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ragzonacamrencruise · 3 months

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Could you do Azutara and the soulmate au for the send a ship prompt?

soulmates au is #1

hehehehe okay let's do this!

this is an universe where the first words spoken to you by your soulmate gets tattooed anywhere on your body.

...

Azula never really believed in this soulmate stuff everyone was always talking about. Maybe it was because her mom realised her dad wasn't her supposed soulmate and left with another man who she thinks is. Well, if you ask Azula, she'd fume that her mom should've figured it out before she had two kids. No, really, what kinda universe would like for a 6 year old and an 8 year old to be motherless?

So, it comes as a surprise to Azula when she turns her head to the seats next to her. She's always been a cricket geek. Don't ask her why, she doesn't know. It can be a nail-biting, edge-of-the-seat thriller sometimes, and she likes it for the excitement, maybe. She'd always come to this stadium whenever the Fire Ferrets are playing. And she'd always book this row of seats to watch from. It had better vantage over the whole ground and she liked the distance too.

The stairs beside her seat meant, she could up and leave whenever she wanted, if the match was getting quite boring or if she realises her team is losing. But today . . . today is different.

Today she looks to her left and across the stairway, and sure enough, there's this moron of a fan who's wearing blue from top to foot and is screaming his lungs out at the ground whenever his team, the 'Pole Waves' is losing or winning. The weird thing that stands out is his quirky pony-tail.

But that's not what gets Azula's attention. This screaming, pony-tail guy leans forward and backward now and then and that reveals glimpses of the most gorgeous girl Azula's ever laid eyes upon. Sure she could use a little make-up to boost her prominent features, but from this distance, Azula's pretty sure that up close, the girl would sure be dazzling.

From the glimpses she's been getting, Azula bets that the girl is embarrassed by the screaming, pony-tail guy. Surely, they've come together. A petty resentment bubbles up inside Azula's chest. Not because she's jealous. But because she doesn't believe in soulmates and she has no idea what the universe has in store for her, if it decides to act up. She doesn't wanna get her hopes up with that pretty girl, who she's only gonna see this one time and probably never gonna see again.

She averts her eyes from seat across the stairway. And good thing she did too. Because the Pole Waves just hit a 6 and the ball is coming straight to Azula's face.

Azula, being Azula, extends her arm out in a cat like reflex, catching the ball in her hand, efforlessly.

The whole stadium erupts in cheer for the Pole Waves, and people around Azula erupt in cheer for her, amazed at the way she caught the ball. She looks at the ball in her hand. It feels gross and wet. Her face takes up a disgusted look before she throws the ball towards the ground, in order to resume the play.

And the next thing she knows, she's flinching from a sudden shrill sound in her left ear.

"OH MY GOD! THAT WAS AWESOME!! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?! I KNOW WE SUPPORT OUR OPPONENTS BUT THAT WAS PRETTY COOL!!!!! I'M SOKKA BY THE WAY!!!!! WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!?!?!"

Okay, so, Azula's pretty sure that she just went deaf.

She looks to her side and her eyes instantly find the pony-tail guy with an excited look on his face, looking expectantly at her. The guy spent too long yelling at the ground that he almost forgot what it is like to talk normally, Azula assumes.

Her face is still warped, trying to recover from her ringing ear, when the girl she spent most of the tournament stealing glances at, comes up behind the pony-tail guy (did he say Sokka was him name?! No, she's pretty sure it's Succa-), and the girl grabs his arm and pulls him away, muttering something in his ear, that Azula guesses is supposed to ask him to behave himself.

Azula leaves for her home then, having had enough of this debacle. Her team is losing badly anyways.

...

She doesn't know how. She doesn't know why. But when she looks to her left side across the stairway near her seat in the stadium, Azula's eyes fall helplessly on the same girl her eyes fell on weeks ago and her stomach does this curious back-flip. It's like a weird sort of deja vu, Azula thinks, but somehow she also remembers both the events as clear as glass.

She shakes her head and tries to watch the game. But her wandering mind doesn't stop flying over the details. Azula had spent the better half of an entire week after the last match to forget about the girl with the brilliant blue eyes, brown locks of hair that fall on her shoulders like waves, and her loud as fuck companion (Azula gave up on remembering his name and just calls him 'Pony-tail guy' in her head).

