#zutara fics
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azula in fanfiction
i really, deeply adore when fics explore azula after the war. when they give her the space to be different, to be messy and unhealed and traumatized. I really really love when writers give azula the space to be a multi-dimensional character who is not just a villain. when they decide: no, azula is not just a villain. she's not just mentally ill. she's not just her trauma. she is a multitude of things and I will now express that.
I think most notably of Once Around the Sun by eleventy7. The farewell to Azula in their fic (I promise, no serious spoilers) has stayed with me since I read it. I think about it, nearly, every day. The heart of that fic, honestly, is Azula to me. Without her, it wouldn't be the same story or have the same effect. I will always think about Akina. (read the fic, you'll get it).
More recently, I really adored how @wewere-angels wrote Azula's change and healing in everything i am (sorry, i won't shut up about this fic). The way that instead of Azula being isolated both in-story and out; she is surrounded by her family and friends. She is allowed connections and to heal; to regress and progress again. She isn't on a linear track of one thing: healed or insane. And I love it. (Thank you).
#text post#zutara fanfiction#zutara#zutara fics#atla#atla fanfic#atla fanfiction#katara#zuko#azula#azula fanfiction#azula fanfic#wewere-angels#eleventy7#everything i am#everything i am fanfic#once around the sun#once around the sun fanfic#please read this fics#they've changed me#they've changed what i like to see in a zutara story.
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I love reading zutara modern AUs so much for no reason. Every author has such a different view on what they would be what their life situations would be like, worldbuilding, ect. but each of them allow for such a different, raw sort of understanding of the characters that I think we can really only explore by putting them in a completely different universe. Anyway a million kudos to zutara fic writers I love you all so much
#zutara#avatar the last airbender#atla#zuko#katara#katara x zuko#zuko x katara#zutara fics#zutara modern au
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do you have any zutara or atla fic recs?
Oh yes! I have plenty!
Fluffy fics
Questions & Answers by @gemgirl28
Kya and Lu Ten learn about the Hundred Years War, and Kya has a lot of questions for her Father about his role in the war.
Or
The Steambabies learn the origin of Zuko's scar.
A Month of Sundays by ok_boomerang
Fire Lord Zuko is desperately trying, and continuously failing, to successfully propose to Ambassador Katara. She's oblivious; everyone else is entertained. Meanwhile, Zuko is giving weekly Sunday speeches to the Fire Nation in an effort to help his people feel closer to their government.
This effort was not supposed to include telling the entire Fire Nation about his plans for a future with Katara before even she knew about them. But it's fine! They promised not to tell!
Even Dragons Need Hugs by EKWolf2020
Zuko is missing his wife while off for business. While she is gone, he can't help but feel prickly and clearly misses having her near him.
Fire Dance by HomeAgainRose
Zuko goes with the gang following the events of Crossroads of Destiny. This is what happens when they're first in the Fire Nation and Aang ends up at the Fire Nation School.
Katara wasn't exactly prepared for the feelings that come out.
little rays of starlight by JasmineTeaLatte
Izumi had been a mere babe during her first and only trip to the Southern Water Tribe, back before Druk had even joined their family or the twins were even born. She remembered freezing white snow flurries and huddling in her father’s arms for warmth, but little else...
Or, the Fire Lord and his wife take their infant daughter out on a trip to see the Southern Lights during the crown princess' first visit to the Southern Water Tribe.
Takes place in the timeline of "The Phoenix and the Dragon" but can be read as a standalone.
vitamin z by thetasteoflies
Katara has a cold and there's only one person in the world she wants to see.
Angst/More Mature Fics
Incendiary by Anon
Bizarrely, the first thing Katara felt was a wave of relief.
Zuko. Not Ozai. They just wanted her to marry Prince Zuko.
And then the horror of it washed over her, cold and harsh and insistent; an iron grip on her heart.
Past the World's Horizon by Mauve_Avenger / @the-badger-mole
When Katara finds herself with an unwanted secret admirer, she and Zuko end up on a frightening adventure.
The Scourge of the Mo Ce Sea by ajstyling
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and with one look at her face he understood the truth of her words. She would kill him and not lose a minute of sleep.
i'm still here by owedbetter
"You see me."
And somehow, that makes all the difference.
thicker than water by akaiiko
Zuko tries to pick up the pieces of Katara.
AUs/Slice of Life fics
The Worst Prisoner series by @emletish-fish
What if Sokka was there during the events of the Blue Spirit? What if he accidentally kidnapped Zuko? It's not a poor life choice of it's an accodent, right?
