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the-badger-mole · 1 year

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Zutara prompt: zuko tries to position himself with his scar angled away from others so they can’t see it and katara notices.

It took a few weeks for Katara to notice, but when she did, she couldn't stop noticing. No matter which side Zuko was approached from, he would subtly maneuver himself so that his unscared side was facing whoever he was talking to. When he helped her with chore, Zuko always stood on Katara's left side, and when he spoke, he held his head angled a bit sideways and tilted down. Whenever Katara tried to move so she could see his whole face, he would move just naturally enough that Katara couldn't outright accuse him of doing it on purpose.

"Why do you keep turning away from me?" she finally asked outright one day while they were washing dishes. There was no accusation, and her voice was gentle, but Zuko still flinched as if he'd been struck.

"I...I'm not-" he started to deny, but Katara put her hand on his arm and leaned forward so she could see both of his eyes.

"You're doing it now," she pointed out. "You do it when you speak to any of us." Zuko's face flushed a bright red and his shoulders hunched up to his ears.

"Everyone's been talking about it?" he asked.

"No, no," Katara hurried to assure him. "I don't think anyone else has noticed." Zuko looked up at her in surprise.

"But you have?"

"Well..." Now Katara was blushing. "Yeah. I mean, I'm not staring or anything. I just noticed how you never seem to face me when we're talking, and I thought maybe it was because you didn't like talking to me. Then I realize you do that to all of us, and unless you hate talking to all of us...Wait, do you hate talking to all of us?"

"No!" Zuko said with a yelp. "That's not it at all. It's just...I've never really had friends before."

"And you think that looking us in the eye is going to insult us?" Katara was smiling and there was a hint of a smile on her lips, but there was also concern in her eyes to let Zuko know she wasn't trying to be mean. He just shrugged.

"I don't know," he said. "It's not that, I guess. It's just...When people look at me all they see is..." He gestured vaguely to his scar. Katara's eyes widened in understanding.

"Oh," she said. She turned her eyes back down to the wash basin and tentatively handed Zuko a bowl dry and stack. They got back into the rhythm Katara had disturbed and soon Zuko began to relax. He could see Katara in the corner of his eye throwing what she seemed to think were furtive glances in his direction. She handed him the last dish and took a deep breath.

"You know none of us cares about your scar, right?" she asked. "It's just part of you." Zuko turned, angling his head down.

"That's not as comforting as you think it is," he told her. Katara reached out and took his hand tentatively.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I know it sounds lame, but I don't want you to think that any of us is judging you because of it. You're our friend, and it's just a scar." Zuko snorted at that, but he didn't pull way. "Okay, it's a big scar, and I'm sure some blockheads on the street might stare at you. But you don't have to worry about that with us."

"Thanks, Katara," Zuko sighed. Still he didn't turn to face her completely. "No one really wants to see that though. No one wants to stare at a gigantic disfiguring scar when they're talking to someone. It's...disturbing."

"I don't think it is," she told him. That caught Zuko off guard. He forgot for a moment to keep his scar turned away from her. Katara chose not to point that out. Instead she met his gaze full on. "Back home, scars are seen as badges of honor. It means you survived something, and the bigger the scar the bigger the win."

"Right," Zuko scoffed. "I'm such a survivor. I didn't even fight back when I got this scar. I just cowered and begged my father for mercy." Katara gasped and her hands flew up to her mouth. Zuko was surprised at first, but then Katara found her voice, and he realized his mistake.

"Your father did that?" she whispered. Zuko wanted nothing more just then than to find Toph and ask her to bury him alive. He started to back away, but Katara caught his hand in both of hers.

"Please, Katara," he begged. "Don't...this isn't like the scars you guys have. You got your scars fighting, and I..."

"You didn't deserve this," Katara said. "Whatever justification Ozai fed you when he did this, it's a lie. And you did get this scar surviving." Impulsively, Katara reached up to cup Zuko's scarred cheek. She ran her thumb over the line where the scarred skin met smooth. She followed the border back to his ear and rested her still damp palm against the rough topography of his mottled skin. Then she leaned up slowly, giving Zuko time to pull away. His eyes widened in shock, but he stood still for her.

