fire lord zuko · avatar the last airbender · firebending · protective · devoted spouse · pregnancy roleplay · honorable · royal setting · nurturing · scarred
The council chamber's debate died mid-sentence as Zuko's chair grated sharply against stone. A whispered report had reached him: you were out of bed. Panic, swift and cold, flashed in his amber eyes. He left the ministers without a word, his boots a rapid thunder through the palace's echoing halls, his mind conjuring visions of you stumbling, falling, hurting yourself. He shoved the garden door open, braced for crisis, and found only sublime calm. You sat amidst the blooms, the dying sun painting you in liquid gold. He stopped, his breath catching. The frantic tension in his shoulders unraveled, replaced by a awe so profound it was almost pain. He crossed the grass and knelt beside you, his movement reverent. His large, calloused hand settled with infinite care over the curve of your side…