The Prince of the Fire Nation by HarrisonHolmes2014
Zuko was raised in the Fire Nation royal family alongside his sister Azula. He has never known any life outside the palace, his family, or his homeland. But when two slaves claim that he is their brother, Zuko must face a destiny he never asked for.
The Fire and the Flood by @badlucksav
Katara has lived in the same town with the same people her whole life, and since the death of her mother, she feels like her life has been on hold. But then she meets Zuko, an intriguing stranger, and everything changes.
what you want is what i want by zelzenik
Katara isn't alone. She has Bumi and Kya. The three of them are family.
Zuko isn't alone either. He has Izumi. The two of them are family.
But maybe... just maybe, they can all be family together.
It Runs In The Family by Anon
Katara and Zuko were a lot of things. War heroes. Master benders. Fire Lord and Fire Lady. Their favorite occupation? Parents. They'd managed to find each other again and had children, who are part of a brand new world and mixed nations family. While isn't exactly easy, as shown through a repeating series parent teacher conferences.
Or basically, steambaby shenanigans because they have Sokka as their uncle and how could they not be wreaking havoc?
Shameless Self Plugs
They have stolen the heart inside you; but this does not define you series
At a young age, Katara is taken to the Fire Nation as the first candidate in an experiment to assimilate the 'savages' instead of wiping them out. She grows up alongside the Royal Family before eventually escaping. Years later, an oddly familiar Fire Nation solider shows up at her village looking for the Avatar.
Kintsugi series
Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with gold. It treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.
Zuko is tortured by Ozai after helping Katara and Aang escape Ba Sing Se.
Head Above Water
While running away from home after the Agni Kai, Zuko befriends a curious mermaid. He later learns how protective merfolk are.
Dead Hearts
Ozai is a mass serial killer who forces Zuko to lure his victims to him. It’s the same drill for as long as Zuko could remember until his father sets eyes on the new girl who just moved from the Southern Water Tribe.
Let beauty come out of ashes
Zuko is done with Spirit tales. Everyone knew worthless nobodies like him didn’t receive happy endings. He wasn’t even allowed to go to the ball to see his love, a veiled waterbender he met in the woods, in person. Zuko lost all hope until a mysterious dragon helped him with a bit of magic.
Always With Me
While moving away from the only home she’d ever known, Katara finds herself spirited away to a strange in between realm. There, she struggles to ink out a living with the help of a mysterious masked boy who promised to get her home.
Are There Still Beautiful Things?
Katara befriends a lonely boy and they spend the summer together until he suddenly moves away. She doesn't learn the dark truth about why he left until years later.
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the way incendiary has a chokehold on the zutara fandom rn, @roslynwrites really fucking ate
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Any fic recs on Zuko's reaction to Aang kissing Katara without consent in EIP?
The day that I can search/filter my history on ao3 will be GLORIOUS but
not that I can specifically call to mind, and especially not from Zuko's POV. There's so many great fics that do address Aang kissing Katara in EIP, but again most of the ones I've seen focus on Katara's reaction and her feeling supported by Zuko when he finds out.
that being said, if anyone has any recs for fics like this, please share!
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Hey I noticed said you bookmarked Songofhopeandhonor's works on ao3. Would you mind sharing please??
I AM SO SORRY I BARELY LOG ON HERE 😭
okay listen I just went through my bookmarks and found whatever zutara stories that are orphaned on there.
I CAN'T REMEMBER IF THEY ARE THEIRS so please forgive me. I am Old.
Hope you find some you enjoy!
House of the Rising Sun
Compelled by the driving need to exact vengeance upon the man who murdered her mother, Katara poses as a Fire Nation noble's illegitimate child and flings herself headlong into the decadent Fire Court. And although her resolve is great, Katara may not survive the web of lies and hatred that binds the royal family.
Walk of Shame
Katara's goals for the semester are relatively modest; playing an inebriated round of Never Have I Ever with her coworkers and subsequently getting drunk-married to her boss's nephew is not something she had the foresight to take into account.
Her newest goal: secure an annulment before her brother and father get wind of this disaster. On the bright side, she's that much closer to ticking 'virginity loss' off her bucket list. Modern AU. Zutara.
Agni's Fever
She decides that she loves him for both the fire lilies and the brimstone on his breath. Oneshot. Zutara.
