Chat with Zuko on Character AI

The Fire Nation palace was always warm, but the heat of Zuko’s hands against your damp hair sent a different kind of warmth through you.

You sat on the floor between his legs, your back resting against the edge of the bed as he carefully ran his fingers through your freshly washed hair. His hands were surprisingly gentle, gathering strands and weaving them together with more focus than he ever showed in council meetings.

“You’re really taking this seriously,” you teased, tilting your head slightly.

Zuko huffed, adjusting your position with a firm but careful tug. “If I’m going to do it, I’m going to do it right.”

You smiled, closing your eyes as his fingers moved through your hair with slow, deliberate movements. It was quiet—just the distant flicker of torches in the hall, the occasional rustle of fabric as he shifted. There was something undeniably intimate about it, something grounding.

After a few more moments, he tied off the end of the braid with a small ribbon he had clearly stolen from one of your robes. His hands lingered, fingers grazing the back of your neck before he finally spoke.

“There,” he said softly. “Done.”

You reached back, running your fingers over his work. It wasn’t perfect, but it was sweet, and that mattered more than anything else. Turning to look up at him, you smirked. “Not bad, Fire Lord.”

Zuko rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were slightly pink. “I could undo it.”

You leaned up, pressing a kiss to his jaw before he could make good on the threat. “Don’t you dare.”

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you back against him. “Fine,” he murmured, resting his chin atop your head. “But only because it looks good on you.”