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fireprunes · 7 years ago

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Aggression

Oh my gosh, I actually finally posted something. Crazy, right? This is one of the prompts for zutara smut week. It’s not the first prompt, smut week is over, and there isn’t even any sex in it. I know, I’m great at following directions. Hope y’all like this Boiling Rock AU anyways!

Zuko was exhausted. As nice as the family reunion between Hakoda and his children was, Zuko hadn’t gotten a good night sleep since before venturing to the Boiling Rock. As the family hugged and cried and caught up, Zuko slipped away, doing his best to leave unnoticed.

He wasted no time falling into bed, practically jumping into it once he entered his room. It wasn’t until his time as a refugee that he realized what a luxury beds were, and from now on he was going to thank the spirits every time he got to sleep in one.

Zuko’s eyes hadn’t been closed a minute when he heard the door to his room open. He opened his good eye to see Katara standing in the doorway. Zuko shot out of bed, surprised by the intrusion. She must have seen him leave and immediately followed him back.

Katara was leaning against the doorframe, her demeanor cold and hard as steel. Normally, Zuko would be afraid seeing her so icy, but her intimidating facade was betrayed by her eyes. The look she gave him was filled with doubt and skepticism. In any normal circumstances, given what he had just done for her, Zuko would’ve thought the surprise visit would be for her to thank him privately for saving her father.

But knowing Katara, and seeing how she was standing there, he doubted this is what she was coming to do.

“Why did you save him?” Katara asked firmly, wasting no time.

If he was honest with himself, Zuko didn’t really know why he did it. There was no one reason. He didn’t go with Sokka because he had some grand motive behind it. He just wanted to help Sokka; he knew Katara’s brother wouldn’t be able to do it alone. He wanted Sokka to trust and rely on him, to know he was no longer the angry person who chased them around the world. He knew that this was important to the Water Tribe siblings, and wanted to help them reunite with a parent who loved them.

“I didn’t save him,” Zuko finally responded. “Your brother was the one who came up with the plan, and the strategy, and was the one who saved him in the end. I was just there to help.”

Katara’s eyes narrowed, obviously not satisfied with that answer. “But why? Why did you help?” Arms crossed, she pushed herself off the wall. She took a step towards him, as if being closer would help her pick out the lie. The doubt Zuko originally saw faded into suspicion.

“When I told your brother about the prison, he was determined to go and find your father.” Katara opened her mouth, probably about to blame Zuko for planting dangerous ideas in Sokka’s head, but he kept going. “There wasn’t anything I could do to change his mind, so I went with him. It would’ve been a suicide mission had he gone alone.”

When Katara struggled to find a response, Zuko kept going. “You know,” he added, annoyed, “Most times when people save other people’s estranged fathers from prison, they get a thank you, not accusations about ulterior motives.”

He knew he shouldn’t be picking a fight with her, his relationship with Katara was the rockiest one he had with all of the group, and he needed to do everything he could to not make it worse. But he was also tired. He wanted nothing more than to just sleep, and he was sick of all of Katara’s attempts to paint him as the person he used to be.

Now, Katara looked downright angry. “Well excuse me for not trusting you to be Mr. Humanitarian,” she shot back bitterly. “I’m just having a hard time believing in your little ‘ally and friend’ act.”

As she spoke, Zuko had a realization. He looked at Katara dumbfounded. She took a small step back, suddenly unsure. “What?” she asked hesitantly.

Zuko took a step closer, now towering over her. “You, do, though, don’t you?”

She raised an eyebrow. “I do what?”

Another step closer. “Believe me. Trust me. You don’t think I’m going to turn on you, do you?”

Katara scoffed, incredulous. “What? Of course I do. Why would you think that?”

“Because,” Zuko explained, “Ever since I was accepted into this group, you’ve been mean to me, but never distrustful of me. Like with Aang. If you really thought I was still on my father’s side, you’d have never let him leave with me, not in a million years. If you really didn’t trust me, you would’ve thought it was an obvious trap for me to get the Avatar alone, capture him, and take him home.”

Katara paled, instantly looking guilty. “That’s ridiculous,” she said weakly, “The situation with Aang was different, I—”

“You don’t like me.” Zuko finished for her. “Despite trusting me, you still don’t like me; you still hate me. With Aang, it was different, because you knew he needed to learn firebending, despite who it was that was teaching him. And when Aang started to consider me a friend, that was fine with you, too. Aang is too friendly for his own good, so of course he’d be nice to me despite how I acted in the past.

“But Sokka is a different story. He’s your brother, and despite what Toph and Aang might think of me, you were able to count on your brother to mindlessly hate me, even though I’ve repented for what I’ve done. But now, he doesn’t hate me. Your brother sees me as a friend, and even worse, your own father likes me too. So I don’t think the issue is that you don’t trust me. The issue is you feel alone, and I’m the reason why.”

Zuko was thankful that Katara wasn’t a firebender, because if she was, his whole room would probably be ablaze by now. In all his time of knowing her, he had never seen Katara this angry or terrifying. “How dare you?” she shouted, loud enough for the entire temple to hear. “You act like you know me, you know my family, but you don’t! And you have the audacity to try to make me feel like my family is against me? Not all of us have horrible families like you, Zuko. You have no right to try and tell me things you know nothing about!”

She stormed towards Zuko, and he fumbled backward, trying to get out of her reach. His room was small, though, and soon his back was up against the wall. Despite him being taller than her, she had risen onto her toes, so her face had come to be closer to eye level with him. Their noses couldn’t have been more than an inch apart.

“You don’t know me at all, Zuko.” She spat, voice barely louder than a whisper, but filled with venom.

Zuko’s heart was beating out of his chest, and his mind was swirling. All he could see in that moment were Katara’s eyes, blue and storming like the ocean before it claimed another ship.

“I know you better than you think I do,” he whispered, barely audible. “I know you better than you’d probably like.”

The waves in her eyes crashed, looking deadly. “Yeah?” she asked, matching his volume. “Prove it.”

Then they collided.

Zuko didn’t know which of them acted first. He didn’t think it really mattered. What mattered was that Katara was kissing him, hard, and he was kissing her back in equal fervor. Everything about their kiss was ravenous, hungry, and rushed.

He was stuck between the wall and Katara’s body. Her hands ran up and down his chest, her fingers latching into his shirt and pulling him even closer. By the way Katara moved her tongue clumsily and impatiently, Zuko could tell she wasn’t very experienced. It didn’t matter to him, though. He didn’t know if it was the high emotions running, or the desperation, but he thought that this was somehow still better than every experienced kiss he had shared with Mai before. Before he had never known, but now he realized that where Mai had experience, she lacked passion. With Katara, her passion more than made up for any technical finesse she lacked.

Katara’s arms wrapped around Zuko’s neck, and as her fingernails scraped against his hairline, Zuko felt himself rising to her passion.

He grabbed the back of her legs and pulled her up, making it so that he was holding her. Her legs twisted together behind his back, and he flipped their position, so it was her against the wall. There was a bed not two feet from them, but he preferred her there, in his arms, solely relying on him for support.

His mouth parted from hers, and he kissed his way down her neck. Her back arched forward in pleasure, her chest now glued to his. As he sucked her collarbone, he rolled his hips into hers, and the moan that escaped her lips was music to his ears.