"Katara, what-"

"Shh," Katara put a finger against his lips. Then she pressed a kiss on his scarred cheek. It was like a bolt of electricity shot through him. Zuko thought Katara would pull away, but instead she brought her hands to his shoulders for leverage and kissed him again, this time on his brow, then again near his jaw. Zuko swallowed hard and brought his hands up to rest on her waist. His eyes had drifted shut under Katara's ministrations, and she took the opportunity to kiss his scarred eyelid. Zuko couldn't really feel it. The nerves beneath his scar were almost completely deadened, but he could feel the pressure of her lips. It was the first time anyone besides Iroh had touched that part of his face so gently. Well, no, he reflected. That's not quite true. Katara had touched his scar before, but this...this was different. Soon Katara had kissed every part of his scar that she could easily reach, and to Zuko's dismay, she pulled back. He opened his eyes to find her gazing up at him with a soft look he couldn't quite place. One hand was still on his shoulder and the other was once again pressed to his face, with her thumb stroking his scar gently.

"I won't push you," Katara said, her voice trembling slightly. "If you're not comfortable yet, that's fine. But you don't have to hide from us, Zuko." He nodded mutely, almost too scared to breathe. Neither of them moved for a long, expectant moment. Finally Katara stepped back, her hand ghosting down Zuko's arms to clasp his hands loosely for a beat before at last breaking contact. There was a faint blush on her cheeks and she smiled shyly. Then without another word, she left the kitchen.

At breakfast the next day, Zuko sat down next to Katara. Sokka had already claimed the seat to her left, so he settled in the empty space to her right.

#atla #zutara #ask prompts #story prompts #fluff #waff #stolen kisses #fanfic #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

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cr3sswellsgf · 24 days

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miss you terribly - maiko week '24 day 2

prompt - separation. in which zuko (accidentally) sends mai a bunch of letters while traveling. still pathetically in love.

Spending time away from Mai was hard. That was, Zuko thought, a universal truth.

Needless to say, Zuko hated spending time away from her, but, much to his dismay, with him being the newly appointed Firelord (with a mission of uniting the four nations and bringing peace, no less), he had a lot of political affairs to take care of, which included far too much traveling and time away from his darling. So, to combat the pure, unfathomable agony that was having to sleep in a bed all lonely and alone and in his lonesome—he deserved massive compensation and many pats on the back for surviving these trying times, truly— he’d taken to writing letters.

At first, he had started writing them as a way to fill his time and cope with the boredom of traveling alone, and he would just keep them in a small pocket in his luggage— that is, he was too shy to send them to her. He knew that, rationally, it shouldn’t have been a big deal. It was normal to send letters to your significant other when you were away, dammit! But he still couldn’t let go of that small part of him that was afraid she would, worst case scenario, think it was weird and corny, or, best case scenario, wouldn’t care much for the notion altogether.

He knew that that, too, was completely irrational. Irrational to an embarrassing extent, even.

Mai loved and accepted him. She’d shown that time and time again. She’d supported him and stood by him through the worst times of his life. Times when, he thought, he absolutely did not deserve that unconditional love from her. He still thought he didn’t deserve that, sometimes. So thinking she would judge him for writing letters was just plain stupid honestly, but for now, he was satisfied keeping them hidden.

“Firelord Zuko,” his personal assistant called out, interrupting his train of thought. He sighed and put away the piece of parchment he’d just finished signing off; it was another letter. The fourth or fifth one this week, if he had to guess. Not that he was setting aside time daily to write them or anything. Or that he’d started that ritual months ago, and by now had probably accumulated over a thousand letters. Totally not that whatsoever. Absolutely not.

“Come in.”

“Sir, you are required in the meeting hall.”

He held back the urge to snort. Yeah, sure, require him in the meeting hall, why don’t you?

He shoved the letter among a small stack of papers on his desk, official documents he’d have to send out and such. It was frustrating when fellow nation leaders treated him like a child. Sure, he was only eighteen, but it seemed that everyone conveniently forgot that he practically saved the world with the Avatar.

“I will be right with you,” he replied tightly, effectively dismissing his assistant.

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

Mai was in her chambers when she got a knock on the door, and Ty Lee, who was hanging out with her that day and had stepped out momentarily to retrieve a package that had just arrived in the mail, told her that something had arrived for her.

A stack of letters.

“From Zuko?” she asked, repeating what her friend had just said in confusion.

“Yup!” Ty Lee grinned and tossed the large stack of envelopes onto her friend’s bed. “Boyfie’s clearly been missing you then.”

