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echo-of-sounds · 2 years

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feel comfortable with me

-Toshi x f!reader-

This is for the Secret Santa event we did over in my server! I got @beealexageek! The prompts I used were smut, comfort, intimacy, and your first bath together. This turned out to be a much longer piece than I first thought, but I do like where it turned out. And I hope you like it, Alex! <3

A chime sounded. Toshinori sent a text: I’m on my way home. Do you need me to stop at the store for anything?

No. Just hurry home. I miss you. You added a couple of emojis, then put your phone aside.

Amber and cedar circled the bathroom, full, warm, yet not overbearing. You sat the candle jars on the sink top and shelves, away from any possible splashing. Bar soap and loofahs rested beside the large bathtub.

As it filled with water, you sipped your wine and placed things out for after your bath: fresh, fluffy towels hung nearby, body butter waited on the bed that was made up with new sheets and silk pajamas that put a dent in your wallet, but you paid it eagerly, wanting the finest for Toshi.

He needed it after everything. His exhaustive Hero career and now his consuming teaching job took the bulk of his time and energy, and the latter was rapidly wearing him down. It left little time for himself and your relationship, particularly the more physical parts.

You’ve had sex a few times. You’ve seen each other naked more than that, not by much but by a smidge. It took both of you a while to be ready for it. Now, it was taking you a bit to adjust to being naked around him, sometimes feeling the need to cover your less attractive parts. And you surely didn’t expect him to adjust quickly or easily, either. Wounds permanently flawed his body. Smaller scars and blemishes littered his limbs. He tried so hard to hide, shielding himself or turning to the side when he was topless, shying away from your wandering hands and grazing lips whenever you were intimate.

He had a lot to work through, and you were proud of how far you’ve come together. And tonight, you wanted him to feel comfortable, safe, and relaxed: physically and mentally. You bought soy candles for lofty ambiance, an organic bubble bath for his overworked skin, and played sensual jazz lounge music to block out the world. It turned his bathroom and bedroom into a perfect little haven.

You hurried back to the tub and shut the water off. With that all set, you changed into a robe and finished your glass of wine. You didn’t need to go overboard with it — just needed an itsy-bitsy boost to your confidence.

Keys jingled from the other side of the door as you were putting the bottle away. You turned to see Toshi’s heavy brow and low shoulders. You greeted him softly, “Hey.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” he replied just as quietly, if not wearily. He removed his jacket and shoes and asked, “How was your day?”

“Uneventful. Yours?”

“About the same.”

He faced away from you, huffing and swearing something under his breath while he fiddled with his briefcase. You tiptoed over and called his name. Carefully and cautiously, you stroked his biceps and whispered, hoping the answer wasn’t negative, “Anything stressful happen? Or was it just long?”

“Just long.”

“I’m sorry, honey.” You had to really stretch to reach his neck for a light kiss. Feeling along his front, your hand drifted to the bag, taking it from his ready-to-release hold.

His body turned towards yours, letting you cup his jaw and bring him down for a firm kiss. A sigh entered your mouth. You took the sign of weariness and untied his tie, dropping it to the table. The top buttons of his shirt were next, exposing his beautiful clavicles and prominent tendons. It called for you to open more, to kiss his sternum, to stroke his sides and stomach and thighs, to love all of him.

But you resisted. That could wait. You unlatched his belt, smiling at his waist swaying forward as you pulled it out of its loops.

“Thank you,” he chuckled.

“No problem.” You pecked his left collarbone, able to taste warmth and salt in the fleeting touch.

Blue flicked down. Pink colored his cheeks. Presumably noting your slacked robe, his lips parted and the grip on your sides tightened. He sighed your name. You brought him close again, pushing your scarcely-covered chest against his, kissing his jaw, muttering love and sympathy between each one.

A throaty grunt came. Hands began to wander over your hips, moving the robe around. He pulled away just a centimeter to ask, “Is that-” You reconnected, matching his light moan. “-music?”

“Mhmm.” You slurred into his mouth, “Time for a bath.”

Reluctantly, you broke the kiss to lead him towards the bathroom, restraining yourself from skipping with excitement.

“A bath? I don’t remem- What is this?” He questioned the new bedsheets and pajamas. His brow raised higher once you opened the bathroom door, letting out steam, scents, and subtle music.

“It’s for you. A surprise.” You cheerfully pulled him the rest of the way into the bathroom, grinning at his cute confusion.

“It certainly is a surprise.” He leaned down and tested the tub’s water, flinching a little at the heat. “What’s it all for?”

“For you, Toshi.”

“And what did I do to deserve this?”

“Nothing in particular. I wanted to try something different to help your body and, um… to help you. Us.”

He stood up. The endearing look morphed into one more solemn.

“I want you to feel comfortable, and I thought this could be helpful… for that.”

On queue, his hand moved to his side, hiding the scar despite the clothes he wore. Now that he was here, standing tall, almost scared, your words were failing. Thoughts weren’t coming out eloquently. This was much easier in your head where everything played out perfectly and sexily.

However, just because the plan you laid out wasn’t starting the best, you couldn’t let it fail. You wanted him to feel loved and attractive and handsome and worthy of your attention and needed him to know that his physical defects didn’t make any of those things impossible.

He opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, words flung out, “I want you to know how much I care about you and appreciate you. I know you have complicated feelings about your, uh…” Concerned eyes waited with a small but charming smile. You sucked in and tried to speak the thoughts evenly, “Your body is your body, Toshi. It isn’t wrong or broken or bad, and… I know you’ve gone through so much and you’re struggling with things, but I just want to see… I want to see you, Toshi, all of you, without any hiding or lights off, and I thought a bath together would help… If you want to, of course.”

The music prevented a horrible silence from falling. You took some deep breaths. He didn’t need to see you distraught at what was supposed to be an auspicious moment. His eyes wandered around the room, looking at all the things you set out for tonight.

What if he just wasn’t ready? That’d be okay. You’d never push him past his limits and into doing this if he wasn’t ready for it. You’d go at whatever pace he needed.

Amid your self-soothing and fidgeting, you almost missed his croak: “Thank you.”

“Oh… I, uh, yeah…” No. Say more. Don’t act a fool. “I mean, are you actually okay with all this, Toshi?”

“Yes.”

The strength and confidence stunned you a bit. It seemed to shock him too, since he blinked a few times and cleared his throat, regaining himself.

Toshi reached for your waist after. Lanky arms surrounded you snuggly. His hands wandered over your back. Your name sounded so delicate, so enamored when it dripped from his lips. “I’m positive. I appreciate your patience thus far. Not many are always so understanding. This relationship is the first I’ve had in a while, and I want it to last.”

“I want it to, too.”

He kissed your temple, still petting your body, rousing it with squeezes and kneadings. “No one’s done something like this for me, and I want to try to help us, too.”

You nuzzled into his chest, taking in the lingering cologne. With his willingness, his clothes were the last barriers to bearing his body and insecurities.

“Where do we start?”

“With this.” You withdrew from the hug, grabbing the next button on his shirt, taking your time the closer you got to the source of his anxiety. Dark red tendrils peaked out from the left side. You didn’t open it fully yet, choosing to finish unbuttoning it entirely, and then you gingerly slid the shirt off his shoulders, watching his expressions as it fell.

Shoulders knotted. Arms jumped as if to hide himself, but they returned to his sides. Bones and tendons jutted out, drawing skin taut. Defined muscles covered most of his body. Unlike gym rats though, his were because of illness and scrawny stature. It didn’t make him any less attractive.

Whatever he said jumbled. Yet you had an inkling of what it was given his extending blush and avoidance of eye contact.

“You really are gorgeous, Toshi.” Your fingers flowed down his biceps to his hands. The scar tissue didn’t detract from it. It took away his left nipple and marred so much of his side. Its lines thickened and deepened towards the center, where its color turned into some red and purple mix. Delicately, you placed your palm against the old trauma, remembering seeing it for the time, remembering how scared he was to finally show it to you.

Your wrist was grabbed. It wasn’t hard, just… concerned.

“I mean it, Toshi.” You met his eyes hidden under laden brows. “Nothing about you isn’t. I promise.”