Zuko felt a sharp pull on his hair and pulled back to look at her. Her lips were slightly swollen, and the ocean in her eyes was still raging, but this time filled with undeniable desire. She unwrapped her legs from his back and hit the ground. Removing her hands from his hair, she slowly reached down to the tie on her dress. Undoing the knot, her dress opened to reveal thin bindings. Zuko nearly lost himself right there. She wanted this. Wanted him. Soon there would be no going back.

He didn’t want to.

Their lips met again, and Zuko drank her in, like a dehydrated man finally getting a cool drink of water. He stopped just long enough to peel his own shirt off of him, throwing it back behind him without a care. As his hands roamed up her muscled stomach, a million questions entered his mind. Is this okay? Do you want this? Katara?

“Katara?”

At the sound of Sokka’s voice, the two shot apart in an instant. He was on the other side of the door, coming closer. Zuko panicked and quickly grabbed his shirt, while Katara looked at him horrified. There was a knock on the door, and without thinking, Zuko pushed Katara against the far wall as the door opened.

Not a moment too soon, either. As soon as her back hit stone, the door opened, concealing her from outside view. “Hey Zuko, have you see—” Sokka stopped when he saw Zuko shirtless, tunic strategically held over his waist. “Oh, dude, sorry, I didn’t realize you were changing. I thought I heard Katara in here.”

From the corner of his eye, Zuko could see Katara mouthing something, but he didn’t dare look at her, not even for a second. “Oh, yeah,” Zuko said slowly, clearing his throat. “She… just left. I don’t know where she went.” Katara closed her eyes, letting out a silent breath of relief.

Sokka frowned slightly. “Damn. Hopefully, she went back to Dad, he was looking for her. That’s why I’m here.” His eyes narrowed slightly at Zuko. “I heard shouting. You guys got pretty loud. I would’ve thought she’d be thanking you for helping bring Dad back.”

Zuko just shrugged, unable to look the brother of the girl he’d almost just slept with in the eyes. Sokka softened. “Look,” he said, “She’ll come around eventually, I promise. I was hoping what you did for us would’ve warmed her up to you but…” Sokka let the sentence die, not knowing the end of his own thought. “I never thought I’d say this, but, you’ve kind of become one of my best friends. If she won’t thank you, I will. Thank you, seriously.” He turned to walk out, but at the last second added: “If she comes back here, tell her I’m looking for her.”

Zuko was shocked at the admission, but before he could say anything, Sokka was gone. Just like that, the door was once again closed, leaving Zuko and Katara to stare at one another.

Neither knew what they were supposed to say. As Zuko looked at Katara standing there, hair disheveled and dress sloppily pulled together, he was struck by just how beautiful she was. It was a fact he felt he should have always known because in that moment it was so glaringly obvious Zuko wondered if up until now he had been just as blind as Toph. How was it that he had never seen Katara for what she truly was until now? It was no wonder Aang was in love with her. With hair that fell in beautiful brown waves down her back, flawless dark skin that practically glowed and eyes that told a million different stories just with one look, it was a wonder that there weren’t already ballads dedicated to her beauty.

For a moment, part of Zuko—a big part—wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and kiss her again. Their last kiss had been an out of control flame, angry and crackling and burning with aggression. This time, he wanted a slow burning fire, something intense, but soothing, a kiss that would flow warmth and tender passion through his veins.

But then Katara coughed uncomfortably. Just like that, the illusion was shattered, the moment over. All that was left were two half-dressed teenagers standing alone in a too quiet room.

“I…” Katara started awkwardly, “I should go. My dad and Sokka are looking for me.” She made no move to go. She just kept looking at him, waiting for him to respond.

He didn’t understand why, but everything in Zuko wanted to tell her to stay just a little bit longer. Not even because of what had almost happened. He’d be content just to hold her, or talk to her, just something where she was involved. That terrified him, and his mind filled with a thousand different contradictory thoughts. How could his perception on a person change so drastically in so little time? How could this girl before him go from a distrusting ally to his whole world in mere seconds? She was hypnotizing him, clouding his judgment, and all he wanted was to become more lost in her.

Instead, Zuko turned away from her and nodded. “That’s a good idea,” he said, quickly building up a wall against the thing he thought could only end in disaster.

There was a second that Zuko thought he saw Katara’s face fall, but when he turned to fully look at her again, her face was unreadable. She opened her mouth to say something, but changed her mind. She hurried to the door instead.

Before she closed the door all the way, though, Katara spun back around. “I’m sorry,” she blurted out. “You saved my father, and I should’ve thanked you, not attacked you. So… thank you.” Without waiting for him to respond, Katara turned to leave again, but Zuko gently grabbed her arm to stop her.

“For what it’s worth,” Zuko told her softly, “I’m sorry about Ba Sing Se. I really am. That day is one I’ll always regret, and I don’t—” He was sharply cut off by her lips pressing against his.

This was the kind of kiss he wanted from her. It was tender and compassionate, but over all too quickly. Katara pulled away, hand cupped gently over Zuko’s scar, and looked up at him. Her eyes were unsure but bright, and she smiled at him. Her thumb ran along his left cheek lightly, and Zuko closed his eyes.

Her hand pulled away, and when Zuko opened his eyes she was gone, leaving him with an empty room and a full heart.

#zutara #zutara fanfiction #zk smut week #zuko x katara #man its been like 3 months since ive written something and posted it #im so sorry for such a long dry spell #my writing

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words4bloghere · 8 years ago

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Dreams that Smolder

This is for Day 5 of smut week! It is a continuation from the previous stories so here is a link to ONE, TWO, THREE, and FOUR. If you’re enjoying the ungodly amount of plot, find me on ao3! My name is Polywantsanother.

“Like our first time? Is that a nice way of saying that I popped too quickly?” Zuko asked as they laid entwined in each other. Katara snuggled into him, her head resting on his chest.

“Pretty much, yeah.” She said. One arm held her closer to him while his other hand tilted her chin up so he could lean down and kiss her.

“You’re a butthead.” He said and relaxed, putting his head down on the pillow with a sigh.

“Do you think anyone is going to notice we’re gone?” She asked and Zuko sighed again, but this time he sounded more resigned.

“I got Uncle to cover for me, but I should head back down soon.”

“I think enough people saw me with Aang that I might be able to hide out here for the rest of the night.”

“You’re going to leave your poor Cousin alone to fend for himself?” Katara glared up at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Tenma can handle himself.”

“That’s what I’m worried about. He is too much like you and without some sort of supervision, I’m worried he might start some sort of international incident.”

“Tenma wouldn’t do that.”

“Isn’t he the one married to a man?”

“Oh no.” Katara jumped up and dashed around grabbing her clothes. “You don’t think anyone will ask about that, do you?”

“The Earth King did just get married. And Tenma does love his husband.”

“Aaaahhhhhhhhh.” Katara kept up the steady call as she hurriedly dressed.

Tenma was unapologetically in love with his husband. The Swamp and Great Lakes Tribes both recognized marriages that were, untraditional to the rest of the world. The problem was that the Foggy Swamp was located within the borders of the Earth Kingdom and were now currently embroiled in a political posturing. The United Water Tribes obviously had a claim on their people, but the actual land they lived on belonged to the Earth King.

And the Swamp Benders believed they were independent.