Mai smiled, huffing out an amused breath. She’d wondered if he’d ever get the courage to send her those letters.

She’d stumbled upon some letters a while back, when Zuko had asked her to retrieve something from his room, and she ended up accidentally looking through the wrong set of drawers. She didn’t read them of course, though she’d noticed they were all addressed to her and dated over something like seven months’ time, out of respect for him.

So it was safe to say she was at least a little happy that he’d sent her some. Mai excitedly grabbed the letters, unable to hold back the giddy grin on her face. She had really missed him. “I’m so glad,” she said truthfully, counting the envelopes in her hand.

“Oh, my God, this must be, like, a letter for everyday he’s been gone,” Ty Lee said in amazement, having been counting along with her friend. “See? I told you you had nothing to worry about!”

Mai smiled, blush rising on her cheeks. Ty Lee was referring to a concern Mai had brought up to her earlier. She was talking about how it kind of upset her when Zuko would go on trips without her and they’d have to go so long without any form of contact. She knew he enjoyed writing letters, and that to him, it wasn’t just one of those things he did out of necessity. He appreciated the intimacy of exchanging handwritten letters, said there was something special about getting to see the little ink splotches, the differences in penmanship, the scratched out words and phrases when someone has a change of mind, the misspelled words, even the different type of paper everyone used said so much about them.

“So then why doesn’t he send me any?” she’d complained to Ty Lee, burying her face in her pillow, frustrated.

Mai was the type to bottle her feelings, and she wasn’t really much for having heart-to-hearts. Of course, she was always willing to lend a listening ear to her friends, and was very empathetic and caring, contrary to what people might think, but she rarely talked about her own feelings. She’d always been that way, never really knew how to articulate her feelings well, and felt weird doing it, too, so at some point she’d just stopped trying altogether.

So for her to be telling Ty Lee about this right now really spoke to how hurt she must’ve been feeling, even if she wanted to play it off as some casual thought that had occurred to her.

Ty Lee had told her that she was probably just overthinking it and that there was nothing to worry about, but she’d felt incredibly for her friend.

“Well, I’ll leave you to read those.” Ty Lee winked at Mai, grinning. “I need to head back now anyway.”

Mai frowned, not wanting her friend to leave so soon, but Ty Lee insisted that she really did need to go, so Mai begrudgingly walked her out. Once back in her room, though, Mai shut the door and jumped onto her bed, grabbing for the letters again.

She gingerly opened the first one and started reading.

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

Mai,

How are you, my love?

I trust that everything is well over at the Fire Nation, mostly because no one has sent me any concerning correspondences, but more than that, I trust you wholeheartedly. More importantly, though, I hope you’re doing well.

I, for one, am not.

I miss you terribly. This trip so far has been unbearable, and I wish very badly that you were here. At least then these meetings wouldn’t be as utterly boring. Did you know that they wish to impose sanctions on cabbage selling here? I thought it was quite the odd thing to take issue with, at first, but apparently there is a ‘bigger picture’ or something.

Anyway, today is our half-anniversary. And I know you don’t get the concept of half-anniversaries, because ‘why celebrate prematurely?’—yes, I am still salty about that— but I still think it is worth celebrating. I think love is always worth celebrating, especially ours. This is why I thought of sending over a gift anyway, but I was afraid it would get lost on the way.

Regardless, happy half-anniversary. I love you and I miss you and I cannot wait to get home so I can look at your pretty face.

Yours always,

Zuko

˗ ♡ ˗

Mai,

Did you know that some turtleducks can live up to thousands of years? I learnt that from a particularly riveting trivia book I found in our library, years ago. It was back when we had broken up, that one time. I was so miserable I filled my time with reading through the palace’s collection of books. Some were admittedly a lot more entertaining than others, but I ended up amassing a lot of random facts about wholly unrelated topics, so I wouldn’t say it was a complete waste.

For example, did you know that kissing someone you love prolongs your lifetime exponentially? As in, the more kisses the better.

Okay, I totally just made that up as an excuse to get more kisses, but you believed it for a second there, didn’t you? It sounds believable enough, if you ask me. (And hey, better safe than sorry, right?)