But, Azula never thought she'll be seeing that girl again, considering how she's seen a lot of beautiful girls but never had the chance to see them again. But this . . . this feels different somehow. She doesn't want to think about it, but it's all she can think about. Maybe she also thinks about how the girl would look up close, or how full the girl's lips are-

Wait- The girl's lips are full, right?!

Azula's eyes immediately shoot to her left, unable to resist herself anymore. But she almost reels back in shock when she finds the other girl staring straight at her, hypnotic blue eyes locking on to Azula's golden brown orbs for not more than 2 seconds, before she averts her heated gaze to whatever the pony-tail guy is screaming about.

There's a significant distance between them, but Azula's body reacts to the silent interaction (if she can even call it that) as if the blue-eyed girl was standing right in front of her. What will Azula do if the girl actually stands before her and stares at her like that, Azula doesn't like to spend too much time mulling over. This is hard enough as it is.

The rest of the match, Azula feels eyes on her. Blue ones, to be precise. But she almost nails her own eyes to the ground in front of her, trying not to look back to her left. She even finds herself getting distracted by the game for a little while. After all, that's what she came here to do, didn't she?!

At recess, the pony-tail guy moves to the stairway towards the area where snacks are sold, and he immediately recognises Azula, much to Azula's resentment.

"Hey! You're the girl who caught the ball last match!" He calls over to her. Azula looks at him awkwardly, giving him the fakest smile she could muster. He pays no heed to her unease. "I'm Sokka, remember?! We met last match!"

Actually, she remembers him as 'pony-tail guy', but he doesn't need to know that.

"Yeah . . ." She trails off, not really wanting to have a full-blown small talk. "I remember."

"Cool!!" He beams. "I'm here with my sister. Wanna come join us?!"

Okay, so they aren't together together. They're siblings. Geez, she should've known better. Also, who joins a stranger on their first time meeting?! Second time meeting but it doesn't really count.

"I . . . uh . . ." Azula doesn't know what'll happen to her if she ever has a proper conversation with the blue-eyed girl. Her brother seems to sport the same eye shade too; must be a family event.

The overly-excited brother seems to catch on to Azula's hesitation. "Hey, it's okay. I get it! You don't have to if you don't want to. Have a nice day!" He chirps and gives her a wide smile before heading his way to the snack stands.

Azula's eyes land on the pony-tail guy's sister as he leaves and she looks . . . wait, pissed?! Why does she look pissed off?! She's glaring at her brother's retreating form and Azula's body shudders at the look on the girl's face. She looks extremely fucking hot when she's pissed and Azula doesn't know what to do with this information.

Blue eyes fall on Azula suddenly, and Azula panics and turns to the ground in a hurry, not wanting to look at the girl when her mind is starting to fill with unholy thoughts.

When the game ends, Fire Ferrets gaining victory quicker than she anticipated, Azula walks out of the stadium at top speed, not wanting to dwell there any longer.

...

It's the blue-eyed girl.

She's here.

From this angle, only the blue-eyed girl's wild, wavy, brown locks are visible and yet Azula recognised her in a jiffy.

Azula's pretty sure she hasn't seen this girl in this coffee shop. She would know cuz this is the shop she comes to regularly and never once had she seen this girl here. It's all very suspicious. It's already the third time her eyes are finding the girl in like two months and Azula's getting worried that it's the universe playing tricks on her.

She averts her eyes from the line before the coffee shop counter where the blue-eyed girl is standing at.

No, she thinks. She wouldn't let the universe dictate her life. She's already had enough of it through her mother. She has her coffee order on the table she's sitting at and that's all she needs to look at. NOT the counter.

Maybe the girl and her loud-as-fuck brother are new to town or something. Yeah. That could be it. All Azula needs to do is wait till the girl leaves the shop and then continue on with her life like nothing happened.

Azula looks at the counter slyly, through her lashes, trying to see if the coast is clear for her. But unfortunately for her, the blue-eyed girl turns around from the counter, having received her order, and steps out of line.

Maybe it really is Azula's unlucky day or something, when the blue eyes that's been haunting her from day one, falls directly on her in a sharp glance and Azula's stomach jumps up to her mouth.

The girl stops dead on her tracks, coffee almost spilling from her hand. Azula's heart skips a beat when the girl stares at her with her lips falling open slowly.

But it only lasts a second more, before blue eyes frown deeply and rush out of the shop in a hurry.