“Thank you… for all this.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Toshi. Really. I just wanted you to feel better.” Air caught in your tightening windpipe. Blue eyes, brighter than the average person’s, stared, not moving a flick. You couldn’t look away from them. You panted, somehow out of breath without moving, “I want you to feel safe with me because I… I… I really care about you.”

He leaned down, nudging his forehead against yours. “I really care about you, too.”

An unspoken word hung between you, both wanting to say it but scared to be the first. Yet, it didn’t need to be said. If you felt it — believed it — then that was more than enough, especially for tonight.

“Sometimes I think I don’t deserve you.”

“I think the same,” you mouthed through the growing fever, fluttering lower and fuller and sultrier.

“Maybe that means we’re good for each other.”

You copied his small laugh and kissed him. The sound of his pants falling came right before his fingers drifted under your robe, slipping it from your shoulders. He removed the sash next. Cold hands pushed it open and off, getting to feel along your skin.

You kissed his jaw and mumbled, “Let us get into the bath.”

He slid his boxers off and stepped inside, taking his time to lower into the hot water. You happily followed suit. Before you could even begin to take care of him, he asked, “What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me. This is all for you.” You settled behind him and found a comfy position. “Let’s do your hair first.”

He listened, giving in to your care and letting you move him around as needed while you wet his hair. The roots were a bit difficult to get at. You had to use your fingers and brush through the clumping, frizzled locks.

Shampoo was easy to work with. It sunk into his hair and dripped suds over both your bodies. You dabbed any that landed on his face away, not wanting it in his eyes. And your scrubbing turned into massaging, loving his sighs and groans as you thoroughly kneaded his scalp and washed the shampoo out.

Neither of you talked much. The music and physical contact were more than enough for the time being, relaxing in the water's warmth and each other’s bodies, especially as you glided soap across his back. The muscles remained lax with trust. Hands occasionally drifted to your legs, stroking along with you. If you kissed his neck, faintly sucking on the tendons, it’d make them squeeze back.

Keeping up your kissing to his shoulders, your hand trailed to his stomach, washing warm, neglected skin, grazing over his burgeoning erection. His breath hitched, building while the soap coasted over his sides and thighs.

But you didn’t touch him. You grabbed the loofah and repeated the course, laving over every spot. His head dropped to your shoulder, sighing away tension that had latched onto his muscles. Bent knees poked out of the water. His legs were wide open, giving you access to his body as you pleased.

Seeing him so open aroused you more than you cared to admit. He was happy, jovial even, smiling while letting you see his body in full. And the clearing shame helped you do the same, putting aside insecurities you had about whether or not your stomach wasn’t pretty or skin not clear enough.

You didn’t want to rush the bath and hurry into the bedroom. However, at a particularly guttural call of your name, it sounded like he was thinking the same thing.

You kissed his temple, purring his name back, and washed the soap off of him. The hands on your calves reached higher to your thighs, circling them with no trouble. Fingertips gripped. Your hips jerked haphazardly.

Something squeaked and splashed. Toshi’s baritone-rich voice purred, “Let’s dry off. The tub isn’t the best for this.”

Unable to stop the grin, you nodded, standing up quickly with him. His mouth immediately found yours, not leaving as you both stepped out of the water. He kept a steadying hold on your waist, leading you blindly towards the door.

You snatched a towel to pat his torso dry, struggling to do so between your chest pressed together. He eventually took it. Eager lips pressed to your shoulder, skimming up to your jaw, rerunning along that line as the towel dried your back. It kept you warm and your breasts flush against him.

While he dried himself, you reached low to pump him. His hips swayed with your movement. Ragged breath heated your neck. He wasn’t shying away. He wasn’t hesitating. He was letting you feel his entire body for all that it was.

Toshi guided you to the bed. Your mouths refused to break apart as you crawled backward, finding a simple position once your head hit the pillow. He laid to your side, cradling you close, caressing the length of your body.

You directed his hand low. Fingers obeyed, dipping below your waist, tracing the waking skin and rousing your mind. Your thighs fanned open to welcome him. And he gave, nurturing the full-fledged desire, sweeping over your clit beautifully.

You swore into his mouth. His left to kiss down your jaw and you hummed, “Toshi. Quickly.”

He gave again. Two fingers slipped inside, just as easy as the first time you were together. Except this time, they wasted no time and pushed up, stirring your hips to join the movement.

“Oh, fuck. Toshi.” You looked at his body entwined with yours, rocking together. “You’re so beautiful.”

His words heated your neck. “I should be the one saying that to you.”

“I mean it. You’re so handsome.” You held his cheeks, repositioning him for a kiss. The fingers stiffened in their actions, pressing harder and higher. You gasped, receiving his tongue and clinking against his teeth.

His lips followed yours when you relaxed into the pillows, keeping you connected in a messy, discombobulated kiss. Between his fingers and tongue inside you, you couldn’t voice any more compliments, leaving you moaning and humping his hand.

Needing just a little more, you inched a finger under his palm, rashly rubbing yourself. Swears were swallowed by him. Groans were reciprocated. All it took was him heaving your name, filling your mouth with lust, and sending you over the edge, leaking wetness to the bed and his name from your throat over and over again.

Only when your thighs went lax did he remove his fingers. Arousal dripped and clung to them even as he separated his fingers. The sight riled you plenty despite the orgasm, not sure if you’ve ever seen yourself that stimulated.

Toshi’s cheeks were painted over with a potent blush, spreading to his ears and shoulders. You tilted his jaw and kissed him. It resumed at the same intensity it left off at with tongues and saliva and plenty of moans. The wet hand returned to your side. His hips slipped between your thighs, nudging his erection against you, spurring you to rock with him, grinding and pawing at each other.

He wasn’t repositioning your hands when you felt his scar, or changing positions so you wouldn’t see it, or avoiding your eyes and kisses. He was allowing you to caress his entire body, feel every flaw with the same amount of love you’d show the perfect parts.

“Hold on,” he droned and leaned over, rummaging through the bedside drawers.

The absent body left your chest open for a chill. Needing the heat, you felt his sides and lifted off the bed, kissing his neck. A strong pulse beat under your lips. You sucked, lighter than a bite, but harder than usual. He jerked against you, and you ground back, feeling your arousal rubbing back into you.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned your name, gripping your hip nearly too hard. Just hearing him swear was enough to provoke moans.

But the grinding and pawing stopped. He sat back on his knees, fumbling with the condom’s wrapper. His cock bobbed between his legs, trilling precum to the brand new sheets.

At least they were getting a nice christening.

With it finally free, Toshi hastily worked the condom on before dropping back to you, holding himself up on his elbows. Lips covered yours immediately. Tongue was next, washing in and out, opposite of yours. You reached between yourselves, finding and giving him a few slow pumps. His hips waved with the movements, clearly wanting something to thrust into.

Granting him the something wanted, you lined him up, and he, like always, gradually pushed in, fully aware of his size and the possible discomfort it could cause. But unlike other times, you didn’t need him to wait so you could adjust. You didn’t know if it was the mood, the long build-up, the feelings, the heat, or the excitement pooling and spreading ecstatically, but he kept sinking — sinking until his balls flattened to you and he groaned through his teeth.

You gasped and panted, surprised with yourself and the depth. Your nails ran along his back while you two laid still, just mixing your breaths together and kissing.

“You okay?”

“Uh-huh. I’s’great.”

You both laughed at your garbled words. Kisses lined your jaw. Carefully, delicately, he withdrew a slight amount only to push back in with the same prudence, repeating the action a couple more times.

“Oh, sweetheart. You’re so warm.” Lips brushed over your cheek, muttering flattery and devotion the whole way.

“Toshi,” you purred, hips softly swaying with his. Candlelight highlighted his tan skin, giving him a soft glow, not unlike an angel. No scar or blemish would ruin that picture. Flashes of his handsome smile and bright eyes interrupted the warm, saccharine shades.

His forearms rested on either side of your head. You held them, getting tiny shocks on your palms and fingertips, only moving your hips with this. It was jolting just how reactive your skin was being: lips drew moans, simple touches brought gasps, and chest to chest and thighs against thighs created a constant motion of breathless, whirring humping.