There’s really no purpose for this letter, if I’m completely honest. There’s nothing for me to report on, and there’s nothing specific on my mind I want to share with you or anything, but I believe there is something to be said about the beauty in the mundane; something about being able to appreciate the ordinary things with the people you love most. Something about those meaningless conversations where the sound of a lover’s voice matters more than what they’re actually saying. Something about listening for the sake of listening. Loving for the sake of loving. Ceaselessly and unconditionally.

I don’t think I could ever tire of hearing you talk.

Yours always,

Zuko

˗ ♡ ˗

Mai,

I suspect this will be a shorter letter, because I really only have one thing to tell you. I don’t think I say it enough, and even though I don’t presently plan on showing you these letters, I think I’d like to say it anyway.

Thank you.

Thank you for being there. Thank you for staying. Thank you for not giving up on me even when you had every right to. Thank you for loving me, even when I don’t deserve it. Thank you for allowing me to love you. Thank you for accepting my love. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for showing me time and time again that I don’t need to constantly try so hard around you, but still unintentionally pushing me to be my best regardless. Thank you for putting me in my place when I’m an asshole. Thank you for calling me out on my shortcomings, but always being impossibly loving about it. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for laughing at my jokes. Thank you for staying up to talk on those nights I can’t sleep. Thank you for soothing my worries away when they get too suffocating. Thank you for listening. Thank you for talking.

I could go on, but I probably don’t have enough paper on me right now, so I’ll settle for saying this: Thank you for existing. You’re my favourite person, by a long shot. I love you. I’m glad you exist.

Yours always,

Zuko

˗ ♡ ˗

Mai,

What do you think about marriage?

I know we’ve talked about this before, but it always seemed like a faraway possibility. We were so young then, but now, we’re, well… older..?

God, I suck at this.

What I’m trying to say is: Are you still open to the idea of marrying me?

This is not me proposing, of course, but it has admittedly been on my mind a lot lately. To clarify, I know we’re in it for the long haul. I am absolutely and utterly and hopelessly devoted to you, marriage or not. I don’t care about titles, for I don’t think any official title could add to or take away from the brilliance of our love. I am yours as long as you will have me.

But sometimes I worry I am depriving you of something you might long for. So, please, answer me this. Would you do me the honour of marrying me, someday? It could be extravagant, full of big, fancy fruit tarts or whatever it is you may desire, or it could be a private affair with just us. Whatever it is, I am at your service. That is, of course, only if you want to. I don’t think I need an official document to prove what I feel for you (though I think it may be beneficial for you on a political front, too, with me being Firelord and all?), but if it is something you desire, I would be more than happy to oblige.

This letter is weird, and I suppose this is me saying that I want so desperately to marry you. I love loving you, and I want to be able to do it until my last breath, if you’ll allow me. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m glad you exist. I am forever and always—

Yours,

Zuko

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

And so the letters went on. They varied in length and content. Some had her laughing and blushing, while others had her heart aching.

She concluded that these letters were probably sent mistakenly, but she realised she didn’t really mind. He was bound to have noticed this by now, so it was only a matter of time before he sent some indication of that. Either in the form of another letter, or just him coming home and them having a conversation about this.

It would probably be the latter, though, if she was honest.

Unless… A thought occurred to her.

She was going to write a letter of her own.

She let out a quiet giggle, he was so not gonna see this coming.

Pulling out a piece of her really special letter paper (the kind she only saved for really special occasions), she sighed, her mind already constructing and reconstructing the letter she was going to write. When she began writing, she realised why Zuko liked exchanging letters so much. It was much more special than she’d anticipated.

Maybe—hopefully—they’d make this a habit. She really loved this boy, didn’t she?

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@/kvohru on twt & ao3!

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zukkaart · 2 months

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I have an ideeaaaa

So I’m gonna make an Ao3 series each based on a Stick Season song, BUT to make sure they’re not just the same thing over and over, each one is going to have a different main plot device. AND I’m gonna let the people pick the ship!

So first come first served. Lmk what AtLA ship you want to see for what song! See below for songs and plots (links to the lyrics are provided)

Northern Attitude: four nations, four languages

Stick Season: I’ve been hiking all day and I’m absolutely NOT lost but uhhh could I maybe stay at your campsite?

