours, their cute little snores making him sleepy too. He forced himself to stay awake, combing through red and white strands and staring into the living room, a bit colder than usual without your presence.

Another hour later Shoto felt warm fingers caressing his cheek and his eyes snapped open, revealing your tiredly smiling expression to his foggy mind. “Your late”, he stated and lifted himself from the softness of the sofa cushions. “I’m sorry, there was an emergency right at the end of my shift”, you excused your late arrival and took a blanket from the sofa, gently tugging your boys under the soft fabric and stroking their cheeks as you did with your husband.

Your heart swelled with their adorable appearance and how they were holding onto each other in their slumber, snoring lightly. You felt bad for coming way too late and therefore spending less time than anticipated with your family, you knew how they had missed you this whole week.

Speaking of which your husband reached out and encircled your waist, drawing you closer until he could lean his head on your stomach a satisfied breath leaving his lungs. “Your home now, that’s everything that matters.” You thought you heard him purring and a small laugh escaped your mouth at his cute behavior. He hadn’t changed since you graduated from U.A. together. He was still the touch-starved, gentle soul you have loved for so long it felt like ages. Giving in a bit you let your fingers glide through his dual-colored hair, brushing the little knots from the silky strands.

You had to admit that you missed him too, but soon you needed to interrupt this moment, remembering the chores you had to do. When Shoto noticed how you drew back from his embrace he growled, trying to tug you back again but you wiggled from his strong arms. “Relax a bit more while I’ll do the laundry and start cooking. You probably hadn’t the time to do so with our two little balls of joy over there.”

He tried to protest, but the sleepiness still lingering in his body made it hard to keep up with how fast you had retreaded to the bathroom. Shoto pouted as he stared at the spot you were standing mere seconds ago. He knew you preferred to finish all the work before you gave yourself some relaxation time and he loved you for your determination to fulfill your duties, but right now he was annoyed. He missed you and just wanted to have you in his arms since this whole week neither he nor the boys were able to spend some quality time with you.

Seeing how desperately they clung to each other, trying to use the other as a replacement for your loving arms he grumbled, a plan forming in his head. Shoto respected your schedule but desperate circumstances called for desperate measures and so he shook his twins gently awake, a mischievous glint in his heterochromatic eyes.

Your small humming sounding from the bathroom reassured the father and his two accomplices that you were still occupied with the laundry. Giving an approving nod to his children Shoto retreated to the living room, signaling his boys to start the operation.

You were focused on your chores when you heard the padding of your children’s footsteps drawing closer to you. Turning around you expected them to look sleepy and fall directly into your arms, but the sight in front of you made you laugh with confusion. Yukio and Koichi were facing you with an unreadable glint in their eyes, but the fact that they changed into their little costumes modeled after your husband’s hero costume you kneeled to them, giving them a soft pet on their head.

“What are my little pros up to? Saving a civilian in need?” You smiled at their quick nodding. “Daddy needs help!” Koichi blurted followed suit by the calmer voice of his brother. “He fell in the living room.” Yukio pointed in the direction with one and tugged your sleeve with the other hand.

In an instant, your inside twisted with worry and you jumped to your feet, hurrying into your living room with big strides. As you stepped into the spacious area your heart skipped a beat at the sight of your husband lying motionless on the ground, dual-colored hair splayed on the carpet. You dropped to your knees, turning his larger form carefully and inspecting his head for any injuries.

Asking yourself what happened, and you hadn’t heard him falling over made you tremble, but the realization that there was no visible wound on his head or body relieved most of the tension cursing through your veins. You let out a shaky breath and scooted closer, putting Shoto’s head in your lap and cupping his face in your palms, drawing soft circles on his cheeks.

The stress dissipated at the sight of his chest rising and falling in even breaths. You nearly had a heart attack with the look of worry your boys had given you and the fear something had happened to your beloved while you were sorting through piles of dirty clothes.

Remembering they were probably watching this scene unfold you turned your head in their direction, reassuring them their father was fine. What you didn’t expect were their tense stances, ready to pounce at you. Before you could ask what was going on, Shoto’s eyes shot open and he turned in your lap, caging your waist in his strong grip. “Now get her!” His voice commanded and immediately the twins sprung forward, tackling you and your husband to the ground.

“Good work heroes and now don’t let the villain escape!” Shoto continued and your brows knitted in confusion at the term villain, but they didn’t give you a second to think before you felt small fingers tickling your sides while Shoto pinned you to the ground with his weight. The overwhelming sensation had you wheezing in seconds, bright laughter erupting from your body as your children continued to tickle your stomach and waist, they and Shoto grinning as they saw you so carefree.

“Villains need to be punished! Prepare for our justice!” Koichi exclaimed and sped up his movements, making you cry with happy tears. You weren’t able to stop them, lost in their play and the fun you had despite the aching of your stomach from your continuous laughter.

Shoto looked at you and your bright grin, laying helplessly on the ground while the boys kept on with their assault. His heart fluttered seeing your expression and the redness in your cheeks, happy tears running down your face. That was what he longed for. Just your little family, doing some cheesy playing and enjoying your time together. But after noticing how you started coughing from exhaustion, he sat down next to you. “I think that’s enough for now. Let mommy take a breath.” He grabbed Koichi and pulled him into his lap, keeping him from barging in again while Yukio rolled down next to his mother facing up at the ceiling like she was.

Grateful for the break you tried to calm down, taking some deep breaths and looking up at your husband with your son in his lap, both of them smiling at your disheveled form. “What villainous thing made me deserve such a punishment?” You asked and huffed playfully, gaining a judging glare from your red-haired boy. “You were late and left without cuddles!” He accused you and crossed his arms, reminding you of Shoto when he was pouting.

You sighed and gave him the most apologetic smile you could offer. “I’m sorry, my little fireball. But mommy had an emergency mission.” Koichi considered your answer and looked questioningly up to his father who gave him an approving nod. A look in your husband’s eyes told you he too was unhappy that you weren’t on time, but of course, he understood the urgency of the call.

You rolled on your side to face your other child who had been quiet since they stopped tickling you. “Would the kind heroes forgive my misbehavior? I promise to make it up to you”, you offered and opened your arms for Yukio to scoot closer. He considered your words for a moment, but his warm grey eyes soon softened and he quickly shifted, arms and legs thrown around your upper body as the small bean hid his face in your chest. “I’ll forgive you, mommy.” He mumbled and you placed your head on his chin, combing your fingers through the soft white strands.

Shoto smiled at the way you embraced your son, the sight in front of him making his heart flutter with fuzziness and pure unconditional love for his little family displayed by the handsome smile on his lips. Then he felt how the boy in his arms squirmed and jumped on top of you, turning you on your back with the force of his impact. “Unfair! I want to cuddle mommy too!”, and with that, he laid down, tugging his head on your stomach with a cute little pout on his lips.

You laughed at the way Shoto started to pout at being the only one left out, so you motioned for him with a wink to join your love cuddle pile and he made sure to follow the invitation in an instant. His big arms pulled you and the twins closer, ultimately sheltering you with his gentle warmth.

You turned to look at your husband with a questioning glint in your eye. “And you? Might the famous pro hero Shoto forgive his poor wife for her wrongdoing?” You asked with a guilty look, putting up your best pitiful face. Shoto hummed and pretended to think about your suggestion what you made you blink at him. Then you found his index and middle finger tilting up your chin, your noses nearly touching. “I might consider it if you give me a nice kiss, showing that you are truly sorry.” He stated and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, exposing the soft blush adorning your cheeks.

“As you wish, my hero.”

Zuko + (almost) every wardrobe change throughout Avatar the Last Airbender