Azula blinks at the blank space left at the girl's wake.

She really needs to get her health checked.

...

Azula gets a ticket far away from her usual seat. She does NOT want to run into that damned girl again. Azula would never ever admit to the way her stoamch flips every time they have a silent interaction though.

She walks into the stadium for a much awaited relaxing match, a little strange with getting a different seat from her usual one. And she made sure that the Pole Waves were NOT playing this match, so the chances of running into the girl and her pony-tailed brother are almost zero.

She melts into her seat, excited for her team.

...

Azula's in the middle of watching her team win deliberately, when she hears a sharp voice near her.

"Are you stalking me?"

She whips her head around, almost missing a whiplash. And the moment she does, her eyes fall on wavy, brown hair and stunningly deep, blue eyes that's all too familiar; and her heart jumps to her throat.

The moment she recognises who it is, there is a sudden sharp pain in the nape of her neck. Her eyes are locked on the girl's hypnotic ones, but she can't help but get distracted by the pain she's feeling on her neck.

She hisses softly, her palm flying to her neck and catching hold of her nape, trying to ease the pain. But the girl in front of her is having none of it.

"I'll call the cops if I catch you trailing me next time." The girl says, before turning on her heel and walking away briskly.

Azula stares after her, still wincing from the pain on her neck.

What just happened?!

...

Azula spends almost fifteen minutes trying to angle her phone in a way that would photograph the back of her neck. She's in her room, trying so hard not to think of the girl and how the hell she found her in a stadium full of people.

And damn this cursed pain.

Her neck is sore, and Azula's pretty sure that a bee stung her or something. She really needs to see what's going on in order to plan the best course of action.

She gives up after fifteen minutes though. It's tiresome to twist and turn your hand in order to take a picture of the back of your neck. Then suddenly, and idea hits her. She's seen hairstylists do this and it really is the best course of action.

She runs to her dressing mirror and opens the front camera in her phone. She holds the phone behind her neck and the reflection of the front camera's image falls on the mirror in front of her and-

Wait a damn minute-

Is that a tattoo?!

She gasps and drops her phone in shock.

No way . . .

She picks her phone back up and holds it behind her neck again, not believing her eyes.

It's a tattoo, for sure. It says, "Are you stalking me?" in neat, cursive, black letters and the skin around it is tender and red. But that doesn't stop the faint blue glow that's emanating from the etching on her nape.

It looks . . . beautiful.

The reality of the situation sinks in Azula's brain.

Sure, she knows the significance of this. It's been literally told to her a million times by million different people, what happens when the first words are spoken to you by your soulmate. But she never really wanted it to happen to her, and the fact that it happened with the girl she's been dying to get out of her head is completely insane for Azula.

And imagine the look on the girl's face if Azula goes and proclaims this revelation to her.

Keyword: IF.

...

Azula's scaning through the different varieties of milk kept at the shelves of Walmart. She's been here for five minutes and still hasn't arrived upon a choice.

And that's when she feels herself getting yanked by the arm all of a sudden. She yelps at the quick tug, stumbling along the store out of balance, trying to pull her arm away from the deadly grip.

She feels herself getting dragged to the back of the store to where the restrooms are. The door opens and shuts and Azula feels a sharp pain on her back as she gets slammed against the closed door of the surprisingly big Walmart bathroom.

She hisses in pain, closing her eyes and throwing her head back.

Her collars get yanked forward and her hazy vision focuses on the person in front of her. Her eyes immediately widen as she realises it's the blue-eyed girl standing close to her, breathing hot air against her face in short gasps.

"Didn't I tell you not to stalk me?! I don't even need the police to take you down."

Azula flinches from the proximity, her heartbeat through the roof. She rests her hands on the girl's hips, readily available for her to hold.

And what's this whole thing about Azula being a stalker?!

Azula was literally buying milk. The whole thing is just confusing as fuck to her, so she takes a deep breath. She contemplates the situation for a whole minute, staring at her supposed soulmate in question.

Then she speaks in a firm, soft voice. "I'm Azula, and I'm your soulmate."

The blue eyed girl stares at her. "What?"

"I'm Azula, and I'm your soulmate." Azula repeats herself, thinking that the girl didn't hear her properly.

"No way-" The girl cuts herself short and suddenly winces in pain.

Azula's brow raises as she notices the girl's hand fall away from her collars and clutch her chest. "Ow!" She exclaims.