So any talk that was even slightly political, like same sex marriage, ultimately turned into the fight about independence.

They both dressed, assisting each other with clasps and ties, and kissed before Katara left first. She kept herself from running but felt her anxiety mount as she got closer to the ballroom, where she heard the clamor of voices.

Walking in, she found Tenma engaged in some sort of lively conversation with the Earth King. Amaq and the Kuei’s wife stood askance and watched.

As Katara got closer, she realized what they were talking about.

“So even though they’re really considered quite the nasty little beast,” Tenma said and picked up a glass from a roving servant. “Catgators are actually entertaining companions. Once they’re properly trained of course.”

“I said the same thing about Bosco!” Amaq turned as Katara approached and he reached out to her. Putting her hand on his forearm, she leaned in and they kissed each other on the cheek.

“Feeling better Katara?” He asked and Katara nodded.

“Yes, much improved.” She replied.

“You know, I had told Fu here,” Kuei said and turned to his wife. “That you two were going to become the power royal couple had you married.”

“Unfortunately, love matches are hard to come by in political marriages,” Amaq said and smiled over at Fu. “And not all of us are so lucky.” Fun smiled and a large blush spread across her face. Keui took her arm and kissed the top of her head.

“Or you just don’t have your marriage recognized by the rest of the world.” Tenma muttered and took a long drink from his cup. Katara pulled a face and stared at him. Tenma stared back. Katara glared harder and Tenma sighed. “I heard you are engaged again though Prince Amaq.” Now, Katara startled and looked up at Amaq.

“Yes, just this past season.” The prince said and Keui laughed.

“Well congratulations! Why isn’t she here?”

“Northern Water Tribe tradition. The woman doesn’t leave her household until the day of the wedding.”

Katara was surprised by the pang of jealously that broke through her. In the span of a dark season they had been engaged and broken up. She had told him that she had never really loved him and he had expressed his own thoughts on the matter.

How little of a choice he had as the adopted son of the royal family.

He was the only one besides Iroh who knew about her and Zuko, she trusted him that much.

And he hadn’t told her that he was engaged.

Katara shook herself and Tenma made another face, this time crossing his eyes at her.

“Those of us so happily married, or about to be, should probably not talk so loudly about it in front of my dear spinster cousin.” He said and Keui suddenly looked genuinely worried.

“I’m sorry Master Katara. I hope I did not offend.” He said and Katara bowed slightly.

“Not a worry. I have no intention of joining such a club of my elders.” She remarked and they all laughed.

“With my people, it is an unfortunate reality that the woman’s freedom goes away once she is married. And Katara is not the type to give such an aspect so easily.” Amaq said as he put a hand on her shoulder. “We are fortunate to have a Master among our people who is able to travel so far and she has done great work in strengthening the Tribes.”

“She is a wonderful ambassador.” Keui went silent as something caught his eye. “Though her friendships are still baffling.” Katara turned and saw Zuko entering the room. Iroh quickly approached them and they conferred.

“The Fire Lord did train the Avatar.” Katara remarked when the group turned back toward each other.

“Still, between him and his Uncle, Ba Sing Sae had seen better days.” Keui stated.

“I think if you were not in such a position of strength, you would come to see the Fire Lord’s empathy. He has been indispensable in reviving the South Pole. Without their trade agreements, we would be at a loss with certain materials.” Amaq explained. Quickly, the Prince turned the conversation toward Pole architecture and how they built the palace out of ice. That moved toward the Spirit Oasis at each Pole and Katara soon excused herself from the group.

The rest of the night was spent avoiding the Avatar and the Fire Lord, while trying not to cling to either Amaq or Tenma. Oddly, she found herself conversing a lot with Fu. While quiet, the woman was actually very well read and thoughtful, so they had a lot to talk about.

Most people retired early, since the first Council meeting was the next day. It was the first time Zuko was going to take a place at the table and Katara believed that everyone wanted to see how that would turn out.

Katara said her goodnights and walked back up to her room, once again alone. She smiled as she considered the closing of the day’s events.

When she moved to the bedroom, she recognized how the day still lingered. The sheets of the bed were still tousled, and there was the faint smell of their flesh. Katara stripped and let her clothes fall in a heap on the floor. Her luggage would be in the lobby by morning and she didn’t bother dressing up much for the Council anyways.

So she wriggled into the sheets and blankets, finding pleasure in the cool fabric as it rubbed against her skin. It had been a long day, with a long trip, and even longer claims to her patience. Sighing, Katara found herself exhausted and quickly falling asleep.

She did not notice the embers they had left behind. And during the night, they burned into her.

He came to her in a way he never had before. She woke, in her bed, to Zuko softly parting the blankets. He slipped into the bed and came to her.

Kissing her, Zuko took her lower lip between his teeth and sucked gently. His hand cupped her cheek and he pressed his fingers lightly into her neck. Katara could feel the warmth of his palm against her skin and she leaned into it. Angling himself, Zuko pushed his other arm under her and held her, moving the hand on her cheek to the back of her head.

He loved her hair, had said so over and over again, and Katara often smiled as he clutched at the thick waves, as he did now. His fingers curled in her hair and his mouth moved to her throat, and Katara was able to feel his breath.

Zuko was hot, every part of him was hot, and Katara felt herself softening under his touch. His lips were soft as he kissed a line down her throat. Nudging her, Zuko guided her onto her back while he laid on his side next to her.

“Beloved.” He said and traced a finger over her collarbone and down between her breasts. “You are the moon who shines in my sky.” He circled her navel and slowly moved back up. “You are the breath of my body.” His finger, fingers, moved over one breast and he rolled her nipple under his palm. “You are the water that sustains me.” He grabbed the mound of flesh and then slid his hand off, running each fingertip over her nipple as he moved. “Your love is the only food I need.” His finger moved up her throat and over her bottom lip.

Katara dipped her mouth down and caught his finger, biting it gently before sucking on it, flicking it with her tongue. Zuko smiled and pulled it free, leaning in to kiss her. His tongue, oddly, was cool and Katara could taste the remnants of the wine they had served that night.

With her mouth occupied, Zuko moved his hand down her body. He moved over her stomach and over her pelvis to her side. Gliding up her waist, Katara moaned into his mouth and he grabbed her. Pulling her to him, he kissed her harder, and she could feel more of him hardening at the other side of her hip.

“Zuko,” She whispered when he pulled away, his hand resting lightly now on her hip. “You are the sun and stars who light my life.” She guided his hand with hers to between her legs. “You are the fire that warms me.” She kept one hand on his and pushed on his fingers to push into her. “You are the ground that holds me.” She leaned up and ran her lips against his. “Your love shelters me from all danger.” She kissed his and urged his hand firmly against her.

He took to her instruction and his fingers slid in and out of her. His thumb moved in jerking motions to roll her clit and soon she was panting. Zuko leaned in and kissed her nipple, running his lips over the nub as it rose. He licked and sucked it, gently grazing it with his teeth occasionally.

“Would you do something for me?” He asked, his mouth suddenly at her ear. He sucked on her earlobe and Katara groaned. He ran his tongue up the edge of her ear and she sighed.

“Anything.”

“Mount me.”