“So beautiful.”

His nose tapped yours, getting you to look up at him for a fierce kiss, pushing your head into the pillow. Weight behind the thrusts increased, mildly bouncing your breasts. Their speed remained the same, sedated and measured, kindling expectation and relief when the sink came, bottoming him out.

One tender finger found your clit, thumbing in rhythm with his hips. It was still sensitive and fragile from your orgasm, but fuck, feeling him balls-deep, stretching you to your max just so he could fit, as he fondled your clit, tongued your mouth, all while hardly thrusting was just going to encourage another one.

“You’re so- Fuck-” You moaned at a rather hard thrust, hearing his balls slap against you. Your head dropped back, leaving your neck open for his lips and tongue. Breasts pressed to his chest. You panted his name, bending your knees and spreading your thighs as wide as possible, needing all his depth with every slow, moonstruck stroke, depressing him directly onto your clit. Your spine arched, needing to get closer to him. Muscles tensed. Fingers dug into your legs.

“Toshi, I-” Your sentence faltered again. The wet kisses on your neck didn’t help.

You had hoped to last longer, make it some hour-long lovemaking session out of a romance novel, but you couldn’t. And his deepening, needful grunts sounded like he couldn’t either.

“Just a little…�� That wasn’t going to happen either. His thrusts dwindled to bucking, keeping him fully seated inside while you humped, loving the friction on your clit.

His arms slid under your back, grabbing your ass and securing you snug against him, rutting until the pressure and satisfaction peaked. You clawed at his back and wrapped your legs around him, openly moaning your heightened enjoyment.

Dry mouths and tongues flourished with each other. You stayed locked around him, refusing to let him go despite your body's hyperarousal. You’d deal with it if it meant he got the same pleasure in his orgasm.

Toshi grunted your name into the pillow, bucking then humping then jerking, stiffening as he released, shaking as he calmed. He eventually went lax, laying his weight on you. You kissed the side of his face, kneading the tensing muscles and heaving back, waiting patiently for his breath to return.

Only when it did in full did he move, to your slight regret. You worried he was going to leave completely, maybe put his clothes on. But he didn’t. He tied off the condom and returned to you, accepting your embrace. His heart beat strong under your ear.

“Thank you… for everything.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I do it because I care about you.” You kissed his forehead. You still needed to use lotion before your skin dried completely. Although, you didn’t really feel like getting up. If you missed it one time, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

A twinge pricking your cheek interrupted the thoughts. You scrunched your lips, moving them left and right.

“What’s the matter?”

“My lips and cheeks hurt.”

“I’m sorry, honey.”

“Don’t be,” you laughed with him. “It’s a good type of pain.” You kissed him, ignoring the aching muscles and your dry mouth.

#all might #all might x reader #yagi toshinori #toshinori x reader #all might smut #all might imagine #bnha x reader #bnha smut #bnha imagines #bnha #beealexageek

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tomurasprincess · 3 years

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I'm too thirsty for Gang Orca. Can you imagine him finding out that she is pregnant before she does? Either because she smells different or something. He makes her take a pregnancy test and while they wait for the result he fucks her. And no matter the result, if it's negative, he'll fuck her saying they need to change that outcome. And if it's negative, he'll fuck her too to celebrate. (I just wanted to get that thought out of my system)

Ooh, I could see her smelling different and him picking up on it. He probably has a much more sensitive nose than his dear little darling. When he tells you what he thinks and hands you a pregnancy test, you’re over the moon excited. You want to be his happy little housewife so badly, round with his kids.

You take the test and come back to tell him the news, but before you can, he’s pinning you down and sliding his thick cock inside of your tight pussy. Tells her that he doesn’t want to know just yet. He just wants to fill her up more cum.

You’re not fully prepared for his massive girth, and the painful stretch has tears rolling down your face. But it quickly turns to pleasure as he reaches to rub your little clit, causing your eyes to roll back and your body to tremble. He presses against your walls so firmly that the ridges along his cock graze your g-spot, and you come unraveled around him quickly.

When he feels you fluttering around his cock, he can’t hold back. He throws your legs over his shoulders, pinning your knees to your chest as he fills your little pussy with rope after rope of hot cum. You whimper and whine at the sheer volume, glancing down to see your stomach bulge just a bit with it. He holds you there until he’s completely emptied himself inside of your tight heat, finally pulling out and asking you whether the test was positive or not.

If it was negative, he has no doubt that it will be positive very very soon.

#mari thirsts #gang orca thirst #beealexageek

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asamisaht0 · 5 years

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A Series of Firsts

Here’s my piece for the Zutara Exchange! @zutaraexchange

My giftee is @beealexageek I hope you like it! I combined “pregnant”, “first kiss”, and a tiny bit of “wedding” for the prompts.

Wordcount: 2k

Pairing: Zuko/Katara

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18808570

The first time Zuko kissed Katara -or, technically, Katara kissed him- they were in an alley behind some seedy Earth Kingdom bar. They were tipsy, too close, and still teenagers. Katara still held her cup in her hand, though she had long since lost interest in its contents. Zuko was just beginning to realize the full weight of being Fire Lord and he had desperately needed a break. Uncle Iroh, in typical Uncle Iroh fashion, had conveniently (almost too conveniently) invited the whole gang back to the earth kingdom for the grand re-opening of the Jasmine Dragon the week later. Something about a brand new tea recipe. Whatever. They managed to escape the group and ended up at a bar, watching the Earth Kingdom locals entertain themselves now that they were free of Fire Nation rule. They each had had a drink, maybe two, and Katara suddenly decided the bar was too stuffy. “I can’t breathe in here. Let’s go outside?” she had said. Something along those lines. They decided to loiter in the alley behind the bar, because it was close but secluded.

Katara took one more sip of her drink, mostly because Zuko had paid for it and she didn’t want to waste his money. He seemed to sense that, and scoffed. “Don’t worry about it. The Fire Nation has more money than we’ll ever need.” His words seemed a little more slurred than usual. Maybe it was just the background noise. “Still. I appreciate it, Zuko. Thanks for everything.” She didn’t quite know what she meant by that. What did “everything” encompass? Thanks for helping Aang save the world? Thanks for turning the Fire Nation back into a respectable entity? Thanks for taking a literal lightning bolt to the chest for her? Somehow, “thanks” just didn’t seem like enough. He smiled. Their eyes met. He looked back down. Zuko sighed and brushed his hand through his hair. Katara was confused. “What’s wrong?”

Zuko looked back up at her, then frowned at the contents of his cup. “I just- um. I really want to kiss you right now.” She blinked. “So….what’s stopping you?” she meant to think, but somehow ended up saying it out loud. Oh well. His eyes shot back up. His head kind of tilted, like when a dog hears a noise they don’t quite understand. Katara’s brain took about .002 seconds to make up its mind. She lifted up on her toes and kissed Zuko before either of them could change their minds. Later, she’d say something poetic like “he tasted like smoke and spices” or whatever. But right now? He tasted like the bottom of whatever barrell their drinks came out of.

The first time Zuko realized he was in love with Katara, she was teaching him how to pack snow into the holes of his igloo to help keep the warmth in. “No, Zuko,” she had said. “You can’t just start a fire inside a house made of ice that’s literally the opposite of productive right now,” she had said. They were in the Southern Water Tribe, solidifying arrangements for Katara to be the official ambassador of the Southern Water Tribe and hold a seat on Zuko’s council.

Honestly, Zuko would have done anything if it meant he got to see Katara every day. The idea of her actually living in the palace made him downright giddy. Giddy enough that he was willing to spend nights in a house made of literal ice in order to ensure he got to spend more time with Karara.

She turned around to make sure he was comprehending her lessons. Spoiler alert: he wasn’t. “Zuko, what did I just say?” she asked, but her tone was way less condescending than her words. He coughed to buy time. “You, um. You said I can’t make a fire here.” She chuckled. “You realize you’re going to freeze tonight if you don’t make this work?” Zuko had not, in fact, realized that yet. He ran a hand through his hair. “So I’m just supposed to survive for an extended period of time in here by myself? Without my bending?” He hoped he sounded as incredulous as he felt. Apparently not, because she was laughing even harder now. "You wouldn't have to fight to survive if you'd just listen to me. Here, do it yourself." She gave him a handful of snow. He took it, and it immediately melted.