All my love: PLEASE pretend to be my bf/gf this weirdo won’t leave me alone

She Calls Me Back: Soulmates have matching tattoos

Come Over: no I mean it you can’t come over my family is insane

New Perspective: A is deaf, B is CODA

Everywhere, Everything: Flower shop owner / tattoo artist

Orange Juice: I was dragged to this party and I hate everyone here

Strawberry Wine: first date

Growing Sideways: A is burning the candle at both ends, B has to talk them off the ledge of a mental breakdown

Halloween: haunting/being haunted

Homesick: what it says on the tin, A is homesick

Still: The first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed on your body

The View Between Villages: adult A gets snapped back into their S1 self via spirit world shenanigans

Your Needs, My Needs: love at first sight

Dial Drunk: A gets arrested, B has to bail them out

Paul Revere: I just moved to a new town, my apartment fell through. Help?

No Complaints: Amnesia

Call Your Mom: my family is more screwed up than yours, prove me wrong

You’re Gonna Go Far: At exactly midnight on new years following your 16th birthday, you get 5 minutes in your soulmates body

Please rb/comment so i can get as many ships as possible! Thank you!

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zkmythicalcreaturesweek · 8 months

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2023 ZKMC Prompts

October 22nd - October 28th

Like last year, we have two prompts per day. The first is a monster/creature prompt and the second is a vibe/style prompt. You can use just one or both!

Thank you to everyone who voted! Prompts also listed below the cut.

Day 1: Magic Mirror --- Ancient

Day 2: Vampires and/or Werewolves --- Revenge

Day 3: Hunter/Monster --- Cure

Day 4: Angels & Demons --- Constellations

Day 5: Living Statues --- Sleep

Day 6: Talking Objects --- Asian Folklore

Day 7: Soul Eaters --- Disguise

#zutara #zkmythicalcreaturesweek #katara #zuko #zkmc #zutara event #zuko x katara #atla event #katara x zuko #prompts #2023 prompts #zkmc 2023 #mythical creatures #zk mythical creatures #zk #fanart #fanfic #atla fandom #zutara fandom

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anki-of-beleriand · 4 months

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After some consideration, and reading all your ideas and the discussions we had about the next story, I came up with the following ideas.

Story 1

Water. Earth. Fire. Air.

In every generation the Avatar had been the representation of balance. He had been unique, mastering the four elements while becoming a bridge between the human and spiritual world. But then, darkness grew back into the world, the Avatar was no more.

In the search for answers, Grand Master Stephen Strange, high member of the White Lotus set on a quest that led him to the most curious encounter between two rival Kingdoms that held the key to bring peace back into the world.

Story 2

There is war amongst the gods.

Darkness came lurking into the world, years after the second Titan War, the Big Three broke the oath once more and as the fates may have wanted it new demigods were brought into play.

While trying to get your life together by working and studying in the communal college, you found yourself being chased by creatures out of a Hollywood movie. Your life had been on the brink of destruction if it hadn't been by a mysterious brunette, that came from the shadows to save your life. You thought everything had been a dream until, the next morning you found yourself under the spell of green eyes and a Trident hanging above your head while the sky broke into a thunderstorm.

Story 3

You found yourself smiling, your hands flickering to hold the woman in front of you. It was never about being good or bad, the dark and the light side. It was about love. It was about lust. It was about power. Your smirk grew when Wanda let out the needy whimper through her parted lips, your hand teasing her senses in ways the Jedi could never even fathom. You promised yourself once that Wanda would be yours. And here she was, ready to be taken.

Story 4

The Hunger Games was her chance to prove to everyone she was capable of the name Maximoff. She had been the subject of the mocking, and the rejections by the highest figures in the Capitol. But when the chance rose to be a mentor, she took it without thinking of the consequences. She would never imagine she would mentor a young woman from District 13 and that her mentorship would end up in a revolution.

So this is it, Bad Liar is about to be finished and next would be a Heart Made of Glass but I would like to start on a new project and I am open to your opinions!

#personal #fanfic #wanda maximoff x reader #imagine wanda maximoff #female reader #fantasy prompts #PJO-MCU #Hunger Games - MCU #star Wars-MCU #ATLA-MCU

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atla-fanfic-prompts · 2 years

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ATLA Fanfic Prompt #2

- In which werewolves exist, and Zuko gets bitten at some point during Book One. A sort of AU, canon divergence- werewolves exist in the ATLA universe, strange and mysterious, rare creatures that are thought by many to be extinct, or simple myth. As it turns out, they are very much real, and Zuko is the unfortunate victim of an attack. Zuko, not fully realizing what it was that attacked him, thinks nothing of it beyond treating the wounds. That is, until the full moon, during General Zhao’s attack on the Northern Water Tribe.

