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neva-borne · 7 months

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ZKMC Week Day 3: Hunter/Monster // Cure

The full fic is not finished yet, but I wanted to share what I do have.

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It was cold and raining when Zuko stepped off the bus in the quiet little town of Mossville. The hood of his coat was drawn up over his head, his golden eyes almost glowing in the shadow cast on his face, in the darkness of the overcast evening sky. Late into the autumn season, many of the trees were already bare of leaves, their branches twisted and dark as they stuck out ominously into the sky. Soaked piles of leaves lay scattered about the roads, blown against the walls of buildings and stuck in the roots of thick bushes that lined the gardens of houses; they formed hiding places for small animals that were unlucky enough to not have shelter from the abysmal weather.

Zuko’s boots slapped against water built up on the pavement as he made his way further into the town. Porch lights flickered and wavered in the rain, illuminating shuttered windows and deadbolted doors. The streetlamps were all but dead, one or two casting meager light a few inches around the bulb but not reaching the ground below. The rest were hollow, empty. Dark.

The air was heavy, the blanket of fear that had enveloped the town almost suffocating in its intensity. It was a feeling he was intimately familiar with, the feeling of a town being poisoned and sucked dry by whatever monster haunted its grounds.

It was his job to find that monster and destroy it.

The steps of the house he was looking for were adorned with plump orange pumpkins. Planter boxes and large flower pots sat in every spare space on the porch, filled to the brim with dark masses of leaves and flowers, the colors of which Zuko could not discern in the grey dimness. The porch light was off.

He knocked.

The slight murmur of voices that he had been able to hear above the downpour stopped. He felt the energy shift from casual enjoyment to fear and suspicion, heard the scraping of chairs as people stood from the dinner table.

The porch light came on with a hum of electricity and a bright flash of a bulb; Zuko blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to the sudden change.

“Who is it?”

The voice came from beyond the still-closed door, muffled slightly but still audible. Zuko’s eyes flickered over the peephole set in the center of the wood. He lowered his hood, casually, so his face was visible. His damp hair clung to his skin, the chill temperatures cutting into him.

“Zuko Sozin. I’m looking for Hakoda Kuruk.”

He heard mumbled words, confusion, and fought to keep his face neutral instead of annoyed in case he was being watched through the peephole. Several long seconds passed, and Zuko pulled his coat tighter around himself.

He couldn’t blame them for being suspicious. He would have been suspicious himself if they weren’t wary of him. When people called him in, it meant they were in trouble, and from what little information he’d been given already, he knew that this monster was an expert at gaining access to people’s homes without breaking and entering.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Sokka!”

A new voice this time. Female and fierce, but also sweet and full of kindness. A bright spot in the darkness of this fearful town.

The door was pulled open, almost violently, and then halted after just a few inches, the door chain catching the wood with a slight thud. There was a flurry of motion - Zuko caught sight of a mass of dark brown curls as the scent of peonies tickled his nose - before the door was shut with a muttered, “fuck.” There was the sound of fingers scrabbling at the chain, another muffled curse, and then the door was swiftly pulled open again.

Zuko was suddenly facing a young woman with eyes like the sunlit ocean and a radiant smile that showed off the dimples in her cheeks. Thick, chocolatey waves cascaded around her face and neck; his eyes caught on the necklace at her throat, dark velvet ribbon with a light blue stone, contrasting with skin the color of his morning coffee. She was shorter than him by at least a head, her slender frame buried beneath a sweater three sizes too big for her; it hung off one of her shoulders, revealing the fact that she wore nothing underneath it. He traced his eyes over the spattering of freckles where the sun had kissed her skin until they disappeared beneath the fabric, and then raised his gaze to meet hers once more.

His breath caught in his throat, the smell of peonies tantalizing in his nose.

“Come on in,” she said brightly, stepping aside so there was room for Zuko to maneuver his way through the door.

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Full fic coming soon!

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zkmythicalcreaturesweek · 6 months

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Thank you to our amazing participants!

We loved seeing your creations this past week. Remember that we accept late submissions through the end of November!

We hope to see you next year

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stardust948 · 2 years

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I need help

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night-heron-writes · 2 years

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Zuko knew that having his fortune told was a bad idea. He's been turned into a Fire Salamander and missed several very important diplomatic events. He just needs to figure out a way to get back to normal. Unfortunately for him, the only idea he can come up with involves the very ambassador he was supposed to meet with earlier...