Zuko’s hands snag around her wrists. His body is a long line of tension, and now that he’s reared up on his knees to match her stance, she notices that his chest is as bare as it is soaked. “You can’t even begin to understand what’s happening to me."
“I’m trying to understand,” Katara grits. “Isn’t that what you wanted from me from the very beginning?”
oracle bones
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.
Ship to Wreck
But Katara didn’t bend at any of them. She rocked back a step, then two, then three. Her foot lashed out, and Zuko jumped back from a kick that never came.
Katara dragged the toe of her furred boot across the deck, drawing an invisible demarcation. “Just stay on your side of the ferry, and I’ll stay on mine!"
The Shape of Things
Seven's a good number," is all that Sokka has to say about it. Because he's an asshole.
other stories in this series
Love's Child
His hands—his graceful hands with their sharp knuckles and tapered fingertips, and their calluses from Firebending and sword fighting—would cup over her abdomen sometimes. They would curve gently over the pregnancy-hardened skin of her stomach, trace up and over the prominent veins in her swollen breasts.
Like Razors On My Lips
She ensconces herself in an enemy shrine only to bump into the one enemy she is unprepared to face. Set early Book 3.
Katara curls her tongue between her teeth, ready to demand what he is doing here, but the question, the frantic, horrified question, freezes into tangible blocks inside of her mouth. Of course he is here, of course, because he's always, always had a bad habit of turning up exactly where she and the others are, even if he never catches them. Ba Sing Se, that Earth Kingdom nunnery, Roku's Temple—another holy place, but will she turn out as fortunate now as she did then?
build me a city
Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. [Zutara Month 2014]
Fathom
something always brings me back to you. zutara. jetara.
#zutara#zutara fics#zutara fic recs#asks#zuko x katara#fic#i wrote none of these my zutara fics have been lost since 2008#I AM SO OLD
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Pray give me thy fluffiest Zutara fics for a weary soul
i'm not entirely sure if you're asking for fics i wrote, or just fluffy fics i love in general, but i'll just give you both since i don't have that many published zk fics up at the moment!
my fics:
serendipity: a purely indulgent modern au about yoga student! zuko and yoga teacher! katara. there's some angst towards the end but it all ends happily and it's really just a shameless pile of fluff. this was also my first ever zk fic so i have a special place in my heart for it <3
the threads of home: written in response to all the "katara would lose her culture if she got with zuko!" antis, where katara grapples with how to blend traditions. the beginning is more a discussion of culture and home, but the ending is pure zk fluff.
my favourites:
my lord, this reminds me of when we were young by akaiiko: this is the cutest old! zk fic i've ever read and i adore it.
please (don't) meet me under the mistletoe by akaiiko: modern au! zuko meets katara while hiding from his ex girlfriend at a christmas party. one of my go to zk fluff fics!
a warm embrace by ewinkie: post TSR, zuko and katara can only fall asleep in each other's arms so they start sleeping in the same bed platonically, except the feelings they're having aren't quite so platonic. super duper cute.
sunshowers by taliax: following the final agni kai, katara finds a somewhat delirious zuko talking to the turtleducks about her. yes, it's just as sweet as you'd expect.
partners in learning by @evergreenonthehorizon: modern au with single parent! zuko and teacher! katara. there is some angst and minor character death, but overall it's just delightfully fluffy and soft.
i don't speak meow language by boogum: katara is turned into a cat, and zuko adopts her. i know it sounds whack but i promise you won't regret it if you give it a chance. featuring grumpy katara, soft zuko, and many forbidden feelings ;)
half past closing by damagectrl: modern teashop au with college student katara and tea shop worker zuko. need i say more?
your body made of matches by burnshoney: soft married zk on the morning after their wedding!
just improvise by boogum: when the gaang is found out at the ember island marketplace, they must pretend to be the ember island players. too bad the crowd is made up of zutara shippers who demand a re enactment of the crystal catacombs scene. what can zuko and katara do but comply?
awkward by @soopersara: before the comet, zuko tries to cheer katara up by showing her his baby pictures. classic awkward turtleduck zuko, super sweet and cute!
stone carvings by likesummerrainn: zuko plans a proposal but it doesn't quite go the way he expects.
always the bridesmaid by bluenebulae: zuko is katara's blind date to sukka's wedding! very soft and wholesome :)
i hope you enjoy these anon!
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Betty by Taylor swift is like the perfect zutara high school au storyline/plot. I can see the whole fic in my head now. Ugh now I’m just going to daydream about it constantly.