---- Extra Ideas: - In this universe, werewolves can learn to control themselves during transformations, but it takes quite a bit of mental training, and the first few transformations will always result in a werewolf completely losing control and succumbing to their base animalistic instincts. Even in those who have learned to maintain control, animal instincts always exist in the background, ready to take over at a moment’s notice.

- After the first transformation, werewolves begin to develop animal-like senses even in their human form, such as enhanced sense of smell and hearing... and a craving for raw meat. This also comes with some slight animalistic tendencies, such as growling when irritated.

- Even after losing control, some werewolves are still able to recognize, to some level, people that they are close to and care strongly about, which is sometimes enough to prevent them from attacking them. A wild Zuko may not attack Iroh, even if his wild self does not fully recognize him.

- Considering a full moon occurs during Book Three, while Zuko is in the Fire Nation... if events do not lead him to join Team Avatar early by this point, then the Fire Nation may have to deal with a rampaging werewolf Zuko. This could lead to quite a lot of conflict between him and his family, even before the Day of Black Sun.

#zuko #atla #avatar: the last airbender #werewolves #werewolf zuko #fanfic prompts #atla fanfic prompts #fanfiction

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s0larts · 3 months

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MHA X ATLA

[ Yagi angst doodle idea ]

! LOUD AUDIO WARNING !

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hanasnx · 2 months

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this might be kind of an obvious assumption but i’ve always pictured zuko (aged up or in his fire lord arc) to be very into praise. now this could work in a soft dom kinda way or maybe even a subby way but personally i like the idea of a praise kink!soft dom zuko idk

MINORS DNI 18+

“There you go. That’s it.” ZUKO croons, stroking your hair back with his hand. Loving and tender, he eases you into taking him, the sensation of your hole ever so gradually opening up around him causes his breath to hitch in his throat. “You’re doing well, how does it feel?” Oddly formal, you still find him endearing, scoffing into a tired smile. Foreplay was tumultuous as usual, a wrestle match of eager tongues and reaching limbs, pinning each other and by the time he’s reintroducing his cock to your sex you’re already spent from the orgasms leading up to it.

“Good, my lord, feels so good.” The affectionate petname plays coyly off your grinning lips, and he tsks.

“Enough of that. You know what I want to hear.” he reiterates, calling back to a time in which he scolded you for addressing him as your superior.

“Zuko,” you breathe, and he sighs at the sweet sound, capitalizing on the momentum by sinking in to the hilt. You gasp at the sensation of being filled, your soft tissue already overstimulated from how long he’d gone down on it prior to this.

“Yes,” he encourages in a grateful exhale, bowing his head to tuck between yours and your shoulder. His hands clutch onto you, pressing you as close to him as possible, until your lungs have little room to inflate. “Say it again.” he whispers.

“Oh, Zuko,” you purr, pleasure running away with you. Fire ignites within him as his name is chanted, using it as drive to rut into you. Back and forth, the velvety skin of his cock drags across your insides that send tingles like electricity up your spine. His lips brush your collarbone every time he bottoms out, a new layer of sweat permeates both of you, mixing the salt together as his pace quickens.

“Very good. Please—continue.” The subtle beg spurs you on, and his name on your lips grows in volume and haste as he matches your energy, fucking into you as you encourage him. The son of the Fire Nation had gone by many names, especially in enemy territory under disguise. His identity was concealed for his safety, and now you may speak it freely. Call him by his name.

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kyoshi-era-week-24 · 2 months

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KYOSHI ERA WEEK 2024:

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To commemorate The Rise of Kyoshi’s 5th anniversary on July 16th, the Kyoshi Era Week 2024 will happen from July 14th to July 21st! That’s a Sunday to Sunday week and we'd like to present writers and artists three prompts per day, so we’ll need 24 prompts total.

Thanks to everybody who contributed, we’ve collected more than a hundred amazing prompts! We’re so excited about each and every prompt, but we’ll have to choose only 24. So, we’d like you to vote on the prompts you like the most! From today to April 14th, we’ll hold 12 polls with 9 options each and the two most voted options in each poll will be added to the event.