Day 2: Transformation. A Princess and the Frog AU inspired by the song Friends on the Other Side.

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the-badger-mole · 7 months

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Magic Mirror Part 2

After a while, Zuko gave up calling for help. Some time after that, he quit pacing and thought. He couldn't get out the way he came in. That didn't mean there was no other way out. Zuko held his hand out and called up a flame, and sighed with relief when fire licked his fingertips. The darkness wasn't dispelled far, but he could now see a few feet ahead of him, and he realized that he was standing on a dark marble floor. He followed it cautiously, wary of what might be waiting outside his bubble of light. After a while of walking, his fire glinted off of something. He paused and stared the circular hole. His fire was reflecting back at him. Hesitating just a moment, he put it out and found himself looking out into a darkened room. A room he recognized. He was in one of the empty bedrooms in the summer palace. His father's if he recalled correctly. Zuko surged forward, pressing on the glass, but it didn't budge. He was in the summer palace, or at least in the mirrors. That was something. Zuko picked up running along the corridor again, stopping an looking out of different mirrors in the hallways, the bathrooms, the foyer. Finally, he came upon an occupied room.

Katara sat in the library, relishing in a rare moment alone. She'd found an old romance novel and was idly skimming it when the door opened. Zuko watched in horror as he walked in. What would this doppelganger do to her? He beat his fist on the glass and screamed Katara's name. He needed to get out of this prison! How could he make himself heard?

"Katara!" Zuko screamed. She frowned, and started to turn. She had heard him! Zuko doubled his efforts, screaming and banging his fists on the glass until he was certain it would break. But the other Zuko slipped between Katara and the mirror, and smooth as a serpent, sat down beside her. He sat down right beside her. Katara's attention was drawn away from looking for the source of the sound and was now nervously focused on the boy beside her.

The mirror creature was murmuring something to her. Zuko pressed himself against the glass, trying to hear what was going on, but the sounds were muffled and both Katara and the creature were speaking too low. Zuko watched in growing horror as the Mirror Zuko leaned closer to Katara and began playing idly with the end of her hair. Katara's face had gone red, and her eyes were wide with surprise, but she made no attempts to move away. Not even a few moments later when he got even closer, until their noses were almost touching. Katara's eyes fluttered, her lids lowering until they were almost shut. Zuko stopped breathing as the mirror creature leaned in to close the last little bit of space...

Katara's eyes flew wide open and she gasped. A moment later, the door of the library burst open, and suddenly Katara was on her feet with the sofa between her and the boy still leaning forward for a kiss. Sokka rushed in, shouting excitedly about his success in mastering a sword fighting technique. He wanted to show them in the courtyard, and asked Zuko to spar with him to show it off. Katara nearly ran after her brother, casting one last pondering glance at Zuko. The mirror creature waited until they were gone before his pleasant smile twisted into a dark scowl.

Zuko banged on the glass of his prison again, shouting for the creature's attention. At first, Zuko thought it couldn't hear him, but then it smirked, turning it's head slightly in Zuko's direction, but not looking directly at him.

"I can see why you like her," it said, it's voice muffled as if it were speaking through a closed window. "I think I will, too."

"You stay away from her!" Zuko shouted, pummeling the glass again. "You stay away from all of them!" The creature just chuckled and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Zuko ran down the dark corridor, frantically looking through mirrors for a glimpse of his friends. They must have been outside, because he couldn't find them in any of the rooms. His throat was growing sore from screaming for anyone who could hear him, and his body was sore from sprinting the hall and beating on the glass. He slumped against a wall, allowing exhaustion to catch up with him. Despair, he thought, would come any minute, but to his distant surprise, it hadn't. After all, this was par for the course for him. Perhaps he never considered his fate might be exactly this- trapped in some horrible mirror world while he watched his doppelganger take his place among his new friends, and make moves on the girl he...- it was still not surprising to him that just when he thought his life had taken a turn for the better, something terrible would happen. At least he wouldn't have to wait long for death, he reasoned. He was already hungry and thirsty. He figured dehydration would kill him a few days. He just hoped he would have a chance to warn his friends about the imposter before he went.

"You won't die here."