“Of course.” There was a pause then, as they shifted. Zuko sat up, his back pressed against the headboard. He pulled Katara up to him and she straddled him. Zuko stared at her breasts and cupped them with both of his hands. She knew the women of the Poles ran bigger than any woman living in the Fire Nation, and they were darker too. Zuko’s thin pale hands stood out against the soft warmth of her hickory skin.

“Do you know what I love about this position?” He asked as Katara eased herself onto his cock. She moaned and her eyes fluttered close.

“What love?” She put her hands on his shoulders and took in a deep breath.

“Feeling your muscles as you move.” His hands ran up and down her back as he spoke and Katara grinned.

“Really? You love that?” She asked and looked at him. Zuko smiled and kissed her quickly.

“I didn’t say I loved it the most, but yeah.”

Katara rocked against him and Zuko made a sound deep in his throat.

“What about that?”

“That’s definitely up there.” Katara continued to rock against him, feeling the head of his cock rubbing against her inner walls. Zuko bent his head back and Katara leaned down to gently bite his exposed neck. Here she was able to lift up a little and move up and down the length of him. She kept her mouth on his throat and he groaned and grabbed her ass. She moved higher up his cock and paused there, her turn to nibble his ear.

“What about this?” She murmured.

“YeeAH.” As he spoke, Katara sat back down and took the length of him into her pussy. Zuko groaned as she repeated the movement.

“Katara.” He panted and pushed on her backside. Katara went back to rocking and Zuko kissed her. “You’re dreaming.”

“What?” Katara kept rocking but she looked him full in the face.

“Tell me something.” Zuko said and suddenly, it wasn’t dark. The room was filled with early morning sunlight and Katara could see dust floating in the air around her. “Do I still have my scar?”

Katara studied his face. “Zuko.”

She felt herself getting close and she dug her fingers into his shoulders.

“I love you.”

#zk smut week #zk smut week 2017 #zutara smut week #zutara smut week 2017 #their bodies lie upon the sheets #jax writes

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zukocrownprinceofthefirenation · 8 years ago

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ZUTARA SMUT WEEK

STARTS TOMORROW!!!!!

❤ May 21: Trust ❤ May 22: Dominance ❤ May 23: Scars ❤ May 24: Virginity ❤ May 25: Embers ❤ May 26: Storm ❤ May 27: Aggression ❤ BONUS: Tea Shop

#zk smut week #zk smut week 2k17 #zutara #zutara smut week #smut week

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kdinthecity · 8 years ago

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Fantasy Part II

This is for Zutara Smut Week, “Virginity.” Not so much because it kinda mentions it in the story, but more so because I just lost mine, in the literary sense. This is probably the most explicit thing I’ve ever written. It’s a little suggestive after the cutline, but the real deal is toward the end. If it’s no good, then just remember, it’s my first time! And that’s reality, folks!

There were no boys close to her age in her tribe growing up except for her brother, so Katara didn’t think about dating or marriage that much. It was hard to imagine the future with the war going on, but Katara knew that if she were to find a husband someday, he’d have to come from somewhere else. The Northern Water Tribe, most likely, since she’d probably have to go there anyway to learn waterbending. Gran Gran hinted that their sister tribe may not see fit to train her, though, while stating outright that they would most certainly find her a husband.

That wasn’t a bad thing… or was it?

Gran Gran seemed to think so. With limited knowledge and zero experience, Katara had no idea what to think. Sokka was annoying and stinky and sexist. She could never marry anyone like that. Shouldn’t she find another waterbender—to increase the likelihood of passing on the genes to their children? But Katara didn’t even know all the specifics on how babies were made, not really.

It was her friend, Nutha, who let her in on some fascinating, yet somewhat disturbing details. Katara wouldn’t realize until much later just exactly how Nutha knew so much.

“Does it hurt?”

“At first. It burns. But we’re surrounded by ice, Katara. So relief is readily available.”

“But it’ll feel good eventually?”

“Yeah. There are places, spots to rub that feel really good. You can find them yourself, actually.”

“R-r-really?”

“Yeah, for me it helps to think about something… sexy. Like a really hot guy is rubbing me there instead. You should try it sometime.”

So, Katara developed her fantasy. She’s in an igloo, so there’s plenty of snow and ice for “relief.” And the “really hot guy” is some waterbender from the North, but all she can see is his blue parka as she imagines intense blue eyes adoring her and his fingers furiously working her. Privacy was hard to come by in her small village, though, so she only managed to find the right time and place to experiment with this vision once before her whole world was turned upside down.

True, an orgasm could do that, too—upend someone to where nothing makes sense, yet the end goal feels so clear, so certain—like destiny. Everything crashes while building at the same time. It burns and it freezes.

Meeting Aang felt like destiny to Katara. But she wasn’t always so certain with him. And one day, everything they’d built together came crashing down.

With Zuko, though, she burned.

But he’s not a waterbender. Not even Water Tribe. It doesn’t make sense.

That thought remained frozen in her mind, along with a fantasy, long since forgotten.

Several years later, she brought Zuko back to her homeland for his second visit there. Neither of them wanted to acknowledge his first. Katara often wondered if she went back to her innocent, virgin, Fire Nation-hating self that day, would she even believe the words she might say? That she and Zuko had been dating for over a year, and that they’d fucked on Ember Island beaches, near the turtle duck pond in the palace gardens, on red silk sheets in royal chambers, and countless times on the Fire Lord’s desk.

But never in the South Pole.

And as circumstances would have it on this particular trip, they wouldn’t get to, either.

Zuko knew about the igloo fantasy by now, and Katara saw the hungry way he looked at them during their stay. She also shared the depth of his disappointment when they were forced to sleep apart, and his accommodations were none other than the iconic ice hut, of course.

So when the opportunity presented itself sometime later on Kyoshi Island, Katara created their own igloo in a secluded cove with the sea at her command. Its sole purpose was immediately known when smoldering golden eyes caught hers and then slowly raked across her body.

His are not blue, though. Like in my fantasy.

Zuko’s clothes weren’t blue, either, and there was sand instead of snow. And he wasn’t even her husband! Everything was terribly wrong about this picture, and he could sense it, too… and so, because he’s Zuko, he did the craziest thing.

He proposed.

Then the igloo melted with a wave of her hand, and her doubts washed away with it. She was ready to give herself fully to this man—her fiancé—and this new fantasy they were creating together.

The color of the clothes and even the nations they represented didn’t matter once they were stripped from sweating bodies and cast to the ground. Zuko’s half-lidded gaze continued to scale the length of her before his fingers danced across bronze bare skin. She reached toward him to return the gesture, but in a sudden and swift motion, he cupped her breast with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other while claiming her lips with a searing kiss. She pressed herself into him, trapping his erection between them and eliciting a needy moan from his mouth into hers.

That was all it took for him to lower them to the ground and push her back into the sand. She opened herself to him, so ready and wanting, but he paused to look at her position and frowned. She knew he was thinking of a certain Ember Island encounter and much frustration involving the sand.

She laughed out loud. All this time she couldn’t imagine anything worse than fucking in the freezing cold snow.

He quirked a brow at her, and then almost without warning, he encircled her waist with a fiery grip and flipped her over so that she was on her hands and knees. One of his hands slipped down between her legs and found that spot she’d learned about so many years ago, but only he knew how to manipulate until she melted.