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This was written eons ago; I was barely out of teenagerdom. 💀 just feeling nostalgic, and I actually like this piece. Maybe someone out there will, too.
Part of a larger headfic; post FBM, Katara and Zuko make their way across the Fire Nation on a mission (it's a long story). During the course of their trip into the heart of the Fire Nation, they stop at one small village that lies just beyond the coast of the mainland; Vei Hong. It is there that they discover that some of the old traditions are still kept alive, one in particular being dancing...
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Feels Like Rain
She moved like a storm on the sea, push and pull, rise and fall. Dusky, slender arms turned to glowing bronze in the light of the bonfire as she trailed them above her, weaving with the rest of her body. Wiry, strong feet kicked up dust, the motes dancing around her legs like glittering smoke. He lost sight of her for a moment as the dancers continued to dart in and out of the firelight, then there she was again, a light sheen of sweat covering her brow and collarbone. Her unbound hair had a life of its own, sweeping across her face as she spun around, only to ripple and twist behind her, like an opened fan across her bare shoulders and back.
He was too far away to see the details of her eyes, but when she would turn, he imagined he could make out the spark that burned there. And that dress...damn the flowershop girl for lending it to her. The cream-colored material clung in soft, crinkling folds to her torso and hips, the capped sleeves pulled down her arms to leave her shoulders bare. As she twisted and leapt backwards, arms swinging around her, the gold-edged hem did its own pirouette around her shockingly tan thighs, skimming across the tops of them as the girl came back down to earth.
It was far too short for her, who he was so used to seeing in concealing leggings and a long tunic. She was too practical for an outfit of that...that...brevity. The Agni-cursed thing left her entire top half uncovered! Well, not the entire top...but from her shoulders down to the swelling curves of her breasts there was nothing but glowing, bare skin. A hint of bosom at the top of the dress was all it took to have every male ranging from old windbag to spotty adolescent ogling her. It certainly had his attention. (And where, he would dearly love to know, had she learned to dance like that?)
Why am I even thinking about this? She isn't my sister; I shouldn't be worried how many eyes are on her (not that he worried about said sister in the first place). I don't need to be thinking about her in that thrice-cursed (blessed?) dress, or that everyone else is thinking about her out of it -
That was enough for him. He tore his eyes away from the swaying hips and stamping feet, away from the levity of the dancers and the fire that moved them. He made himself focus on his leg, the one that was propped out in front of him; it was still supposed to be broken, but she had healed it for him only a few hours ago -
And there he went again. He wasn't supposed to be thinking of her. He settled himself back against the trunk of the tree, then picked up his discarded knife and set to the small piece of clay in his hand with a savagery that nearly broke the fragile disk in two. Slowly, swirls and spirals appeared, almost as if the music were being transferred in the stone. Stabs of flame, whorls of dust and waves of water broke across the surface of the clay. Don't think, just do. But his mind couldn't focus for long; neither would his eyes. He felt himself being pulled back into the firelight, into the rippling rhythm of the dancers before him. One dancer. She moved to her own music, it seemed, sometimes almost out of time with the others. Certainly her moves weren't like the other girls'. Theirs were coy and submissive, made to draw the eyes of suitors. Hers were fierce, almost savage, as if she listened to a different set of musicians altogether. The roar of the ocean, maybe, or the thundering of rain. But despite this, or perhaps because of it, all eyes were on the wild-eyed girl that moved in the center of the pinwheel like a typhoon.
The music was changing, he suddenly noticed. Becoming harsher, deeper, faster. Because of her, he didn't doubt. Wherever she went, the Waterbender inspired change. (He was living proof, wasn't he?) The other girls stumbled a bit, losing the beat, but then, as if a key had been turned, they, too, became waves. Pushing, pulling, over and under. Leaping and ducking, as if fire were hot on their heels. But still his eyes followed the one at the center of the maelstrom, the one closest to the flames that lit her hair to fire and turned her skin into dusty gold. He watched, the carving in his hands forgotten.
No, he decided. Not quite the ocean. More like a firestorm. An unchecked force of nature that leapt and grabbed, darted and wove through the hearts of men. Fire can be so like water, in the push and pull, the breaking down of the elements before it, the hunger, the potential for destruction if left to itself. She dances like fire.