Adrenaline surged through Zuko's body like a bolt of his sister's lightning. Every hair on his body was standing on end, and he instinctively fell into a defensive crouch, facing the direction the voice had come from. At first, he saw nothing, but he expansive darkness, but then he noticed a figure- tall and pale- approaching him from the pitch dark. He was glowing, Zuko realized with a start. The man had long white hair and a carefully sculpted beard. His hair had been pulled into a top knot with a small flame securing it. Through the shrouding of ethereal light, Zuko recognized that he wore the formal robes of Fire Nation nobility.

"It is so good to meet you, my grandson," the man said smiling. "I am Avatar Roku." Zuko gasped and stumbled backwards. He saw the resemblance now. Roku had the same nose as his granddaughter Ursa. The same mouth. The same slant to his eyes. The features Zuko had inherited. He could only gape at the older man- no, the spirit.

"A-am I dead?" he asked. Roku chuckled and shook his head.

"Thankfully, no," he said. "And you won't die here. It'll be uncomfortable for you, but you're essentially immortal here, although you'll still feel hunger and thirst and such. But none of that matters, because we are going to get you out of here."

"What is this place?" Zuko asked.

"You're in..." Roku paused and looked around thoughtfully. "Let's call it an annex of the spirit world. You see mirrors can serve as a sort of gateway, if you know how to use them. "

"How do I get out?" Zuko "I'm not even sure how I got in!"

"You got caught by a lesser spirit," Roku explained. "Some of them are nasty buggers, but mostly harmless. Unfortunately, your grandfather, Azulon was attempting to recruit spirits to fight for him, and foolishly didn't see to it that all the portals he tried to open were sealed."

"Of course," Zuko groaned, rolling his eyes. "It's not enough that I pay for my own sins, I still have to deal with my family's, too?"

"That is, unfortunately, what comes with the territory," Roku sighed sadly. "You will one day be the Fire Lord, and it will be your duty to make amends for the sins of your forebearers. But compared to untangling the mess of the spirit world, that'll be a cake-walk. Especially, if you keep the right people by your sides." Zuko stared at Roku, mystified.

"Are you sure you're related to me on my mother's side?" he asked. "Because you sound just like my uncle." Roku chuckled and shook his head.

"I know of your uncle Iroh, and I respect him a great deal," he said. "I'd be happy to claim him as a grandson, but no. The only connection I have to that side of your family was my friendship with your great-great-grandfather. Now, to get you out of here."

Zuko was waiting once night fell and everyone began to turn in for the night. Roku had gone some time ago, wishing his grandson luck, and Zuko was alone. Finally, the door to the bedroom swung open and Katara entered. He waited until she had shut the door and lit her lamp to begin banging on the mirror and shouting her name. This time, Katara heard him immediately. She looked over at the mirror in confusion and gasped.

"Zuko?" Her mouth hung open in shock.

"Please! Don't freak out," Zuko begged her. Katara stood rooted to the spot, gaping at him. She looked over her shoulder, towards where she had just said good night to her friends, Zuko among them. Then back towards her mirror in confusion.

"What?" she whispered, taking a cautious step forward. Zuko slumped against the glass in relief.

"It's me Katara," Zuko told her.

"Zuko?" She got closer, inspecting the mirror. She looked behind it to see if there was a door or something she hadn't noticed before, but the mirror was attached to the dressing table, leaving a gap of several inches between the back of the mirror and the wall. She moved in front of the mirror and frowned when she saw her reflection in front of Zuko. "How are you doing this?"

"I'm trapped!" Zuko told her. "That-that thing out there, it isn't me. I was in the woods, and there was this huge mirror, and when I looked into it, that thing grabbed me and trapped me in here. You have to believe me! That isn't me out there!" Katara stared at him for a long moment before shutting her eyes and taking a deep, shaky breath.

"I believe you," she said. Zuko hadn't been expecting that. He had planned a whole list of proof of what he was saying, but it all flew out of his head.

"You do?"

"I knew something was off when he came back," Katara explained. "He was acting weird, and he didn't know where the dining room was. And then later he almost...I saw him close up and I realized his scar was on the wrong side."

"What?" Zuko gasped. He hadn't noticed. He hadn't even paid attention to that.

"I thought I was crazy," Katara said. "No one else said anything, so I thought maybe I was wrong, but..." Her eyes swept over his face and she nodded slightly. "I was right."