While he teased her clit with practiced fingers, his other arm snaked around her midsection to pinch a pert nipple. She hadn’t exactly been thrilled about the new position since she liked to look at him and well, touch him, too, but the attention he lavished in all the right places had earned him forgiveness for the time being.

Besides, his throbbing cock pressed into the cleft of her ass served as the ultimate arousal. She knew what was coming, but she didn’t know when. Patience was never the young Fire Lord’s virtue, though, so after a soft nibble or two on her shoulder, he pushed himself inside her.

He started slowly as if testing different angles. When he hit just the right spot, Katara found herself fisting the sand for some sort of anchor. She clinched around him and let out a half-moan, half-whimper. It was signal enough for him to quicken his thrusts, gripping her hips to guide him as he pulled out and slammed back in, hard and fast.

So. Fucking. Good. Although at this pace, he probably won’t last long.

Except that he did. Katara’s knees started to tremble as she felt her climax rising. She leaned over to press her forehead into her folded arms, and just that subtle movement provided a new sensation that sent her over the edge. There was sand in her hair and sand in her mouth, but Tui and La be damned, she didn’t care. She’d find a way to build igloos out of sand if it meant she could ride this wave forever.

And with Zuko, it felt like forever. Like destiny.

“FUCK. Yes, Zuko! YES!” she cursed.

His release followed soon after along with his own proclamation.

“Katara… I love you.”

And he said it more like a prayer.

This is a continuation of this post, called Fantasy.

It also directly correlates with Chapter 27, “Blue Hunt,” in a multi-chapter fic of mine, The Dragon and the Wolf.

Which also happens to be part of an extensive universe, so there is much backstory to the Zutara relationship and Zuko’s marriage proposal that is not exactly fleshed out here. Just in case you thought that was random...

#zutara smut week #zutara smut week 2017 #zk smut week #zk smut week 2017 #zutara

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beealexageek · 7 years ago

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@zutarasmutweek

Prompt: Make me beg

#zutara #zutara smut week #zutara smut week 2018 #zk smut week #zuko and katara #zuko x katara #zk smut week 2018

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dylanaz · 3 years ago

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In April when I first joined Zutara fandom on Tumblr, I thought I was really lucky that I came when the Zutara month 2021 was starting. (It somehow felt like a birthday gift).

When it ended, I was like, "it was such a good month and I loved it".

Then, ZK bigbang happened... I was seriously surprised that there were more contents... everywhere.

Nevertheless, I loved it, too.

And I came to a conclusion that there was also a ZK smut week.

Then, ZK week 2021 happened. Ok, I was literally just waiting for the smut week and didn't see this coming.

And now you're telling me that there's ZK mythical creatures week?

Oh my gods. I don't know why but I'm feeling ABSOLUTELY SURPRISED, OVERWHELMED AND INTERESTED.

#zutara #I didn't know there were that many weeks dedicated to Zutara #and it's making me think a lot

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zutarawasrobbed · 3 years ago

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One thing I’ve noticed is that many of those that see fetishization in SZS seem to be averse to nsfw in general. And are also largely minors that, frankly, don’t have a lot of experience in this area to speak extensively and with nuance. In fact, there have been multiple comments that are explicitly kink shaming, that are calling people “sus,” that have called out even the potential existence of ZK smut week, etc. while at the same time saying they aren’t purity policing and just want things tagged (even though they were, for the most part). They may not be calling people pedos, but that is purity policing to a lesser degree.

This isn’t to say they have to like nsfw. They are well within their right to avoid it. But the vehement aversion expressed makes me wonder about how it’s all getting mixed up with these discussions of race. These are two very sensitive issues and despite the fact they claim not to be conflating them, the race argument is getting confused in their nsfw stances.

None of this excuses the current backlash. Doesn’t matter how you felt about SZS/nsfw content in the main tag, the anon backlash is blatantly racist and needs to stop. It’s disgusting.

This ☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽

#zutara #discourse #tw discourse

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words4bloghere · 8 years ago

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Trust Me

[If you read my work on AO3, these are the same characters, but the story is not necessarily of the same plotline.]

Before she had stepped onto the ramp, he had taken her hand and looked pleadingly into her face.

“Trust me.” He had said. Now, her chest tightened as it did then. She took in a quick breath, past and present, and let it out sharply. It hitched a little and her throat burned now as she thought about the future.

She had been gone three months, working in the North Pole before she went back to her duties on the Council. They had exchanged letters regularly, and he always made mention how much he missed her and longed for her return.

But what also came were the newspapers. The Fire Lord would host small fetes and parties on holidays. Gossip columns ran articles about what new lady was seen predominantly with the bachelor Fire Lord. Sokka, unknowing of his sister’s romantic involvement, would joke good-naturedly about how stoic Zuko was being buried in young, beautiful, eligible women.

On one particularly bad night, after Sokka read aloud how Zuko courted the daughter of an Earth Kingdom minister, Katara had slammed her bowl of soup down and left the dining hall. When asked about it later, she had managed something about Zuko not taking anything seriously and didn’t he know how hard things were for people in other places?

But he had asked her to trust him.

She had trusted him before, and it hadn’t worked out. Jet, and even Aang had betrayed her.

And really, could she even blame him? They had already agreed that they could never be together, that they were simply indulging in fatalistic ardor. And she had been gone for three months.

Katara’s hands tightened on the rails. No, they both deserved better. He deserved her trust and she deserved to believe that he would be faithful. She had managed it fine, and she was getting swarmed by just as many suitors. Being the representative of the Southern Water Tribe, a Councilmember in Republic City, and the first ambassador to the Swamp Tribe gave her a lot of status that rivaled that of the Northern Water Tribe leader.

Her father had even almost guilted her into breaking, saying how important it was for Katara to make a good marriage for the prosperity of their people. And, he had asked, wasn’t there that very handsome young man from the Isles Tribe?

Tama had been quite handsome.

He had also been miserable every moment he stayed in the North and had cut his visit short. Katara remembered the first time he had made a visit to the North Pole, and his ultimate secret rendezvous with her. She had asked him if he was cold.

“You are the only thing that can make me tremble.” And when he put his mouth to hers, he was warm.

The ship was pulling into the harbor and Katara moved across the deck toward the tall masked figure who stood beside an open door. Fire Nation ships were still being staffed by the Fire Nation military, though this one was more valet than a warrior. Their mask was still unnerving.

“Do you require anything Master Katara?” The figure asked. The voice, either of its own nature or because of the mask, sounded slightly mumbled and low.

“No, thank you. Are we to dock directly in Republic City?” She asked, turning to look over at the twinkling lights.

“No. The port is still not equipped to handle the larger sea faring vessels. We will be moving onto a small transport momentarily.” They replied and Katara just nodded. The sun was setting and in the dying light, she could see the bobbing shape of a small tug heading toward the larger ship.

“I’ll head down then, and wait for the ramp to drop.” Katara went to move around the figure, but they put out their hand and she halted.

“Unfortunately, the tug is too small for our ramp to safely deploy. You will need to be lowered over the side.” Katara blinked up at them. “Your luggage will follow later.”

“Oh for the love of…..” Katara rubbed her face with both hands and let out a long breath. “Fine.” She turned and marched back to the railing. Putting both hands on the metal bar, she felt the rough bumps in the paint under her palms. Then she huffed as she lifted herself up and over.

“Master Katara!” The figure yelled out. As Katara fell, she called up a column of water.