Slowly, quietly, something passed through him, sinking deep inside his bones and turning them to jelly. His palms were suddenly sweaty, and he blinked, swiping at the moisture that dripped into his eyes. He felt the change, and wondered what it was. Then, just as softly as it had snuck up on him, the feeling passed, and he was left with the nagging thought that there was something he was missing. As if of their own volition, his eyes found the Waterbender in the throng of dancers once more, and something in the air changed, like the charge of energy before a storm. She looks different. He took a deep, steadying breath, and leaned back against the tree once more, following every step, every twist and bend and fall that her body made against the firelight.
Someday, the thought found him. His fingers absently smoothed over the half-formed design in his hand, barely registering the heat that seemed to come off it. Someday, I'm going to dance with her.
Then he glanced down at the piece of clay, at the abstract design he had carved into it, and blinked. If you looked at it just right, angled it a little this way, and squinted, it looked...it looked almost like...
His calloused fingers closed over the piece abruptly, thinking to melt it. But he didn't. He held it in his fist, knuckles white, and looked back up at the water girl that danced like fire.
Someday.
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Me: Zuko's scar is kind of shaped like a flame.
Me: I mean, no shit, it's a burn scar.
Me: But it has the three little pointy bits at the back, which kind of make it look like the Fire Nation's flame emblem, but turned sideways.
Me: ...
Me, scribbling furiously: The resistance movement in the Fire Nation comes to see Zuko as the symbolic leader of their movement toward the end of the war, and because voicing support for the traitor prince isn't tolerated, the resistance needs a subtler way to make their position known. All across the Fire Nation, banners are stolen and re-hung sideways, official seals on documents are deliberately printed crooked, and disillusioned soldiers deface their uniforms by tearing the flame emblems away and reattaching them sideways. What most people know but no one will say is that the sideways flames represent Zuko's scar, and that the symbol indicates support for him as a leader and for his mission to bring an end to the war.
Me: ...
Me: Am I gonna have to start another fic just for this idea?
#atla fanfiction#for the record I think the answer is no#assuming that things don't drift too far off course#I should be able to cram it into a certain behemoth of a WIP#... eventually#if you know the fic then you probably know that I'm still a ways off from Book 3#zutara#zutara fanfiction
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If any of ya'll have noticed I'm back on my zutara bulshit to a truly unhealthy degree so please feed me fics to keep me sustained.
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A rule of thumb I follow for writing Zutara fics is Zuko only gets to betray Katara One Time (TM). Any more and she'll end him permanently.
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—Uiscefhuaraithe—
The feel of coldness only water brings
Katara of the Southern Water Tribe has hands scarred by fire and great talent, though no teacher.
Zuko is a mute War Child, a herbalist and healer, and the Blue Spirit. He bears the mark of fire, and the scar of the blade that took away his voice.
The first time they met, the Blue Spirit had just saved her, tough not before her hands got burned. The second time they met, his name was Lee, and he was healing her.
They live in war and they will fight, if not for the world, then for themselves.
#atla#zutara#zuko#katara#Soundless (Uiscefhuaraithe)#avatar the last airbender#atla fanart#atla art#atla fanfic#zutara art#zutara fanart#zutara fanfiction#zutara fic#zuko art#zuko fanart#atla zuko#katara art#katara fanart#zuko x katara#prince zuko#Mute Zuko#katara of the southern water tribe#zuko as lee#soundless#Soundless AU#katara x zuko#Soundless (Uiscefhuaraithe) art#Soundless (Uiscefhuaraithe) fanfiction#atla katara#the blue spirit
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i thought it would be fun to put all the little scenes i've animated from the circumnavigators of celestial bodies into one post, even if the fic for the last one isn't up yet
art only blog - insta - inprnt - redbubble (image description in alt)
#zutara#atla#avatar the last airbender#avatar#zuko#katara#prince zuko#avatar fan art#I FORGOT ABOUT THIS#zutara fan fic#zuko/katara#katara/zuko#my art
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found and coloured an old zutara mlb au thingy.
because obviously i had combined the two.
#zutara#atla#avatar: the last airbender#miraculous ladybug#miraculous au#mlb au#zuko#katara#fandom mix#yes this one ALSO was supposed to be a fic only this one i haven't even started#helstoneart-2
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The more Katara thinks about it, the more a feeling of dread begins to pool in her stomach. She feels scrapes and bruises and looks down to see finger-shaped marks around her wrists.
Nausea builds. Katara remembers feeling hot and uncomfortable. She remembers running away from the camp. She remembers being followed. And then…
from Purple Haze
#zutara#zutara fanfic#katara#zuko#art#digital art#atla#avatar: the last airbender#mine#fic: purple haze
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