"Thank Agni," Zuko sighed. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against the glass. His throat closed around a sob and he thought for a moment he would weep with relief.

"How do we get you out?" Katara asked, pulling Zuko's focus back.

"He needs to look in a mirror," Zuko explained quickly. "He's part of this world- the spirit world- so any mirror will do to bring him back in." Zuko was glad when Roku told him that although the spirit needed Zuko to look in that specific mirror in the woods, he didn't need the spirit to go back there. He didn't think he could guide any of his friends to the right spot, let alone trick a spirit who had no inclination to go back there.

"I don't know how to get him to look, though," Zuko said. "He purposely avoided looking in the one in the library.

"Y-you were in the library?" Katara's face went suddenly red, and then Zuko's face flushed, too.

"I-I was just looking for a way out," he said. "I wasn't spying." Katara dropped her gaze and shifted on her feet.

"It's..." she huffed and shook her head. "Whatever. It doesn't matter. I have an idea. Just wait here for me. Don't move, okay?"

"Alright," Zuko said. Then Katara grabbed one of the tarps that had been covering the furniture when they arrived, and threw it over the dressing table. Zuko was plunged into darkness. His pulse quickened, but he swallowed hard and forced himself not to panic. He could trust Katara.

A few minutes later, he heard the door open again. There were low voices and some giggling that sounded like Katara.

"We have to be quiet," Katara was saying. "If my brother catches you in here, he'll kill you."

"Oh?" Zuko heard his doppelganger chuckle. "Don't worry, love, I can keep a secret." They stopped talking for a long, uncomfortable stretch. Zuko tried to peer through the tarp, but it was too thick. He heard footsteps stumbling across the room.

"No," Katara said sharply. "Not the bed. We're not quite there yet."

"Whatever the lady wishes," the mirror creature purred. There was another stretch of quiet. The footsteps stumbled closer and Zuko heard them bump against the dressing table. Then suddenly the tarp fell away and Zuko saw himself and Katara locked in a passionate embrace for a split second before the mirror creature glanced up and found himself staring into Zuko's scowling face. He only had moments to act. Zuko felt the moment he connected with the spirit, and he reached through the mirror- now as liquid as when he was pulled through- and grabbed the creature's throat with both hands. Then the yanked him forward and pulled him through.

On this side of the mirror, the creature no longer looked like him. It was a small, shadowy figure cowering before Zuko. Remembering Roku's instructions, Zuko didn't hesitate. He called up a ball of fire a hot as he could manage and incinerated the creature. It wasn't dead, Roku had warned him, but it would be a long while before it would be able to pull itself together. That done, Zuko launched himself at the glass, landing in a heap at Katara's feet. She reached down and hauled him to his feet, studying his face carefully.

"It's you, right?" she said.

"It's me," Zuko assured her. Katara still looked dubious.

"What did I offer you in the caverns beneath Ba Sing Se?" she asked. Zuko winced, remembering that day.

"To heal my scar with the spirit water," he replied. Katara melted in relief.

"I mentioned that day to the mirror thing," she said. "And he had no idea what I was talking about. He thought we'd had some kind of tryst. I figured it was as good a reason as any to get him into my room."

"Smart," Zuko mumbled. He looked down at his feet, trying to let go of the sudden pang of anger in his stomach.

"I'm glad you're okay," Katara said, hugging Zuko. He relaxed into her embrace. But gradually, as the fear from his ordeal receded, a new realization dawned on him. Katara hadn't known the mirror creature had taken his place in the library, and she hadn't been opposed to a kiss from him. That thought chased away what lingered of his jealousy, and hope sprang up in it's place. Maybe, he chuckled to himself, the mirror creature had done him a favor after all.

The next day, he would take his friends and destroy his grandfather's spirit portal. Then he would find the pond he'd been looking for and take Katara there. It would be the perfect spot to confess his feelings.

Part 1

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Prompt Day 3: Cure

#atla #zutara #zkmc week 2023 #zkmythicalcreaturesweek #zk mythical creatures week #prompt: cure #magic mirror part 2 #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

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perfectlypanda · 7 months

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Zutara Mythical Creatures Week Day 3: Hunter/ Monster

Gotta catch 'em all!