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lifewtr · 6 months

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and the difference is this | M+ | 1/7

After a horrible moment that leaves her befuddled, Katara seeks out the most undesirable route to her problem. For Zutara Week 2023 (@zutaraweek), Day 5 + 6: Respite, Forge.

Katara stares at the envelope in her lap. Sighs. The bleak scent of antiseptic clean burns its way up her nose and stings at the back of her eyes, pricking harshly at her tear ducts. 72 hours in this hospital bed, and you’d think she’d be used to the smell of 99.99% nothing by now.

“..checked for underlying abnormalities, of course. There were none,” her doctor, an older woman with a shock of long, white hair, continues explaining details that flow through one ear and out of the other. Katara understands innately, by the tone of the doctor’s voice, that the woman is only trying to do her job in reassuring her that everything is going to be fine; at least, as fine as can be considering the circumstances, but...

‘But,’ Katara thinks as she stares, unseeing, at the corners of the paper, ‘it seems the shock has finally caught up with me.’

Just yesterday—no. Three days ago, Katara had landed in Yu Dao with nary a thought to her wellbeing aside from, maybe, the headache she would surely acquire from the week of back to back meetings that had awaited her. Always the prepared one—always mindful of her blood and the disdain the rest of the world tended to dish at those like her because of it—she had carefully and meticulously planned her trip in order to encounter the least amount of resistance possible. Her cycle was on track. The usual scent and pheromone suppressants necessary to navigate life outside of the South Pole were introduced into her system normally, just two weeks prior. She had even gone out of her way to get well and thoroughly debauched the night before her morning flight—just in case.

Imagine her surprise when, only a few short hours after checking into the lodging at the Embassy and venturing out for something to eat, she’d nearly fainted with the dizzying onset symptoms of pre-heat.

She hadn't been able to get to the nearest emergency clinic fast enough. In hindsight she discerned that returning to the Embassy was the smarter thing to do, but in her bit of panic, in her bit of pre-heat, the only thing that had been on her mind was making it fucking stop.

The emergency clinic staff had gotten one whiff of her—one look at the wad of cash she’d dug out of her purse—and then promptly stuck her in an empty room in an unoccupied wing. Three cups of ice chips and a hefty injection of the fastest-acting heat inhibitor on hand later, Katara remembered who she was, where she was, why, and did not stay for paperwork or questions.

Thank La for money.

Frazzled, upset at her body’s strange bout of betrayal, and undeniably starving after the brief stint of overtime her immune system had just pulled, Katara ordered delivery on her walk back to the Embassy in the hopes that it would arrive before she did. ‘The most random thing just happened,’ she’d texted Suki the details, not one to alarm the entirety of her family if it wasn’t bad-bad, and left a shorter, though similar voicemail for her primary care physician back home. The instant relief of the heat inhibitor and the late-summer air of the evening on her walk back to her lodging had calmed her into concluding that it really was a freak occurrence—it wasn’t her first time in Yu Dao, but she did used to get ill when hopping from country to country as a kid. She’d concluded, with the distant mind of someone used to compartmentalizing their immediate issues in the face of tasks-needing-to-be-completed, that the incident was similar. She took a plane into the city this time around, and maybe she should just stick to boats.

The food she’d ordered had indeed been waiting for her by the time she’d flashed her badge at the guards posted at the Embassy’s western entrance, and then again at the receptionists desk where she gleefully collected it from. ‘See? Everything is fine,’ she’d told herself while swiping the keycard to her suite. She felt good, considering, and then even better once she’d tucked into her steaming plate of korma-smothered komodo chicken. She reviewed a few notes on her tablet while she sipped away at her rose-milk, as she definitely would be at that meeting first thing in the morning, and did not resist when fatigue finally poked at her.

‘Fine,’ she remembers thinking after she had finally showered; after she had taken an actual, no-nonsense moment to observe her physical state with the glow of her own hands. Clean, lotioned, and not at all freaking out anymore, Katara had set out her clothes and gone to bed.

Three hours later she woke up shaking. Burning. Covered in icy sweat and so nauseous that her vision dotted black in her efforts to roll over and flick the bedside lamp on.

“Oh,” she remembers gasping out, guttural and disgustingly sick with the scent of her own over-ripeness; with the aching, pulsating flare of painful need that had suddenly wracked through her womb, “what the fuck.”

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