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How to Care for Your Local Fire Lord; A Memoir by The Palace Staff by RejectsCanon
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender
07 Jul 2020
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“I just wanted to introduce myself. Your uncle had told me his niece had been thinking of applying to work in the gardens, so I thought I would introduce myself.” Fire Lord Zuko was awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck and a slight blush crawled up his cheeks.
Oh my Spirits, Hana thought. Our Fire Lord is adorable.
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5 times the palace staff were protective over their Fire Lord because they all love him to death, and 1 time they had someone else do it.Series
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21 Jul 2026
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on perceptiveness (or lack thereof) by flipthebits
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005)
02 Jan 2026
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Sokka is a man of astute observations and stunning investigational prowess, except for when it comes to one particular person.
Or: Five times Sokka assumes Zuko is ignoring him, and the one time he finally realizes, after a love confession nearly goes awry, that Zuko is deaf and blind on his scarred side.
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20 Jul 2026
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Years on from Bandee, part of him was still scared of how Ryan made him feel. The things he made him want. Maybe he'd never be able to let go of that fear entirely, ruined by what they'd been through in more ways than a murderous shadow. But tonight there was an ache inside of him like a bruise and Naim needed desperately for it to be pressed.
Naim and Ryan go to a friend's birthday, and Naim lets himself want without fear.
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- Part 2 of i want it to look like you
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Somehow the blonde boy had completely hypnotised him. That was how Naim felt about it, for lack of a better word.
Otherwise he would not be so worked up over the fact it had been nearly two months and he still had not so much as grazed a hand beneath Ryan's waistband.
How absurd was that?
Or, Naim gets to the bottom of why Ryan never lets him get him off.
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07 Jul 2026
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Fingertips coated in wood-dust, Ryan's thumbs slid uselessly across the glass. He squinted against the burst of pain behind his eyes from the sun's reflective glare, swiping his thumb along the bottom of the screen in the general area his muscle memory dictated would give him what he wished. It took a few tries until the call accepted.
"Hello?"
A single ragged sob echoed over the line.
It's been months since either of them have seen the entity.
After a long day, Ryan receives a call.
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- Part 1 of i want it to look like you
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04 Jul 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
On a good run, Ryan could make it from work to home in a little over twenty eight minutes depending on how many other drivers decided to knock off the same time as him. That number could get well into the fifties on bad days. Over an hour if some stupid cunt decided they'd prefer to scroll rather than keep their eyes on the road while going 100. But if he got his work done early and smoothtalked his way into a pre-five-o’clock finish, half an hour. Give or take.
It took Ryan forty six minutes before he was pulling into their street, ribs aching from the relentless battering of his heart. When he hit the curb beside the small lot of yellowed grass housing a single rusted swingset and a patchily-painted dark green bench, Naim was nowhere to be seen.
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Naim's words sucked all of the warmth from the air. The space between them emptied like a vacuum, suffocatingly quiet.That could've happened today, Ryan considered, swallowing his rising nausea. If things had gone differently, he would’ve wandered all night until the police came knocking, hats in their hands and faces grim. Saying his life would be ruined was a laughably inadequate description. It haunted his nightmares, that knock on the door. Because even with the insurmountable grief Ryan’s not sure he could ever overcome, the real curse was that losing Naim wouldn’t even be the end. He’d live a life haunted by it, seeing Naim’s face through every window, around every corner. And he’d be unable to resist it, seeing him and knowing it could touch the way he did, hold him and kiss him with Naim’s gentle hands and Naim’s tender mouth. Even if feeling him again would mean joining Naim in death, Ryan knew he would be unable to resist it forever.
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“How'd you get this?" Ryan murmured.Naim pulled out of his grip. "It wore rings."
That was enough to make him go quiet and watch as Naim abandoned the wound to inspect the bruises encircling his neck. A sudden pressure swelled behind Ryan’s eyes. He blinked away stinging heat, talking through the growing lump in his throat.