To be honest, my knowledge of Pokemon is largely limited to that one magical summer where everyone was running around outside playing Pokemon Go!

I started this as a Halloween idea, but almost gave up on it because art is hard. Then I noticed the @zkmythicalcreaturesweek prompt hunter/ monster, and went "Pokemon stands for pocket monster. Pokemon trainers are basically monster hunters. Right? Perfect. Better keep working."

♥ Please do not repost. If you like it and want to show people, share a link to this page instead. Thank you!

#zutara #zuko #katara #zkmythicalcreaturesweek #zkmc 2023 #atla #zuko/ katara #fire noodle #pokemon #druk #kya #steambaby #halloween #gave Katara cute high waist shorts and then the Squirtle shell covered the waist entirely whomp whomp #did some shading and then got tired #look I made a thing

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atlaevents · 2 years

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September 2022

Atla gen week (August 28 - September 3)

Urzai week(September 12-17)

Avatar sapphic week (September 19-25)

Zutara week (September 18-24)

October 2022

Kainora week (October 3-10)

Zutara mythical creatures week (October23-29)

Mai week (October 3-7)

Avatar huntober (October 1-31)

Baatar jr week (October 1-8)

Long events:

Kataang 100 Word Challenge - Every Week

ATLA Prompt Rumble

Sokkla Saturdays

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Please Send Me The Events The aim is to keep track of ATLA related events on Tumblr. If you see an ATLA & LOK related event (fest, challenge, ship-week etc.) is not here, please send them and I’ll add. This list will be reblogged with changes. For a wider range of events such as fanzines, shipweeks outside of Tumblr and so much more, check out @atlafandombulletin (not mine).

You can also send events to @fixationsbigandsmall

#monthly reblog

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badlucksav · 2 years

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About Me

For those of you new around these parts, I’m Sav: writer, artist, multishipper extraordinaire. I like a lot of pairings and a lot of fandoms. My interests are always shifting, but I’m always in the AtLA/LoK fandoms.

This blog has NSFW content, so minors DNI. All NSFW posts are tagged as such and content is placed under a cut.

Here are my current fandoms:

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Avatar: Legend of Korra

The 100

Six of Crows

Shadow & Bone

Spider-Man (Tom Holland)

Harry Potter

Stranger Things

The Umbrella Academy

Teen Wolf

Scooby-Doo

Spy X Family

Law & Order: SVU

The Last of Us

Twilight Saga

Game of Thrones

Just because I haven’t made content for some of them doesn’t mean anything ok

Here are my current OTPs:

Irosami • Makorra • Makonora • Twiyor • Linko • YuTen •Jetko • Zutara • Bellarke • Kanej • Spideychelle • Dramione • Harmony • Stydia • Diego x Lila • Bensaro • Hellcheer • Jabella

I’d do a fic master post but…that’s a lot of work and no way I’d remember to update it, so you can find my Ao3 here, or by fandom:

• Avatar: The Last Airbender

• Avatar: The Legend of Korra

• The 100

• Six of Crows

• Spiderman (Tom Holland)

• Law & Order: SVU

• Shadow & Bone (TV)

• Soul Eater

• Harry Potter

• Spy X Family

• The Last of Us

• Guardians of the Galaxy

• Twilight Saga

You can find my art here on Tumblr but since the search function is kind of trash, you can also find it on my Instagram. My NSFW art can be found on my (18+ only) Twitter. And if you wanna see me randomly yell about things and retweet random content, follow me on my SFW Twitter too.

I am currently accepting prompt requests from these lists [x, x], but my inbox is always open and you’re free to submit ideas you have, but I can give no promises on if/when they’ll actually be completed. I’ll also write for more than just my OTPs, so feel free to send just about any pairing (barring inc*st etc). You can also come to my inbox or DMs just to talk about headcanons and whatnot! I love hearing from people.

I also open commissions sometimes! Most of the information is located below, but feel free to DM or email with other questions. I will always indicate on this post if my commissions are open or closed, but always feel free to message me in case I have an opening.

I also have a Redbubble shop that I was neglecting, but now I’m taking care of it, with some new designs already up and more to come!

I’m not one of those people who has multiple blogs for their different interests. This is a one stop shop, so you’re also going to see a lot of: random art I find, photography, shitposts, body positivity, LGBTQ+ posts, other fandoms I’m not super into but the art/post looked cool, memes, the occasional political post, and anything else that looks neat in addition to fandom stuff (I tag most of these #off topic).