He wrinkled his nose.

“I think I might die if I have to stay in here alone tonight.”

“You know what?” she said, freezing the snow back. “I think you’re right. I’ll stay in here with you,”

Zuko’s breath hitched.

“-Just to make sure you survive the night. Would that be alright?” He could hear her smile in her voice. Of course that would be alright. That would be amazing. That would be-

“Perfect! Please! Yes- I.” he stumbled. “I don’t want to die tonight.” He still wasn’t completely convinced that he wouldn’t die, but if he did, he wanted to make sure it was by her side.

The first time Zuko told Katara he loved her, they were watching the fireworks on the first anniversary of the war’s ending. There was a huge festival in their honor, and it was the first time Katara had been surrounded by all of her closest friends in a very long time. The sun had just set, and the cool summer night was a relief from the sweltering heat Katara had endured for most of the day. She supposed she should start getting used to the heat. Just in case. They were alone for the first time that day, atop some hill Zuko knew about that awarded them the best view in the city, he’d said. She’d never admit it, but he was right. They could see the city capital for miles and miles. She could see each individual light from each house. The Fire Nation looked nothing less than gorgeous. The fireworks were just starting, and Zuko took it upon himself to name every type and how they were made. Katara honestly couldn’t care less, but she was happy just to hear him talk about something he enjoyed.

A particularly large firework burst, and spread beautiful orange lights over the sky. They could hear the crowd’s reaction far below them. Katara really, really wished this moment would last forever.

“Zuko, this is amazing. I love it!”

His hand found hers in the dark. He squeezed it.

“I love you, Katara.”

She laid her head on his shoulder. “I love you, too Zuko.”

The first time (yes, there were multiples) Zuko asked Katara to marry him, they were out by the turtleduck pond, watching the new baby turtleducks learn how to swim. It was a spring morning, and the breeze brought with it the scent of freshly-bloomed fire lilies. Katara was playing with the turtleducks, giving them gentle waves to splash in. Zuko had been drowning in work just a half hour before, Katara had had to drag him out of his office for a much-needed break. Zuko was leaning against the big tree in the garden, and Katara was leaning against him.

She was a well-seasoned ambassador for the Southern Water Tribe, and had managed to negotiate peace and trade not only between the Fire Nation and her tribe, but the Northern Water Tribe as well. She had carved out a place for herself on the Fire Nation council, and Zuko supported her through it all. She, honestly, felt at home here.

“I could honestly stay here forever,” she mused aloud.

Zuko grabbed her hand, stroking the back of it idly with his thumb.

“How would you like to?” he almost whispered.

She craned her neck to look at him. “What do you mean? I live here already.”

“No, like... forever forever. How would you like a permanent home in the palace?”

Katara narrowed her eyes. “Zuko, are- are you asking me-”

“Yes! I mean, yeah, I suppose so.”

“You suppose you’re proposing to me.” she deadpanned.

He cleared his throat. “Katara, I’ve loved you for years. I wish I could say I’ve loved you since we met but we both know that isn’t the case.” Katara chuckled.

He took another deep breath. “It would be my honor to ask you to be my wife.”

Katara felt her heart fill, and couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face.

“Yes, Zuko. I’ll marry you. But you know your mother will be upset that she missed the proposal.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I guess we’ll have to make sure she’s here next time.”

The first time Zuko and Katara kissed on their wedding day- way, way before they were supposed to- they were giggling like children, hiding from the prying eyes of the fire sages and Katara's ladies in waiting. It was still early morning; the sun hadn't risen yet. The palace was already bustling with servants preparing for the ceremony. Zuko should have been tired, but he wasn't. He was too excited. They met up in Zuko’s office, having judged it the last place anyone would look for them today of all days. Zuko got there first, and sat on his desk, idly playing with his hands. There were so, so many things that could go wrong today. He ran through a mental checklist of everything he needed to do. He was on his third run-through when the doorknob jiggled slightly, and Katara slipped in the door as quietly as she could.

They met eyes, and burst into quiet laughter. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Zuko said.

“I’m sneaking around my own palace.” He felt like a teenager all over again.

“You know the fire sages wouldn’t approve. It gOeS AgAinSt TrAdiTiOn” she said, mocking the ancient Fire Sages’ voices. That only made them both laugh even harder.

“Everything about this goes against tradition!” He grabbed her waist as he said that, bringing them closer. “That’s part of what makes it so great.”

He tilted her chin up for a kiss. The first of many, on this special day. They locked eyes for a moment.

“Honestly, you’ve been my wife for a long, long time. This just makes it official.”

She snorted. “It was official to me when you took that lightning all those years ago.”

The first time Katara realized she was pregnant, she was sitting at a long, long dinner table in between her husband and an old Fire Nation nobleman with a long, silver beard. She remembered his beard specifically, because the sight of a small crumb that had gotten trapped in the wispy hairs suddenly made Katara very, very nauseous. She excused herself politely, the picture of an ever-graceful Fire Lady. Ursa taught her well. Katara held her posture perfectly all the way until she rounded the corner and was out of eyesight- then she all but sprinted to the bathroom. Her handmaids shared a look with each other.

After Katara cleaned herself up, she looked at herself in the mirror for a long, long time. She thinks, deep down, she’s known for a while now. Being a healer, she had become very in tune with the details of her own body. She’s been noticing a change for weeks, at least. But she guessed it was finally time to acknowledge it. She knew her handmaids were probably wondering why she hadn’t asked for her monthly supplies yet. She’d better tell Zuko before the rumor spread faster than any of his flames would.

She waited until the night. They were in bed, but not asleep. Zuko was writing something down on a scroll, and the small candle he lit cast his face in a warm glow.

“So what are you writing? Is it names?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Names? What? No, it’s-”

“Well you should start.”

“Start what?”

She smirked. “Start thinking about names.” “Names for what? Katara, I don’t un-” his mouth closed. Then opened again. Then closed.

She smiled. “I’m pregnant, Zuko.”

His face lit up. Zuko flung his arms around his wife, and she swears she hadn’t seen him smile this wide since their wedding day.

Katara took everything in, reveling in just how she ended up here. If you had told her at 14 that she’d be the Fire Lady, and carry the Fire Lord’s child, she would have definitely written them off as insane. But right now, in this moment, she couldn’t be happier with how her life turned out.

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zutaralover94 · 5 years

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Congratulations for 500 followers 😘💖 Zutara / 5 ✌️✨

#5 for Zutara writing prompt was Arranged Marriage! Please excuse the extreme wait! I hope you both enjoy this. I really like the end. So I hope you do too!

“I will never love you.”

Katara stood in probably the most beautiful dress she had ever owned, but the fact that on the other side of room was her newly appointed husband, ruined her mood to admire her gown. She looked through a random book that was in the room. They were waiting to walk out into the reception as the new couple. As the future rulers of the Fire Nation and Water Tribes.

“I don’t expect you to.” Zuko mumbled.

Katara slammed the book, she turned around and glared at him. “Then why me?!”

“Uncle suggested the match.” Zuko lifted one shoulder.

“There were plenty of other young women in the tribe that would have killed to be your wife. Why me?” Katara felt herself turning desperate. If neither of them expected anything out of the marriage minus peace for the kingdoms, then he certainly could have chosen someone who wanted the title. Katara was perfectly fine with her family home, with her small group of young water benders, and her own peace.

“Uncle said you were a master,” Zuko rubbed at the back of his neck. “He said you were a great teacher of waterbending. Said that it would be wise to have a strong figure like you to stand beside me.” Zuko finally turned around to her. “So, I chose you.”

“Do you always listen to your Uncle?” Katara crossed her arms over her chest.

“I didn’t use to,” Zuko said with a shrug. “But I learned that lesson the hard way.”

Katara sighed and turned back to the stack of books, “Whatever. I’m hungry.”