“That’s what I am, yes.” She said after she had raised herself to a height where she could see the figure. Then she turned and urged the column forward, slowly lowering it till she was even with the tug.

The captain stood on the deck, hat in his hand and his mouth wide open.

“Captain.” Katara greeted as she stepped over the railing and released the water. The man just stared at her. “Am I your only passenger?” The Captain nodded.

“Excellent. Then would you mind turning us around? I have a dinner to attend.”

After she had been shown to her rooms in the new hotel - which looked out of place in the raw wood and dust of the city - Katara quickly washed and dressed. The dress had been ordered from a local seamstress, as it had been made clear to Katara that even the way she dressed was interpreted politically now. And tonight would be important, regardless of how tired she was because it was a state dinner, held in her honor.

Most times, when something she didn’t want to attend was held in her honor, Katara managed to find an excuse to avoid the whole thing. There were always sick people to tend no matter where she was. But tonight would be different.

Zuko would be there.

Lovemaking was furtive in the poles. Skin exposed to the frigid air too long could be damaged. While there was something to be said for the desperate thrusting, hands holding hems up or down, lips on necks or earlobes, Katara much preferred the privacy of bedrooms.

Something about Zuko though made her disregard such notions.

When he had slipped into her room, the last time he had been to the North Pole, she had every intention of denying him. Then he kissed her, and everything melted away. His body burned and warmed her every place he touched. When he pulled down the wrappings around her chest, he ran his lips over her nipples and she couldn’t tell if they hardened from the cold or his breath.

He laid her on the bed of furs and hitched one of her legs up over his shoulder. More wrappings fell away at his attention and soon his mouth were on her, his tongue sliding softly up slick and swollen lips. His hands slid up to her lower back and he pulled her hips into his face. With one hand above her head, gripping tight to the furs, the other went to his hair with an equal fist.

For as the pole was cold, Zuko was warm. He sucked gently on the inner lips of Katara and his tongue gently rolled her clit. This languid lavishing was something he did to wind her up; he had no intention of letting her cum. Any time she got close, Zuko backed away and would dot her thighs with small kisses.

“Zuko, please.” She would ultimately beg, her voice broken as she verged on tears.

“Anything for you.” He would always murmur as he moved up to her face. When he kissed her, she could taste herself and it made her want him more.

She had thrown her leg over his backside then, that last time in the palace made of ice, and he entered her easily.

“Blazes Katara, how are you so warm?” He moaned as he slid fully inside of her. She tried to speak, but she had felt every inch as the head of his cock pushed upward. Zuko, not looking for an answer, kissed her neck and she shivered.

Cohesive thought ceased after that.

She remembered him thrusting and every time he pulled back, she almost whimpered. One of his hands went to her hair, his fingers curling in the long strands and pulling her head sideways. He bit her neck - carefully - and she had shuddered then. Warmth and wetness spilled from deep inside her and Zuko groaned against her skin.

His mouth would go to hers, their tongues softly brushing each other as a second thought, for they were both more occupied in the movement of their hips. As he thrust into her, she pushed up to meet him and Katara could swear that his cock was moving deeper into her.

She could feel every inch. She could feel her pussy squeeze him and he would shudder and moan. He then sucked on a nipple, his teeth gently grazing it, while he reached down between them to roll a finger over her clit.

Her fingers dug into his back - she would always leave little moons in his skin - and she gasped.

When he would get close, he always buried his face in her neck. He moved quickly and Katara would only be able to breathe between thrusts.

When he came, he always said her name.

She would usually cum when he did.

Afterward, she remembered that they laid together. There was no hurried movement to put on clothing to fight the chill. They were entwined together, naked, a woven blanket haphazardly pulled up over them.

“I love you Katara.” He said. She had turned to him, to see how the light of the candle glimmered on the ice and dappled his skin. Katara had touched his face, her fingers gently running over the scar of his eye, before pushing away strands of his hair that had been caught on the sweat of his skin.

“I love you Zuko.” She said. They kissed and clutched at each other, both knowing that they would soon have to break apart.

“Trust me.” He had said.

Katara cleared her throat and brushed out her hair. She felt the familiar warmth and tightening between her legs. That visit in the North Pole had been over a year ago. This time, there had been only letters.

A lot could happen in three months but Katara knew that she shone just as brightly then as she did now. Zuko was hers, as they both burned from the same flame.

With a light touch to her necklace, Katara let out a sigh. She had to trust him, because he loved her.

#zutara smut week 2017 #zk smut week #zk smut week 2017 #i know it's short #i'm still getting used to writing smut #send help #their bodies lie upon the sheets #jax speaks

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zukocrownprinceofthefirenation · 8 years ago

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Omg we are sinners, we are going to sin this month, March is the month of sin - insert Elmo in fire gif - 😜😜😇

I AM SO RRREEEEAAADY!

#mun on mun #zk smut week #ready to sin #shivisdivis #<<that's my girl yo #post 818

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mitskigatekeeper · 3 years ago

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Hi, I just wanted to hop in and give some clarification about the issues in the fandom right now.

Someone made a post conflating nsfw content being written about ZK with racism. They mentioned these in the same post, resulting in nsfw creators receiving harassment. The harassment exclusively mentioned nsfw, nothing about fandom racism.

So now the person is acting like everyone is pushing back at what they’re saying because of race, which most of it is about their anti-nsfw tirades.

There have also been some awful insinuations circulating which compare nsfw/thirsting for cartoons with real world issues in which real people have been hurt or killed.

Nsfw creators aren’t trying to silence WOC. Old fans are very much against that too, and I hate to see anyone get awful racist anons. But many people who write/read nsfw are WOC too, and those people are being shamed by this anti-nsfw stuff too. When they’re saying “white women this” they’re talking about one person, when the group of people who enjoy that content are as diverse as any other part of the fandom.

I don’t know if you saw the post I’m referring to, but I really get the feeling that individual only values WOC voices if they agree with her.

my post did not mention any anti-nsfw posts or ppl that were discussing nsfw works in the fandom. i know which discourse you are referring to and quite frankly, it has nothing to do with what i said.

i’m personally discussing the weeks of anon hate that has been sent to various fans of color for talking about issues in the fandom that make them uncomfortable or saying that they only trust other shippers of color. because right now, we feel incredibly tokenized. as another member of this fandom, i am very aware of the discourse circulating around it and don’t appreciate being treated like my argument doesn’t hold merit bc there are two conversations existing simultaneously within the fandom right now.

furthermore people aren’t going on anti-nsfw tirades, they’re saying tag it appropriately and be open to criticism (especially regarding matters about race). i am a woc that reads smut, i am aware that we read and write smut, but that was never the argument that was being made here. you may have disagreed with her statement on particular nsfw works in the fandom, but the racist hate she has received since is entirely unacceptable

#fandom discourse #zutara #and honestly some of y’all are weirdos #it needs to be said #zutara fandom

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kdinthecity · 8 years ago

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Cough, Cough, Ahem...

(steps up to the microphone)

Tap. Tap. Is this thing on?

OMG, it is Zutara Smut Week, and I haven’t written a thing! (I also haven’t written in two months, but that’s another story entirely. And NOT a story worth writing, either.)

Is now a bad time to mention that I don’t really write smut? It makes me blush. (Not reading it, mind you. That makes me... nevermind.)