A faint, golden glow erupts from the girl's chest and Azula can't help but notice that the colour is so pretty bouncing off of the girl's deep, blue eyes.

The hand still clutching Azula's collar is now doing it for a different purpose. The girl is completely bracing herself against Azula and she can't help but think that she wants the girl to do it more.

She's trying so hard to soothe the pain, but Azula knows exactly how that pain feels, as she experienced the same thing mere days ago. It's especially hard if someone hasn't had a tattoo experience before.

"Don't fight it." Azula quips, not really knowing what to say or do.

When Katara looks up finally, Azula notes that she's completely in a state of shock, still trying to make sense of whatever is happening. Her delicate, brown fingers catch hold of her blouse and removes the top button carefully.

When she pulls her shirt collars apart, revealing her chest, a small gasp escapes both of their throats.

The faint gold-tinted glow is wrapped around fine, neat, and precise, black, embedded writing that says, "I'm Azula, and I'm your soulmate."

The blue eyed girl's delicate fingers run over the tattoo that conveniently sits right on top of her chest bone, as if to proclaim that she's Azula's property and no one is supposed to touch her other than Azula herself.

She won't admit it, but Azula likes that idea too much to the point where she wants to kiss the tattoo on the girl's skin over and over again, claiming the blue eyed angel for herself.

The girl stares at Azula, eyes wide with shock.

Then like a whirlwind, she exits the bathroom, leaving Azula blinking at the empty space she left at her wake.

...

Katara's pretty sure she's going crazy. It's not even been a whole week since her soulmate was revealed, and she already feels like the whole world is conspiring against her to make her meet the girl at every chance she gets.

Azula.

Katara would never admit that the stalker's name feels exquisite, rolling off her tongue. She's spent countless hours staring at the glowing tattoo on her chest. It strangely matches the stalker's eye colour and Katara doesn't know what to do with this fact.

She's been trying to avoid anything and everything that is even remotely related to the soulmate situation. It didn't take the humans long to commercialize this whole thing. Anywhere you turn there's a shop that asks you to buy stuff that your soulmate might like.

It's exhausting.

Especially when Katara wants nothing to do with it. She's been dreaming of having her soulmate and ever since she was a little girl, she's been planning their wedding and whatnot. But she certainly did NOT expect a freaking STALKER to be her soulmate.

It crumbled every expectation she's ever had about the whole soulmate situation.

Now, walking rapidly in uptown Republic City, she's determined to avoid any and every commercial shop that is intent on selling her stuff that offers to make the soulmates happy. She's already taken a different route, walking in uncharted territories just so that she might not have to deal with street vendors.

One in particular is this balloon guy. He's been pestering her for full five minutes now, asking her to buy a balloon for her soulmate just because she has the glow surrounding her that only happens to people who've found their soulmates.

"Make them happy today!" He calls out loud towards her, bombarding her with a face full of balloons.

"No, thank you!" She tries to clear out the balloons in front of her face, blocking her vision.

But she isn't quick enough as her foot, unfortunately, finds the step to the sidewalk and she's falling.

She's falling hard and fast, until suddenly, she feels a steady grip on her arm and she's not falling anymore. She jerks forward, her whole body launching in the opposite direction due to the inertia it wants to stay in. But the grip on her arm is firm. A moment later, she's being pulled up.

She's so incredibly grateful for the person who caught her, cuz without them, she would've totally ate dirt.

"Thank you so much for-" Katara's eyes suddenly find the person who helped her and the words die down in her throat.

It's her.

The stalker.

She's looking down at her, casually holding a blue balloon in one hand and Katara with her other. She has this smug smile on her face, as if she knows something Katara doesn't and Katara just wants to slap it away.

"YOU!" Katara exclaims, eyes wide and nose flaring in rage. "This was all your doing, wasn't it?!"

The stalker's eyes narrows ever so slightly. "What?"

Katara's at her wits end here. This is getting waaayyyy outta line and Katara is pretty sure she didn't ask for any of this. "You arranged for that balloon guy, didn't you?!"

Azula's eyes lift up to look over Katara's shoulder and sure enough, the balloon guy is standing there, silently witnessing this happen. All it takes is one harsh glance from Azula and he's running away from them at top speed.

"He was selling balloons for soulmates and I thought something was up." Azula addresses Katara. "So, I bought one."