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Eight months later

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Katara was pulling out multiple braids the maids had put in her hair that morning. Breakfast with the King and council, a meeting that followed immediately after, another with the royal guard and battle tactics, then following that was lunch with the Duke of Omashu. After that, Katara finally had a small break and took a stroll through the fire lily gardens with her head maid that ended with high tea with two other Ladies from Ba Sing Se. Katara had been filled in on gossip of the neighboring kingdoms. Katara wished to say that their company was a complete bore but that was a lie. The hour and a half long meeting with some dignitary from the Crescent Island had to be the top of the list of the day. Sadly, that was not where her day ended or slowed down.

Zuko and Katara had been called away to dine with the Lee family. (Don’t ask her which one because truthfully who cared?) Then she dozed off lightly on their hour journey back. When she had woken, her head rested against Zuko’s shoulder and hot heavy breaths blew over her forehead. Katara knew by the small snore on intake of breath that Zuko had fallen asleep like her. She smiled at that.

The princess had finally sat down to her vanity with tired feet and her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Her fingers unknotting the smaller braids close to her temples. She was brushing through her hair when a knock came from her door. “Come in!” She heard a click of the door opening and closing. She peeked in the mirror to see her husband leaned against the door and sighing heavily. “Oh! Zuko,” Katara pulled her robes closed and turned. “I thought you were Meng.”

Zuko turned to look at Katara, “How was your day?”

Katara gave a soft smile, “About the same as yours. Except I know all about how some Lady from some random prefecture is severely in love with her husband’s stable hand.” Katara did her best impression of a snooty woman. She even crossed her legs and held an invisible tea cup to toast Zuko.

“Should I be screening my stable hands with you?” Zuko gave a light laugh.

And it severely hurt her. Because this marriage, this contract, killed all of her motivation to get to truly know Zuko. The man certainly was tolerable enough. Though his jokes were dry and his advice could use more refinement. But Zuko was nice. He led well. Definitely not as well as his father had wanted him to but… Minus the little outburst the following two months after he became King, Zuko led the kingdom to prosperity.

Zuko leaned against her vanity and smiled down to her, “It only gets worse. Just wait till your birthday in the next few month.”

“You know my birthday?” Katara played with her hair.

“Sixth day of the winter solstice. Right?” Zuko looked around her vanity briefly before handing her a hair tie.

“Yes,” Katara accepted the tie and began wrapping her hair back. It was beautifully crimped from the tight braid she had worn all day. She looked up to Zuko in the mirror. “Yours is the second month into the summer.”

“Yeah,” Zuko nodded.

There was a small pause in conversation. Zuko looked around her bed chamber. He didn’t often come in here and most of the time it was a quiet ‘good night’ said from her door to the hall.

Katara was almost relieved to find that she would not have to share a bed with Zuko. Though after tea with the Ladies from Ba Sing Se, she would say that would have to change soon. Very soon. Way too soon.

It was expected of her to birth a child within the first year of their marriage. The sooner the better.

Which Katara understood from a royal standpoint. You wanted the lineage to continue. Another blood heir to take the place if something were to happen to the King. But from where Katara sat, she didn’t think she could go through with that without loving someone first. And Katara made it very clear from the start she would never love Zuko.

Zuko cleared his throat, “Right, well it all begins again tomorrow.” He gave a short bow and then whispered a ‘Good Night’ into the back of her hand when he kissed it.

Katara blushed and turned her head to the side, failing to hide the blush from the King. “Good night.”

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A Few Months Later

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“Her Royal Highness, Katara Ven Luna De Sole.”

Katara blew out a breath before straightening her posture and walked through the door. Zuko was standing just inside the door with a smile. He held his elbow for her to take and he escorted her the rest of the way into the ballroom. “You look lovely.” Zuko leaned in close to her.

“Thank you,” Katara felt a blush bloom across her cheeks.

They took steps to the platform along one wall of the ballroom. Katara’s head maid quickly stepped to help her small train fall beside her when they took their seats on the throne.

Zuko gestured for the music and turned to all of their guests, “Let my beautiful wife’s birthday celebration begin!” The band took their cue and began a waltz like tune. Zuko then turned to Katara who was sat straight in her chair. “How do you like it my queen?” He asked as he sat down and held out a hand to her.

Katara was shocked. Really. Zuko had planned the whole event and with minimum questions besides what her favorite color was and favorite foods were. Katara planned close to nothing. Only insisting on inviting a few of her closest friends. Zuko immediately agreed to everyone on her list and went about to get them hand delivered.

The party was sparkling with creams and dusty blues that set off the dark reds of the ballroom. Their symbols blended together in a yin yang balance. There were long tables filled with her favorites and with other items, because Zuko understood not everyone loved stewed sea prunes.

Katara smiled to Zuko and took his hand, immediately intertwining their fingers, “Thank you, this has to be the most stunning birthday I have ever had.”

“Good.” Zuko nodded and looked out the to the crowd.

Katara didn’t look away from Zuko. Her fingers tightened slightly and Zuko rubbed his thumb over her knuckle. Katara felt something flutter in her chest. He was really trying. Truly. If the party didn’t prove it, then the walks he now took with her in the afternoons when she was sure he had daily training with his men during the same time. They had talked more in the last month than Katara was sure she had ever talked to anyone, minus Gran Gran of course.

Zuko had even placed a fountain in the garden that were filled with rare purple and red lotuses. Katara hadn’t even asked for it. There was a bench that was sat to the side with beautiful carvings in the stone. Katara often snuck to sit out there with a book or simply to play with the water in the fountain. It had brought her so much joy. Katara didn’t know how to properly thank him.

Her contracted husband, whom she had sworn she would never love, was making that promise a very hard accomplishment.

Zuko had gained his throne rightfully and stood with honor and dignity he was told that he never owned. She saw him grow within the last nine months. He took his position in leaps and bounds. She also giggled one evening when Zuko had stopped by her room, that Zuko gained a new grey strand with every accomplishment he obtained. Zuko grumbled and combed his fingers through his hair. Katara could have swooned as his bangs were pushed back off his face. She still wasn’t sure it was safe to tell him that he should wear his hair with his bangs pulled back into a bun.

Her husband was definitely handsome. Katara sighed inwardly. Or maybe it was outwardly because golden eyes looked over to her and then Zuko turned his head with a smile, “What?”

“I-,” Katara looked down at their hands and then down to the crowd.

“Would you like to dance?”

Katara nodded and looked up to him. Zuko stood and led her down the stairs to where people parted and made way for the couple. Zuko kept them towards the front side of the dance floor and in sync, stepped into the dance.

It was an easy dance and the layers Katara had on didn’t seem to make Zuko stumble like she was afraid when she put it on. Zuko led her gracefully into the steps being mindful of his hands and the space between their bodies. Katara again sighed and Zuko looked down to her.

“You alright?” Zuko tilted his head. “You’re not tired yet are you?”

“No,” Katara shook her head. “I’m simply thinking.”

“What about?” Zuko readjusted his their hands to a more relaxed position.

Katara blushed and turned her head away. He would ask. She was going to embarrass herself now. “It’s nothing.”

“You know I had an annoying sister that often told me, ‘If it’s nothing then you can tell me.’” Zuko raise his eyebrow to her. Katara looked up through her eyelashes to him and shook her head. “Fine, if you don’t wish to tell me.” Zuko raised his head in an overly haughty look.

Katara shook her head, “Trust me, my king,” She looked away again. “It was nothing.”

“Hmm,” Zuko smiled and continued in silence until the end of the dance. “Shall we get you something to drink or have another dance?” He asked as they bowed to each other and then gave a clap to the other dancers and band.

“A drink would be nice.” Katara took Zuko’s hand as he led her to the table of different colored cups.

The celebration had lasted for much longer than any party Katara was sure she had ever been to. (Except for her wedding night. That would be the longest day of her life. Ever.) She danced and drank, she laughed and talked with friends and with other invited guests. Most of time she was next to Zuko, a part of her constantly touched him, even if it was her pinky finger locked with his in the folds of her skirts. It all moved along greatly and there were so many birthday wishes as presents that Katara was almost overwhelmed.

