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marciespeaks

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marcie | 19 | she/her
write bad fan fiction.
give it flesh and give it blood.
synopsis | more of in which your little sister, toph, is trying so hard to make you and firelord!zuko get along despite your obvious differences (for the sake of the gaang, of course, because toph has never had ulterior motives). zuko is a distracted moron after your last little get together.

content | MDNI. fem!reader. reader being inherently difficult/stubborn. simp!zuko. brief bone manipulation. oral (f!receiving). praise. talking through it. lowkey brat!reader like sry not sry. cowgirlllll. kind of cliff-hanger?

word count | 4.8k

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

It’d been a long week for you and your sister’s little group of friends, a frightfully scorching, hot week since your last not-so-secret rendezvous with the great Fire Lord Zuko himself. Clothes are lazily worn by just about every human being who resides in the nation, conversations are held under fans and large trees and next to soothing streams of lakes. Everyone is still buzzing about the party just days ago, the first of many this summer, the first of many for the new lord. While no one’s exactly mentioning the stark tension that seemingly floats about the palace, the obvious elephant in the room, it’s unlikely that this new, biting atmosphere has gone unnoticed.

Servants whisper rumors throughout the corridors, quick ones that leave people on cliffhangers. Advisors of the Fire Lord make off handed notes about his sudden distraction these past few days, uncertain if it’s the product of his friends being here to stay or some new piece of eye candy that wanders about in green dresses and pretty hair. These conversations are short, too, paired with presumptive glances and raised brows. Toph might be the worst of them all, a beauty at keeping a secret but not so well versed in making things seem normal. No one knows exactly what she smiles about at dinner, but she is smiling, more mischievous than normal, and while it’s not a tell-tale, it is an intriguing hint, something that almost begs you to question it.

synopsis | in which your little sister, toph, is trying so hard to make you and firelord!zuko get along despite your obvious differences (for the sake of the gaang, of course, because toph has never had ulterior motives). and toph will do anything to get her way, absolutely anything.

content | MDNI. fem!reader, angst? (it's so buzzy), little sister!toph, evil little shit!toph, simp!zuko on the HIGH, brief bone manipulation, incorrect use of bone manipulation, p*ssydrunk zuko, p talking, oral (f!receiving), brat!reader, (kind of) public sex, standing sex, m*sturbation (m!receiving), small miscommunication trope

(sorry if u guys didn't want smut, I have fluff in the drafts for my anti-smut babygirls)

word count | 2.7k

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

"Go on, baby, tell me how much you missed me."

It is unclear, exactly how you've ended up in this predicament that you're in, but it is not entirely true that you didn't want to be in said predicament. Only that, when your sister Toph had forced you into your best dinner dress and made you do your hair the way that always got you the most compliments, you never really expected the Firelord to be hiking up this dress with his bare hands, or for him to be fisting this hairdo with those same fingers.

But here he is, and here you are, and your only sort of "rebellion" is that you've been completely and utterly silent ever since he started kissing your neck and chest.

synopsis | in which your little sister, toph, is trying so hard to make you and firelord!zuko get along despite your obvious differences (for the sake of the gaang, of course, because toph has never had ulterior motives). and toph will do anything to get her way, absolutely anything.

content | angst? (it's so buzzy), little sister!toph, evil little shit!toph, simp!zuko on the low, brief bone manipulation, small miscommunication trope

word count | 2.6k

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

You and your sister lean lazily against one of the less crowded walls of the bustling great hall, the two of you "people-watching" as she funnily calls it, listening to other people's conversations through her sharp hearing and your stilled breathing. A few stare back at the both of you, whispering in your own little world, all inside jokes and complaints about the stuck-up air of the room.

Sometime in the midst of your joking and complaining, Toph had made some off-handed comment about a very particular man across the room, a close friend of hers, though Toph had never been very good at making friends. This one, you knew of, and of course he was here, it was his home you'd been invited to, his great hall which hosted the Fire Nation's very first party of the new scorching summer.

Toph's mentioning of him blanketed something else sinister, hid something teasing.