I try to tag thoroughly, but if I miss something please feel free to DM or send an ask (my anons are on) and let me know (this also includes my Ao3 tags). I tag #off topic for things not fandom/writing related, #sav’s scribbles for my writing, #sav’s sketches for my art, #sav answers for asks, and #sav’s stockpile for things I’ve put in my queue.

I have run a few events. You can find the blogs here:

• YuTen Week (2022)

• Avatar March Madness (2022, 2023)

• Azulaang Week (2021)

• Zutara Mythical Creatures Week (2021, 2022)

• Avatar WTF Weekend (2022, 2023)

Lastly, ask me about my discord servers:

• Lin Beifong server.

• Scooby Doo server.

• Zutara server. (18+)

Commissions are currently closed.

#about me #stuff about Sav #I’ve only had this blog for 2 years and I’m just now making one of these whoops #avatar the last airbender #legend of korra #shadow and bone netflix #six of crows #Spiderman #the 100 #teen wolf #spy x family #soul eater #Redbubble #Redbubble artist

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moneneki · 2 years

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My Zutara fics masterpost

Ice crystals in molten gold

Rating: T

Summary:

Katara was too young to fight in the war, but victory still took a heavy toll on her family. Years later, on her 16th birthday, one last tragedy leaves her completely alone and desolate, with only one bright spot: Zuko, a golden-eyed stranger that helped her through the worst night of her life. Now living with Baroness Hama, her husband Baron Yon Rha and their children Hahn, Mai and Azula, Katara’s new life becomes hell. She longs for freedom, and yearns to find Zuko again… A visit from the crown prince of the Fire Nation to the Baron’s household may provide her with the perfect chance… Or push her into a path she never expected, laden with misunderstandings and ceremonies, old promises and new friends, and court intrigues interwoven with lost family history. But among all that, her chance at love seems uncertain.

Written for the ZK Big Bang 2021!

ZK Mythical Creatures Week 2021

How bright the lights

Rating: T

Summary: Katara really really wanted to go to the festival. Instead, she's stuck with family responsibilities and bored out of her mind. Her day ends up not being as terrible as she had feared, though.

Golden touch, silver touch

Rating: M

Summary: Fire Lord Ozai the Golden has obtained his greatest wish and has grand plans for it. When Prince Zuko protests, he is punished and given what everyone thinks is an impossible task— but is it really?

A hundred eyes

Rating: T

Summary:

Anger and desperation have made Prince Zuko reckless… While a refugee in the Earth Kingdom, he's about to learn what his actions can cost him, especially when spirits are involved.

The mountain of smoke

Rating: G

Summary: Zuko is doing his best. Katara doesn’t seem eager to forgive him, despite his efforts— He listens attentively for the faintest hint of a possibility, and finds something when she tells him about an old legend of the Southern Water Tribe.

Zutara Week 2021

On the crosshairs

Rating: G

Summary: Their story, told in glimpses. They held very strong opinions about each other's (and some other people's) hair. Unkempt. Crude. Tasteless. Overall, wild. As wild as only such a primitive, backward band of peasants that lived in a spirit-forsaken corner of the world could be. Her brown mane could only be tamed (barely) by restraining it in a tight braid that no respectable citizen of the Fire Nation would ever wear on themselves. Stupid. Pretentious. Ridiculous. The angry guy obviously obsessed over maintaining that silly hairstyle. Only a “civilization” rooted in war and violence could conceive such an awful hairstyle for their black hair, long and straight and shiny like the summer coat of a mink snake. They were just as untrustworthy, each and every one of them. Collection of one shots for the Zutara Week of 2021, all stringing from the prompt of Day 1: Hair.

(Also available in Spanish.)

One night contract

Rating: T

Summary: Besieged by debts that could end the legacy of the extinct air nomads, Katara and Aang make one last desperate attempt at the casinos of Omashu. There, they meet the millionaire Zuko, and receive a proposal that could be their only chance. Zutara fanfic inspired by the movie Indecent Proposal (1993).

(Also available in Spanish.)

#zutara #zutara fanfiction #moneneki #I totally don't know how to format posts here #may add the art later

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