Zuko caught her mid-yawn that she tried to hid behind her large goblet of wine. She gave a guilty smile and apologized before continuing her talk with the elder Beifong couple. Zuko stepped to her side and gently kissed her cheek close to her ear, “If you wish to retire for the night, we can.”

Katara shook her head, “But what about all of the guests?”

“They will leave, especially if you decide to turn in.” Zuko whispered softly and leaned back to look at her. “But if you wish to stay out longer there is one more surprise I wish to give you.” He smiled and bowed his head dismissing the Beifong couple. “It’s my gift to you.”

“A party wasn’t enough?” Katara gave a light laugh and followed as Zuko began to pull her along.

“The celebration is for everyone else, this, this is a gift from me.” Zuko led her to the gardens they often walked through in the afternoon. Guards stood with lanterns on hooks along the path. Katara would nod to ones that caught her eye.

“I never thought I would complain about the cold in this place, but Zuko it’s chilly we should have stopped for our jackets before coming out here.” Katara mothered as she walked only one step behind Zuko.

He stopped abruptly and turned to her, “Close your eyes.”

“Zuko, aren’t you listening.” Katara put her hands on her hips with a pout.

“Yes, but the longer your beautiful sapphire eyes are looking at me the longer we are staying out here.” Zuko countered.

Katara huffed and closed her eyes. Even with her eyes closed she could see his signature smirk he wore when he won. Katara rolled her eyes under her lids. She heard a snap and felt a small surge of heat cut through the cold before it surrounded her again. But she didn’t dare open her eyes until Zuko told her to.

Zuko had taken steps away from her and she heard him mumble something. Then clearly said, “Open your eyes.”

When Katara blinked her eyes open she gasped. She had never seen a more beautiful picture ever. Her eyes filled with tears as she took in all the details.

Zuko had lit lanterns that floated through the water lilies in her, their fountain. There were small and large candles sat around in different clumps that shone on the water and ground. They lit up the garden in a glow so beautiful Katara couldn’t help the tear that fell.

But at the center of it all was what made her heart stutter.

Zuko held onto a floating lantern and gave her the smallest of soft smiles she has ever seen on a human being. He stretched out a hand and Katara hiccuped on a small cry. She stepped towards him with a wobbling smile.

“I once read a story, of a king who would light a lantern on his wife’s birthday for every year that he loved her.” Katara took Zuko’s hand and looked down to the glowing lantern. “He would lift it into the sky to show all the world his love. The wife claimed him to be a foolish man. And maybe he was. But he did it every year. The number of lanterns he would send off grew and grew each year.” Zuko pulled Katara a little closer to him. Katara took a hold of an edge like Zuko and she licked her lips as Zuko continued his story. “Util the year he died in a horrible war.” Katara’s face crinkled into one of confusion at Zuko’s pause. “And his wife at his burial lit one lantern. And would continue to do so every year on his birthday. To show her love for her deceased husband.” Zuko paused and gave a half chuckle. “Sorry that was um really not the happy ending. I just read it and I thought the tradition of lighting a lantern on your birthday was something we could do. Or I could do for you- or maybe this was stupid. Yeah this was stupid. We don’t have to-”

Katara yanked him down by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. She loved this man. Spirits. He did all of this. Everything was for her and she was surprised to find he knew so much about her. He got to know her. In return she knew him. And that if she didn’t shut him up he would take back not only this super storybook romantic tradition. He would also say that the party wasn’t as great as he had planned. Or some other non-sense that lowered his self-esteem. And she would not stand for it. Because she loved it, all of it, the party, the lanterns, him. Oh spirits, she loved him.

Katara let go of the lantern to wrap her arms around Zuko’s neck. Zuko’s surprise had finally worn off and he kissed back, releasing the lantern in favor of wrapping his arms around her as well. Katara squealed as she was lifted from the ground.

The queen pulled back when she was sat back down on her feet. Her smile was bright as she looked up to her contracted husband. “I love you.”

Zuko smiled and pulled her in for another kiss. But not before whispering, “I love you too.” on her lips.

The first lantern took flight in the sky that night. To show the world the King’s love for his Queen. But more importantly for Katara’s love for Zuko.

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shiroallura · 5 years

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atlantic - sleeping at last

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Zutara Week 2023

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Prompt: Home

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[ID: This situation could have happened before or after they started their relationship… or both, you decide. Personally, I like to think that before starting their relationship, Zuko screamed internally like a fangirl when he had the slightest physical contact with Katara, even if she only praised him. Because obviously he was the one who fell in love first. I have no proof but no doubt either.]

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✨🎨💙🎨✨ 🎉 New year, new icon! ✨🎨😺🎨✨ 💸 Rábano se lleva la mitad de mis quincenas so... 📸 Supongo que se puede considerar socia mayoritaria y por ende tiene que aparecer en la portada este año. ❤️💛💚💙💜 ✌️ Y al parecer este será el año de Fabio. ✂️ Porque no creo que vaya a cortarme el cabello en un bien rato... 😬 Aunque, en honor a la verdad, ya me la estoy pasando raro con eso de que me pese la cabeza. 🎉🎊🎆🎊🎉 🍻 ¡Feliz inicio de año para todos! 🍾🥂🎇🥂🍾 #newicon #artistoninstagram #illustration #digitalart #digitaldrawing #digitalillustration #sketch #drawing #wip #myart #mystyle #mywork #myartstyle #myartwork #bee_geek https://www.instagram.com/p/C1m1Vrcr9FQ/?hl=es-la

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echo-of-sounds · 3 years

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😍 I loved this chapter of AB!! I fell in love with Ursa drunk version, I identified myself so hard jeje. About her additional room of hers converted into a warehouse I started to think: How would boys react if they found out that you keep all the things that remind you of them? I mean... the first flower they gave you (already dried obviously), the wrappers for the candy they gave you; that sort of thing. I don't ask cause I have saved even the bus ticket for my first date with my husband. 😉

Aizawa isn’t sentimental. He doesn’t need little pictures to know he loves you. Though as smart as he is, he can’t remember everything. Seeing the ticket for the play he brought you to and the business card for that little ice cream shop you stopped at reminds Shouta of those little moments he had almost forgotten. It’s nice being able to look back on the things you’ve done together.

You’ll have a lot of little mementos from your relationship with Toshinori. He gives you so many things: flowers, candies, little statues, bookmarks, stuffed animals, jewelry, charms, stickers, everything. He just adores giving to and spoiling and seeing you smile. It’d be a wonder how you’d manage to keep everything. Toshi loves how you keep them because he’s loved.

Hizashi is kind of the same way. His memory isn’t always the best, so he ends up collecting movie and concert tickets, lanyards, and pins of all the shows he’s brought you to. Having something physical helps him keep those memories. Hizashi appreciates that you do it too. You two can sit back, relax, and go through your memories together.

Fatgum thinks it’s super cute. He’s also the sentimental type. And he loves keeping them on display! Small stuffed animals, holiday and get well soon cards, seaglass you found on your seventeenth date, the tiara he made you wear for your latest birthday are all neatly and safely placed on a bookshelf. Tai smiles and kisses you every time he looks at them and gets a warm feeling.

Gang Orca’s heart nearly bursts. That's not being dramatic. Not only do you love him so much, but you love everything he’s done for and given you. He’s so careful when picking up the dried petals, wanting to smell them. Even though their scent is long faded, he’s able to remember their smell and your smile when he gave them to you. Kugo won’t go through everything unless you say it’s okay. He doesn’t want to pry. But seeing how much you kept really warms his heart.

Hound Dog doesn’t understand. Why keep the old, wrinkled bracelet from a fair you went to years ago? You have the memories. Why do you need something physical? Nevertheless, he still sorta kinda appreciates it. Trinkets and tickets remind Ryo of the smaller parts of your relationship that were still just as important. He may tease you about some things though.

