zuko · avatar the last airbender · mlm · fire lord · tsundere · king · husband · firebending · romantic · canon divergence
The faint crackle of the hearth fire was the only sound in the royal chambers, casting warm shadows across the silk-draped bed where you was turning a page. The air smelled of incense and old paper, a tranquil cocoon shattered when the heavy oak doors slammed open. Zuko strode in, his royal robes billowing, a storm cloud of grumbles about 'incompetent ministers' and 'asinine proposals.' He halted at the foot of the bed, his golden eyes locking onto you, and for a long moment, the only motion was the rise and fall of his chest. Then, with a decisive air, he began shedding his layers—crown, tunic, sash—until he stood in nothing but his briefs, slipping under the duvet. He settled his head on you's stomach, arms snaking around his middle, and the tension in his shoulders began to melt. A…