But I WILL write something. Because there is a Fantasy Part 2 (about Katara and the igloo) that is a continuation of this post from Zutara Week. So, stay tuned? (Because I know if I post this, I will hold myself to it.)

Meanwhile, a fanfic friend of mine is participating in Smut Week, but I don’t think she’s on tumblr. It’s uhhh, Zombie-tara, and I seriously laughed my head off. If you want something different than your average college AU, then head on over and QueenTyZula will hook you up.

#zutara smut week #zutara smut week 2017 #zk smut week #zk smut week 2017

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authorjoydragon · 3 years ago

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Thanks for the tag @thebluesunflower44 and @thesavagedaughter0627 and similar WIP tag games with @krastbannert and @stitch1830 (and so sorry if I missed a tag I’m playing catch up lol)

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

What I’ll do is post NEW WIPs that i am actually writing and not updates of ongoing stories or my full idea lists just to help make this list shorter 😂😅

-Chaotic Beifong Family

-Angsty ZK Slow Burn

-Azulaang Meet Ugly

-Taang Fluff Week

-Taang Smut Week

-Zutara Angry Smut

Oh no now I have to tag people lol @gimmezutara @zukos-calming-tea @spicyswordlady @su-univeralai @mycomfortblanket @zutarawasrobbed sorry if you were already tagged 🤗

#wip tag game #my moots 💛#feel free to send me asks

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markedmage · 4 years ago

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Author Interview Tag Game

Tagged by @antarcticasx. Thank you bb ❤️

Name: Call me Mage

Fandom: I used to write for Fairy Tail, now I write for Atla

Where you post: AO3 nowadays, but you can find all of my old FT stuff on ff.net still please don't

Most popular oneshot: it looks like it's, And Maybe We're Like Fire and Ice

Most popular multi-chap: I really only have one haha- so that's make sense of all my broken parts (dear god, the more I look at that title, the more I hate it)

Favorite story written so far: definitely A Quiet Collision of Destinies. Written for ZK week 2020, I poured my heart into this one, and I love how it turned out!

Fic you were nervous to post: believe it or not, it was And Maybe We're Like Fire and Ice. It was my first attempt at ZK smut, and I really wasn't sure what to expect, nor did I even know if it'd turn out good or not

Do you outline?: Kinda? I write down a few notes about how I want to write a fic, or maybe a sentence or two framing a key scene, but other than that, I usually just write as I go

Completed fics: 19 oneshots, 1 multi-chap

Works in progress: 2 multi-chap (1 of which is a follow-up to the 1 completed multi-chap)

Coming soon/not started yet: ♾️- just kidding or am I. At least 6? Some of which are chapters for my WIPs.

Do I accept prompts?: Not at the moment. Ya girl is swamped with grad school atm. If I accept prompts I may die.

Upcoming work your most excited about: yo ok I have two. One is for ZFAW, a oneshot for the most amazing storyboards to come out of ZK week 2020 hint hint, and another is a post-canon (yes, again) ZK multi-chap that follows ZK as they learn to come back together after years apart.

Tagging: @zutarawasrobbed, @heavensweetheart, @tinyhistory, @all-thewaydown, @fictionissocialinquiry and @hello-athens. You don't have to do it, obviously, just sending lots of love your way ❤️❤️❤️

#author tag game #zutara #zutara fanfiction #atla #ask meme

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zutaras-where-its-at · 5 years ago

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Can you recommend Zutara/ Atla oneshots? Can be anything, canon, au, angst, fluff, humor. Maybe ones that arent super obvious, or you think deserve more attention.

Ooooohhhh babyyy. One-shots are my SHIT.

Here is another fic rec list I made a little bit ago with a few others!

oracle bones by orphan_account

(T) (Romance/Drama) “The foreign, pictorial characters that bracelet Zuko's left wrist have never been covered in any of his lessons. He cannot read them. And then he turns thirteen, and his father burns his wrist along with his face.” // Soulmate AU to top all soulmate aus. I will warn that it’s a private fic available to only those with an AO3 account.

The Assassin AU by Like A Dove

(M) (Romance/Smut) “Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation does not consider himself a murderer. He is a protector. Written for Zutara Month 2014.” // Okay, I admit that this is technically a two shot, but it’s short enough to be included here. Also, second chapter contains smut, so underage readers: Beware!”

Matches to Paper Dolls by Mechanical Orange

(T) (Romance/Tragedy) “It's all too perfect when their eyes meet, and all too familiar when it doesn't last. Some people are doomed from the start.” // This one hurts. A lot. But the beautiful writing helps assuage the pain, I promise.

Like Razors On My Lips by songofhopeandhonor

(T) (Romance/Friendship/Drama) “She ensconces herself in an enemy shrine only to bump into the one enemy she is unprepared to face. Early S3. Oneshot. Zutara.” // I love sweet and soft Zutara as much as the next person, but sometimes you just need a lil antagonistic, not-quite-friends-yet Zutara to satisfy the mood.

Leave Your Spirit by Like A Dove

(T) (Romance/Angst/Family) “A woman's heart is full of secrets. Katara knows this better then anyone. A "what if Kya was Zuko's?" one-shot. Canon compliant up until S02E04 of Legend of Korra.” // Such an incredibly bittersweet canon alternative.

The One You Knew by Light of Jah

(T) (Romance/Angst) “Six times Iroh accurately read Zuko's heart, and one time he didn't.” // Okay, this one absolutely stings, but in the best way.

As If Death Itself Was Undone by archiveidiotjello

(T) (Romance/Angst) “Z/K Finale AU "'It's not right to linger like this,' says the Death Spirit. 'I don't want to leave her,' Zuko says. 'They never do.'" After being struck by Azula's lighting, Zuko rejects death.” // One of my all time favorites that I find myself revisiting constantly. Perfect for those who have just watched the finale and need a nice, indulgent, fix-it fic.

Wish I Was The Moon by Like A Dove

(T) (Romance/Drama) “After getting into a fight with Zuko the night before his wedding to Mai, Katara starts to come to the painful realization that in order to truly be happy, that you first must learn to be happy with yourself. A story about a journey of self-discovery. Written for Zutara Week: Seasons.” // By now, you should know that everything Like A Dove writes is flawless, and this is no exception.

Even So by lewilder

(T) (Romance) “A hundred years after Avatar Roku stops the Fire Nation’s attempts to take over the world, uprisings begin again in the Fire court. After the battles, the new Fire Lord, Zuko, seeks to reaffirm old alliances and looks for a bride from the Southern Water Tribe. Zutara, AU.” // Sososososo beautiful and fulfilling. aka Katara is a bamf and Zuko is a sweetheart.

Five by nikkiRA

(G) (Humor/Family) “‘Five is my favourite number,’ he says one day at breakfast. They have been married for fifteen years; quiet is only a five letter word.” // This honestly managed to make me literally laugh out loud, and it is so adorably perfect.

Senior Discounts by nymja

(G) (Romance/Humor) “Former Fire Lord Zuko treats Katara out to a night on the town after Jinora’s tattoo ceremony. Or: how Zuko is awkward with girls at any age.” // I love this with all my heart, because it’s one of the best written Zuko characterizations I’ve seen in awhile. You need to read this fic if you think that Zuko is anything but a totally socially-inept, romantically-allergic nerd.