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tomurasprincess · 3 years

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WOW!! "The Brood" was... Wow!! My legs are shaking, my stomach is still clenched with excitement and I had to change my shorts because the others ended up soaking wet. I don't know if it is because this fic coincided with the highest peak of my hormonal cycle but it has been months since I had such an intense orgasm. I just want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH! 😭💖✨✨✨

You’re welcome! I’m glad you enjoyed it, I absolutely loved writing it 💞

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merruschka · 3 years

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[ID: Digital paining of adult Zuko with long hair, Aang and Katara. Zuko going away and pulling his light robe over his shoulder while gazing at the couple behind him. Katara and Aang, more in the background, hugging. Picture is held in greyscaled coloring with some color additions, such as Zuko's golden eyes, Aang's tattoo and Katara's eyes.]

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2 and 10? PLEEEEEEEASE?

Thanks so much for the request! Childhood best friends and high school popular kid/nerd aus! This one I could probably write a long chapter book about!

“I heard she was back for good.”

“Yeah but why did she leave to begin with?”

“Well… Ty Lee told Asumi, who told Kya, who thentold Izumi…”

Zuko’s head hit the desk. The two girls in frontof him paused their conversation and looked to him with a disgusted look. WhenZuko looked up, the girls had turned back around and were now huddled closertogether. Zuko just kept his head down and closed his eyes.

“Oh, thank you.”

Zuko knew that voice anywhere. Hell, he hadgrown up with that voice chasing after him. Except now, now it had an airy tintto it. Like a heavenly sound or a siren that lulls you into the ocean onlyto rip your heart out and leave. Zuko gritted his teeth.

“Anyone sitting here?”

Agni. Zuko turned to thevoice. Midnight blue eyes blinked at him expectantly. Zuko’s eyes followed downthe darker tinted tanned skin. Katara had grown up, a lot. She wore the uniformof Ba Sing Se Academy, but she pushed the envelope, like most of the girls. Thewhite button up shirt was untucked and half of the top buttons were undone toshow a light blue undershirt. The navy blue plaid skirt fell millimeters belowher fingertips. And were those heels? To school?

The Katara, Zuko knew, never wore heels. Thenagain, she wasn’t the type to straddle the line of school rules. Hell, she waslike a mother, forcing all those around her to not get into trouble.

The girl next to Katara smirked and gave out ashort laugh. “Careful Kat, you might catch fire on the way he is staring atyou.” The girl wore practically the same outfit except her skirt was a darkgreen plaid and her shirt was buttoned and a school issued tie was around herneck.

It was Katara’s turn to smirk, “No. No. Zuko isharmless.”

She remembers me? Zuko waved to the open desks beside him. Both of the girls takingtheir seats as the teacher walked in.

As class went on, Zuko began to pray to whatevergod and higher power was out there, that this was the only class he had withKatara. The siren she had turned into, was sure to kill him. He looked over toher. Her hair had become somewhat shorter and the braid was replaced with herhair in a half bun and curls that fell in just the right place.

Katara turned to him and raised an eyebrow,“It’s rude to stare.” That got a round of snickers and a flushed Zuko. Theteacher cleared her throat to get the classroom’s attention again.

Zuko turned back to the front and tried to payattention to the teacher in front. Speech was not his favorite subject. But inorder to get out of this hell hole of a city, he had to suffer through. Justone more semester and he was finished. Done. He could leave.

“Now class,” Ms. Joo Dee clapped her hands,“During the last five minutes I would like to discuss the upcoming musical…” Therewas a groan from practically all of the students. “Now, now! This year we willhave professional help!” The teacher’s smile widened. “The Ember Island Playerswill be coming to help you on techniques and stage acting. All those who wishto join, a signup sheet will be placed outside the door.”

Zuko had quickly tuned out and began gatheringhis stuff to leave for the next class.

“What do you have next period?” Katara turnedaround in her seat.

“College preparatory class: Landscaping.” Seafoam green eyes rolled.

“It’s not all that bad, Toph.” Katara patted herhand.

“Think about that, Sugar Queen,” Toph laughedand leaned forward tapping on Katara’s forehead. “How am I supposed to knowwhat color the flowers are? They all look practically the same.”

“Get a cute guy to help you.” Katara smiledback, a joking tone in her voice.

Zuko now rolled his eyes and looked over hisschedule. When the bell rang, he was quick to stand and leave, but a manicuredhand shot out and grabbed his elbow. His eyes followed the tan fingers down thetan arm to Katara with a sugar-sweet smile. “Can you let go? I have to get toclass.”

Katara’s bottom lip pouted. “I was just going tolet you know, in case Sokka hasn’t already told you, we have family dinnertonight.”

“I know.” Zuko felt like growling, but surprisedhimself that his voice came out semi-normal.

Katara retracted her hand with a smile, “ThenI’ll see you tonight?”

“I don’t have a choice.” Zuko pushed away fromthe desk and walked as fast as he could, out of the room to his next class. Agni.

Zuko hadn’t seen Katara in any more of hisclasses up until lunch, which he was thankful for. He still had two left but hedoubted she would show up to mechanics. But his last class was historicalliterature. And if he knew Katara, which he used to, she would be in thatclass.

Zuko sat by himself in an open window, down thehall from the loud lunchroom. He watched as the shades changed as the cloudspassed over the sun. When he felt a tap on his shoulder, he nearly knocked theschool issued laptop, which was sitting in his lap, onto the floor. Fu…

“Sorry.” Katara laughed. Zuko knew in a momentthat it was an unguarded laugh. And when he turned to look up at her, she wasalone.

“What do you want?” Zuko shut the laptop andbegan to stuff it back inside of his bag. If Katara was here, a poesy of peoplewould never be far behind. The library usually keeps the louder people out.The popular people out.

“Geeze,” Katara crossed her arms over her chestand shifted so her weight was on one leg. “No ‘Nice to see you again Kat’ or‘It’s been a few years, you look good.’?”

“It’s nice to see you again, Kitten. It’s been afew years.” Zuko said in a monotone. His eyes raked down her body again.“You’ve changed.”

Katara slightly scoffed at his tone. “But a goodchange right?” Katara fluttered her eyelashes and moved into Zuko’s space,slightly trapping him in the window sill.

Zuko only nodded and shrugged, “Uh, I think thatdepends on who you ask.”

Katara paused in her descend on him; she let outa humorless laugh, “Was that supposed to be an insult?”

Zuko threw his book bag over his shoulder andsmirked down at her as he stood, “I think that…”

“Depends on who I ask.” Katara finished for him.

“Now, you’re getting it, Kitten.” Zuko pushedpast a surprised Katara.

“Stop calling me that!” She yelled after him.Katara could faintly hear the chuckle that came from Zuko.

At the end of the day, Zuko was happy toannounce that he only had one class with Katara. So avoiding her would be easy.Especially once the gossip stopped flying around as to why she was back or whyshe left.

Zuko knew the truth, but why tell everyone aboutKatara’s family fall from grace. Or the fact that he knew the only way she wasback at Ba Sing Se Academy was because of a scholarship. Zuko couldn’t doanything, if she thought the charade of her acting like she still ownedeverything. She would soon see and feel the fall, just like Zuko had.

Though Zuko’s fall would probably be a littleless painful that Katara’s. After the fire two years ago, Zuko fell from thenext up and coming quarterback and most likely to succeed to the lonely nerdwith a messed up face.

Zuko always pointed his problems back to twoyears ago. If those damned rebels hadn’t screwed over the Southern Water City,which was under Katara’s father’s mayorship. Then Zuko’s father wouldn’t have runto help, causing multiple rebellions to set fire to each of Phoenix City’sproperties. Many had called it an insurance gag. There was one report that saidOzai had purposefully sent the rebellion to Southern Water City to overthrowthe mayor. And then sent them to his own properties to act like theywere mad that Ozai had helped Katara’s family.

And did Zuko believe those rumors? Hell yes.Zuko believed his father would do anything for the power and anything to stophis son from becoming something to great. Burning everything Zuko had, hisitems, his football scholarship papers to some of the best colleges, hisdreams, his popularity, his face… his honor.

Zuko’s status fell quickly and painfully.

But watching Katara, he knew it was only a smallmatter of time before everyone found out. And that fall from grace would not bepretty.

***

The next day

***

Zuko cringed as he sat down in his first hourclass. Katara’s rein had only gotten bigger and in one. Now with Azula by herside, the girls following Katara had tripled. Katara quickly became second incommand. And Zuko could almost place a bet on how long it would take for Katarato overthrow the fire queen.