"Wha-?!" Katara is cut of yet again as she tries to step forward, forgetting that there still is a step to the sidewalk and she ends up falling right into Azula's strong, and ready arms. This time, Azula takes a precautionary step to wrap her free arm around Katara hips, so that she doesn't try and fall on her face again.

The act puts them both closer than Katara would want. But she doesn't yet realise it that it's what she needs.

"And here you are." The stalker emphasizes her point. "Falling for me right on my doorstep."

Katara perks up. "Your what?! NO. YOU are stalking ME."

"Yeah . . . I'm stalking you . . . In my own house . . ."

"Huh?!" Katara frowns comically. "Your house?!"

"Yeah . . . This is my house." The stalker points to the huge mansion behind the gates at the sidewalk. "Wanna come in?" She asks her. "I'm Azula Sei'naka by the way."

"Yeah, no kidding! You've already tattooed that on my chest, didn't you?!"

"It wasn't my fault! You really think I want to have a person like you as my soulmate?!"

Katara blinks at her, offended. "A person like me? What's that supposed to mean?!?!"

Azula wastes no time. "It means that you're obnoxious and entitled."

"Oh-" Katara pauses. "I thought you were offending my ethnicity . . ."

"What? No." Azula's face scrunches up. "Why would I do that? That's lame. I would only intentionally hurt your personality."

"Bold, coming from you, you stalker!"

"I didn't stalk you!" Azula exclaims. "I don't even know your name for god's sake! And you're supposed to be my soulmate! The universe really is trying to test my patience."

Katara's eyes suddenly fall on the balloon clutched in Azula's hand. "That's . . . actually my favourite colour."

Azula pulls back her head. "Yeah . . . I figured." Her golden eyes scan Katara's costume from top to bottom. "That's why I bought it."

Katara takes a step back from Azula's immediate vicinity, giving them both a little room to talk instead of getting distracted.

"Look," Azula begins, already having had enough of this. "You can bicker with me for all eternity, I don't care. But you can make this easier for the both of us and cooperate. I don't think the universe is gonna let you go until you actually talk with me properly. Trust me, I would choose otherwise, but I don't think we're in control. Maybe there's a reason we're paired up."

"Okay . . ."

Azula takes in a deep breath. "So . . . you wanna come inside?"

Katara nods.

***

if i'm ever this inactive here again, come and kill me with a rock. hehehehe.

but here you go! i've been gatekeeping this for long enough and y'all deserve some azutara in your lives :)

if you see any typos, no you didn't 🙈

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therealsophiependragon · 4 months

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Okay but what if there was a fic with the Medusa falls in love with a blind girl plot but it was tophzula

#tophzula #is that the ship name #anyway adorable #this has probably been thunk before #but still cute #atla prompt #atla #fanfic idea #fanart ideas

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the-badger-mole · 2 years

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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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anki-of-beleriand · 9 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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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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bemnie · 2 months

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Zutara au idea:

'finding love in each other later in life zutara' (idk why but i love them the most at older adult/middle age/elderly lol)

but the show would end the same with kataang and maiko and kataang would have a kid pretty early (like early 20s) and upon having Bumi they realize that they never really got to experience romance other than with each other and both crave those experiences so they break up. Katara would allow herself to date n stuff while still co parenting with Aang and doing her political duties and maybe after a few years of being single/short term relationships she suddenly starts seeing Zuko in a new light! (i cant really think of the spefici inciting incident rahh) Zuko and Mai were probably really really on again off again type relationship (could also have a child together) and rn theyve been off for a while . And so after some pining and small flirting on each side they eventually start dating! I imagine it being fairly slow burn once the pining starts, both not wanting to rush things like they had in their pervious relationships (kataang and maiko) and both being a bit nervous to mess this up! but then once they start dating its like. MEGA cutiepie sweetieness!!!!! Katara and Zuko would both be really great parents to the others kid and i think it could be really interesting way to explore finding love later in life and blending of 2 pre existing families with a healthy healthy dose of the sweetest fluff ever :3!!!!!

might try 2 draw some scenes or attempt writting something for it idk I just love to come up with ideas ^_^

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #katara #zutara #zutara au #atla zuko #atla katara #past kataang and maiko #older zutara #alta fanfic idea #alta prompt #idk lol i just like 2 think abt ships i like :3

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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

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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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