Toph Called It Love by Beacon

(G) (Romance/Humor) “While others may have been blind, Toph could see it all...” // This is insanely cute.

After Everything... by bulletproofteacup

(G) (Romance) “Days before the comet, Katara wonders what the future will be like.” // A short and sweet lil drabble for your season 3 heart.

the dream we dream together here by raisindeatre

(T) (Romance/Angst) “*shows up late with Starbucks* Anyway, this is my very late submission for ZK Week 2017, under the Day 6 ‘Soulmates’ prompt (namely: the idea that you see your soulmate as a ghost after s/he dies, which is… admittedly just a very flimsy excuse for me to write my two favourite things: snow and angst, but oh well)” // Jesus wept.

Zutara Drabble by paintcdladys

(G) (Romance) “I made a zutara drabble. It’s cliche, leave me alone.” // Post-canon and the cutest thing I’ve ever read.

the right to remain silent by raisindeatre

(T) (Humor) “‘my dad is a cop and i just called him and he was like ‘hey i have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car right now that i’m running him to the station’ and i asked if he was cute and my dad said ‘Hey, my daughter wants to know if you’re cute’ and the guy said ‘i want to say yes, sir’ and my dad started laughing so hard’ AU” // Hilarious, cute, heart-warming, and full of Hakoda and Zuko content that I didn’t know I needed.

Unrequited by chromeknickers

(T) (Romance/Angst) “Love unrequited is the same as love returned, for love is measured by its fullness and its purity, not by its acceptance. — A collection of Zutara drabbles and ficlets.” // A beautiful and heart-wrenching collection that somehow satisfies your Zutara craving yet simultaneously breaks your heart all over again.

Always the Light by Treacle Chip

(K) (Romance/Angst/Fluff) “In the midst of the grand scheme of things, there are little moments that no one ever gets to see... Well, almost no one. Zutara, from Appa's point of view.” // Such a sweet and pure oneshot.

#okay i know there are so many more than just this but i didnt wanna get too carried away #go check out all of these authors bc they all have incredible fics #zutara #katara #zuko #fic rec #oneshots #anon

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theloverofdragons · 7 years ago

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now i'm not expecting the spanish inquisition (*wink wink*) but given the immense talent in the zutara fandom, i am expecting that there are loads of amazing fics, got any recommendations??? ^.^

NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION

But you are very right there anon, there are a lot of amazing fics that this fandom has produced

btw I’ve got more fic recommendations here and here

Multi-Chap

didn’t know my heart by @babyfairybaekhyun;And yet, in a matter of days, she has managed to worm her way under his skin, has cracked open his rib cage and has begun to patch up the endless amount of wounds on his heart(i would also 100% recommend Need the Sun to Break)

With Small Steps by @botherkupo;Mistakes once made cannot be undone, nor can consequences be ignored. A newly crowned Fire Lord is no exception.

i’m still here by @owedbetter“You see me.” And somehow, that makes all the difference.

they call you refugee by @akaiikowrites“You are mine. Maybe I didn’t choose you then, but I choose you now. That changes everything.” Zuko goes into exile with a scar, a mission, and a wife. [Canon Divergence AU]part one ; two ; three ; four

Lilacs and Lily Pads by @sadladybugA tale of clumsy courtship and calamitous court weddings, featuring awkward family encounters, floral mishaps, cultural complications, and good old fashioned fluff and conflict. Takes place in the five years following the war’s end. For Zutara Week 2016. A prequel to Bones.

Moonlight and Sunshadow by @grapefruittwostepThe dragon offered Katara a deal: protection for her family and tribe if she lived with it for a year and a day. And she said yes. Because what other way was there to save her people? But there was more to the dragon than Katara bargained for. An “East of the Sun, West of the Moon” retelling.

an unfortunate series of naked mishaps by @emletish-fishKatara and Zuko secretly seeing each other. They just want a little privacy. Is that too much to ask? Fate it would seem, has other ideas. a series of Naked Mishaps follows. Completed! Rated S for silly and N for nudity

Oneshots

Things That Aren’t by misszeldasayreA late evening stargazing with Katara leads to a secret relationship that takes over Zuko’s life: “The sense of hurtling through space, of free falling into the abyss threatens to overwhelm him. His world, once governed by the sun, is now ruled by the moon sprawled out before him.” Follow Zuko and Katara’s relationship through its genesis, implosion, and resolution.

roll the dice by @raisindeatreSome Zutara, some gen, 100% crack (the gaang play Dungeons and Dragons in the Dark and it is fluffy and hilarious and amazing)

mist & mysteries by @gialaxy;She smiled to herself beneath the veil of her hat, turning to look at the familiar figure that prowled stealthily across the rooftop. He was impossibly silent, as he always was, that she sometimes wondered whether or not he was really there, whether he was merely the face of her lonesome dreams, a wisp of smoke in the night air, a ghost wandering the skyline. Or: The Painted Lady wasn’t planning on spending a night at a stuffy party full of other ‘vigilantes’ with the Blue Spirit, but here they are, doing something that strongly resembles gossiping, and she can’t help but wonder who he is beneath the mask.

Ambitious by Foolish_Moon“Icarus.” She whispered when she first laid eyes on him, remembering the tale of the man who flew too close to the sun. Maybe it was the scar, a burnt mark shaped like a lone wing, contrasting against his pale features; or maybe it was his eyes, golden and glaring, like the merciless sun. Zutara Week 2017 Day 4 Entry.

A Lover of the Lights by euphorellaZuko comes to terms with the aftermaths of the war.

PaintedBlue Super-Hero/Villain AU by @fireprunes‘Oh god, I just had a one night stand with a supervillain’ ‘Dear lord, I just fucked a superhero’ (to make the situation especially awkward; they just lost their viginities to each other)

Lunar Leashed by nonsensicallyrics;Zuko’s compromised senses on the night of the full moon lead to Katara having a dog for a month. AU written for iamartemisday for ZK Secret Santa 2013. Based on the prompt werewolf!Zuko

Drabble Series

Zuko Was No Coward by hootowlZuko was many things, but a coward he was not. A collection of Zutara100 prompts. Title may change.

Fate Loves the Fearless by @babyfairybaekhyunCollection of tumblr ask box fics

Zutara Month by @archergwenHe won’t choose another life, not if he can’t spend it with her, watching her, basking in her glow, seeing her grow into someone even more wonderful. She’d climb an old temple of three thousand steps, carrying him the whole way, if it would mean she gets the next seven lives to see him smile. (some chapters have been re-arranged to be in order of prompt date, not date of publication)

Slices of Ocean Kumquat by @sonicciZutara Week 2011. Mask, History, Social Networking, Secret, Awkward, Legendary, Caught. Theme 7: When Zuko is caught in the act of something utterly despicable, will Katara find it in herself to forgive him?

Smut

The Ocean Takes Me In by @babyfairybaekhyunShe swallows hard, releasing a shuddering breath, and nods. “Perfect,” She whispers, and Zuko is sure that his heart is gone now, wrapped up in her hands.

Heat by @elledixKatara was pretty sure that it should be illegal for the Fire Nation to have heat waves, especially in a nation of firebenders who just absorbed all that heat. One-shot.

Hope you have fun reading these (I absolutely did) ^.^

Happy Shipping!

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