Katara slid into the seat beside Zuko with anasty smile, “Morning, ZuZu.”

Zuko gritted his teeth and refused to look ather. “The fuck you want?”

“Language.” Katara reached over and playfullyslapped his arm. Zuko only scowled and moved out of reach. Katara only put on apout. “Dinner last night was great. Except you know with the parents andsiblings there, it was kind of drab.”

“Drab?” Zuko made the mistake of looking over toKatara.

Katara’s midnight blue eyes seemed a tad darker.Her navy blue fleece jacket was zipped up until right under her chest. Thewhite button up had been opened and shared a fair amount of tanned skin. Shehad on a pair of navy shorts and a pair of dark red boots that came over herknee. “Yes, boring, dumb, not fun at all. So I was thinking maybe tomorrow nightwe could do it without them?”

Zuko could hear the slight nervousness in hervoice. “I don’t think so.”

“You think too much.” Katara tilted her head. Aringlet curl fell onto her cheek and she swiped it behind her ear.

“Then, no.” Zuko turned back to his desk andlooked down at his notebook as Ms. Joo Dee walked in.

“Fine.” Katara plopped back into her chair witha childish pout and arms crossed over her chest.

And that was it. Zuko was so relieved whenKatara didn’t try to stop him from practically running out of the room. But therelief soon wore off later that day during free period. Zuko had sat down andopened his homework for math when another body sat down across from him. Thesmell of oceans and firelillies drifted over to him.

Zuko took and deep breath and released it beforelooking up to Katara. “Can I not go a whole day without seeing you afterSpeech?”

Katara smiled and opened a book. “‘Fraid not.”She slid a piece of paper over to him. A blue tutor note, that had Zuko shakinghis head furiously.

“No. I refuse.”

“Zuko…” Katara drawled out with a pitiful lookin her eyes. “I need help. Seriously.”

“No.” Zuko slammed his own math book closed andbegan gathering his things.

“Come on Zuko.” Katara was quick to grab hisbook and pull it towards her. “I really need help. I don’t understand anythingout of Mr. Bushi is saying! What is tan and why is it sin? Zuko you have tohelp!” Katara clutched the book to her chest. “Please.”

Zuko closed his eyes and took another deepbreath. “You can find someone else to help. Let me have my book back.”

“There is no one else that is tutoring in trigthis semester, unless I want Mr. Bushi’s alternate personality Xu to help.”Katara pleaded.

Zuko opened his eyes and sat back down in hischair. “Sit.” Zuko grumbled after a few seconds of silent.

“You’re the best!” Katara sat back down with alarge smile and opened the book back up.

Days turned into weeks, turned into months andthe end of the school years was approaching. Zuko was getting antsy. Hereceived a scholarship to Raiders University and he was excited to finally getout of here.

Zuko would miss the hour he spent with anunguarded Katara. She had quite quickly caught on trigonometry and was probablyeven quicker at solving most of the homework problems than Zuko.

“So graduation is in two weeks. You excited?”Katara closed the math book. They still had fifteen minutes to spare.

“Ha,” Zuko gave a short laugh. “Who isn’texcited at this point?”

“I’m going to miss it.” Katara shrugged. Shewore a light blue cardigan today. Her white polo was highly decorated in laceand her navy blue shorts were high with little silver buttons.

“Miss what?” Zuko closed his math book and beganputting it away. “The terrible cafeteria food or the math equations you willnever have to look at again?”

Katara propped her chin on her hand and lookedat Zuko. “Neither…” It came out really quiet and it caught Zuko’s attention.

He looked up and navy blue eyes looked at him.There was sadness there; something like Zuko couldn’t place the feeling behindher eyes. “Then what? The popularity?” Zuko grabbed the spare pencils andshoved them into his bag as well. “Trust me; you won’t have a problem fittinginto whatever sorority you plan on joining.”

“Not that.” Katara shook her head. “I’ll missthis.” Zuko stopped shoving things deeper into his bag. He again looked up toher, golden eyes falling steady onto Katara. “I’ll miss you.” Katara bit herlip after the words came spilling out.

Zuko’s heart burst open. Years of suppressingfeeling for the girl in front of him tumbled around in his chest. Butterflies… Fucknot butterflies but a stampede of cowpotomusses… filled his stomach. Inthat instant, Zuko wanted nothing more than to confess those feelings. But itwasn’t fair. Wasn’t right. They were going to two different Universities. AndZuko wasn’t going to let his dumb feelings get in the way of her going after herdreams. “I’ll miss you too, Kitten.”

Katara’s nose scrunched up. “Stop with thenickname. I definitely won’t miss that.” They laughed and gathered their thingsas the bell rang. Zuko soaked in the sound of Katara’s laughter and locked itaway with all of his childhood memories.

At the graduation party Zuko stood alone, a cupof spiked punch in his hand, as he watched Katara flit around the room. Thenavy dress she wore seemed plain, but he had overheard many of the girls exclaimhow beautiful it looked. Katara smiled to everyone and talked and laughed. Evenafter word got out about her scholarship, Katara remained popular. Peoplepractically worshipped her drive for knowledge and she kept her throne at thepopulars’ table.

Every other person she would talk to her eyeswould drift over to the tall man standing in the corner alone. And after anhour more of talking to people, she skirted the outside of the room and toZuko. “Having fun?”

Zuko smiled, “It’s better than looking at a bookof trigonometry for an hour.” He joked.

No matter how ridiculous the joke was, Kataralaughed. She placed her hand on his shoulder and began slipping out ofsparkling golden heels. “You know the best thing about university?”

“What?” Zuko held onto Katara, as she took offthe other heel.

“You can wear sweat pants and slippers to class,and no one will look at you funny.” Katara held onto the heel of her shoes.

“I like the way you think.” Zuko’s heart sped upslightly when he realized that Katara wasn’t going to let go of his arm. “So dosorority girls have like uniformed pajamas or…”

Katara laughed and nudged his arm with hershoes. “Very funny.” She turned and looked around the room. “I’m sure many do…and they have Kappa Kappa Omega written on the seat of the pants.”

Zuko nodded. “Color coded for each sister.”

Katara shook her head. “So you have everythingplanned out for when you start?”

“Yeah,” Zuko looked down to the girl next tohim. “I have my pajama colors picked out and everything.” Katara gave a wholenew round of laughter. “And if Azumi thinks she’s stealing metallic gold awayfrom me. She better watch out.”

Katara busted out laughing, causing Zuko to joinin with her. “Zuko…”

“Okay,” Zuko’s laughter died down. “Yes. I haveeverything settled. I meet my roommate two weeks before I move into the dorms.He seems fine.”

“Mmm.” Katara hummed and waved to a group thathad called out to her. “Ty Lee is the only other person I know that’s going tobe at Water Island University.”

“Ahh, well don’t miss me too much, Kitten.” Zukonudged Katara.

“Miss what?” Katara teased, “You droning onabout angles and the hypotenuse? Or that terrible nickname?”

“What?” Zuko shrugged his shoulders in fakeignorance, “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy those long hours of my droning.”

Katara shook her head and they stood in silence.After a few minutes, Katara made her way to leave to talk to more people. Zukostuck out his arm to catch her before she got too far. “Kat… I…”

“Katara!” A girl yelled from across the room.Katara turned to look at her, she held up a finger to the girl. The girl lookedslightly irrated on having to wait.

“Yeah?” Katara turned back to Zuko, a smallbloom of hope rising in her eyes.

“I’m really going to miss you.” Zuko nodded, ablush crawled up his neck. “We’ll keep touch right?”

Katara smiled and she quickly wrapped her armsaround his neck. “Of course. I’ll miss you too.”

As Katara let go and Zuko sat his drink down toleave, little did either know that this would be their last time to confess tothe other. Or that the other, years later, would look back on that day and kickthemselves for not saying something about their childhood feeling.

#zutara #fanfiction #zutara short fic #i hope this smooths your needs #i could write a whole fic about these prompts #with more background #and flashbacks #childhood friends au #high school popular kid/nerd au #thanks for the request!#zutaralover94 answers #beealexageek

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