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Pairing: Zuko x Reader Word Count: 782 Prompt: @fluff-cember Day 3: snowman Summary: You help Zuko make a snowman for the first time. Warnings: mild language, mentions of firebending, mild teasing, brief physical touch, implied emotional vulnerability

The crisp winter air stings your cheeks, but you don’t mind. The snow-covered Earth Kingdom village feels like a dream, its narrow streets lined with snow-laden rooftops and quiet serenity. You kick a puff of snow with your boot, grinning as the powder swirls in the breeze. For someone who’s never seen snow like this before, the possibilities seem endless.

Behind you, Zuko walks with his usual guarded intensity, golden eyes scanning the quiet village for threats that aren’t there. His breath fogs in the cold, and his arms are crossed tight over his chest as if he can will the chill away through sheer determination.

You stop in your tracks and spin to face him. “Let’s build a snowman.”

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word count: 406 (excerpts from a 1.2k word fic)

Of all the battles he had fought as the Avatar, all the struggles through which he had prevailed, Aang thought that perhaps parenthood was his life’s true proudest achievement. He’d known from the moment Katara had found out that they’d be parents that she’d be a wonderful mother, but he’d be lying if he said that he had been entirely confident in his own abilities.

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Despite the many hats he had to wear for work, he always made a point of coming home to Katara as much as he possibly could. What was being the Avatar for, if not to use his abilities to race home to the love of his life?

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Their third child, Tenzin, had immediately been identified as an airbender by Aang. He told Katara that he could just feel it, he could see it in the way his son moved through the air , waving his hands as if the oxygen itself was a tangible thing he could touch. As Bumi grew up, it was clear that he would be much more calm and stern than his two rambunctious siblings, perhaps in an unconscious attempt to balance them out.

Aang taught him the airbending traditions the same way he continued to teach Tenzin’s siblings-  he brought the three, along with Katara when she could take a break from work, to the air temples to aid in their restoration. He taught Tenzin the airbending forms, but he taught him in a group, with his other two siblings. For Kya, the airbending forms were applicable to her own waterbending, and for Bumi, they were a way for him to better understand the flow of chi through the body and calm his energetic nature. 

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“Do you think they’re going to turn out alright?” Katara asked, and both pride and nervousness were present in her tone. “Are we doing a good job?”

Aang smiled softly at her, wrapping his arm around her smaller frame. “For a couple with only one parent between the two of us, I think we’re doing alright.”

Katara’s only response was a laugh and a splash of water to his face from the water she carried at her hip. She carefully bent it back into the bottle.

“They’re doing wonderfully.” Aang looked into the courtyard, where Kya and Bumi were locked in the mud, Kya bending mud-balls and Bumi throwing them back at her, while Tenzin tried in vain to get between them. “We have beautiful kids, Katara. Beautiful souls, too. The air nomad culture will live through them. It doesn’t matter if just Tenzin is an airbender- what the nomads would have wanted to be passed on is their way of life .”

♥ the rest of the (completed) fic can be found here 𖦹°꩜｡.࿔

author's note: aang being a bad parent is CHARACTER ASSASSINATION and i won't stand for it. i just know that him and katara wouldn't be focused on just passing on bending, but the *teachings* and ideals of both of their tribes to all their children, regardless of bending status. OR, aang and katara become parents and aang finds out that parenting is his proudest achievement, more so than stopping a hundred year war or holding the position of avatar

I was scrolling through YouTube, searching for good Lana Del Rey edit audios, when I stumbled upon this particular slowed down version of Cinnamon Girl.

Hold me, love me, touch me, honey

Be the first who ever did

Cinnamon Girl is probably, no, undoubtedly one of my favorite Lana songs. There's just something about her voice, melody, lyrics ... beautiful, but sad. Nostalgic.

There's things I wanna say to you

But I'll just let you live

Like if you hold me without hurting me

You'll be the first who ever did

There's things I wanna talk about

But better not to keep

But if you hold me without hurting me

You'll be the first who ever did

Sounds familliar, huh?

And then there's this beautiful fanmade (I didn't know at the time so I was patiently waiting throughout the whole series to witness this kind of a longing look and them smilling at each other lol) gif of Zutara looking at each other lovingly, yearningly, that i just thought to myself that now's the effing time to rewatch Atla.

And it all happened so quickly (exactly a month ago i finished book 1 lol), I went through the whole series in just three days.

And oh my god the pain, this huge black hole inside my heart that I felt after finishing what was back then one of my favorite childhood cartoons.

And then I buried myself in tons of Zutara ffs lol. I found it hard to fall asleep, I was once sitting at my desk, reading a ff and realizing that it's 5 in the morning and that I've been sitting like that for the whole night.

WHEEL OF FORTUNE - BUMI

Upright: Good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point

Reverse: Bad luck, resistance to change, breaking cycles

“Instead of seeing what they want you to see, you gotta open your brain to the possibilities.”

Who would have known that Bumi would become some crazy king with mad earthbending skills? I rewatched the “King of Omashu” episode to get the image I wanted to for this card, toggling between images of him earthbending or him in his king outfit. 

Eventually I settled for something like this, a king chilling with his ‘wheel of fortune’ boulder that's resting on the rock candy crystal things he used on Sokka and Katara. 

I thought the card tipping to the side was a nice touch, considering Bumi is just a little bit out of it. Haha.

Pairing: Zuko x Katara

Word Count: 987

Prompt: For Zutara Week 2024 | Day 2: Dusk @zutaraweek

Warnings: mentions of past war and trauma, emotional vulnerability, introspection on identity and purpose, mild romantic tension, kiss/physical intimacy, references to political responsibilities and challenges

The balcony of the Jasmine Dragon overlooked Republic City’s chaotic sprawl. Below, lanterns flickered to life one by one, their golden glow chasing away the deepening shadows of the evening. The streets bustled with hurried footsteps and the occasional bark of a vendor’s call. Above it all, the sky blazed in hues of orange and violet, a smattering of stars just beginning to peek through.

Katara leaned forward on the railing, her hands loose at her sides, the fabric of her blue shawl fluttering in the breeze. Her gaze followed the skyline, where ornate spires stood silhouetted against the horizon. The distant clang of metal echoed up from a construction site, but her focus stayed on the clouds, heavy with the promise of night.

“You look like you’re about to waterbend the sky,” Zuko’s voice cut through the quiet, low and even.

She turned her head slightly, catching sight of him standing a few paces back. His posture was straight, hands clasped behind him—a habit he hadn’t shaken even in private. The soft glow of a nearby lantern brushed against his scarred face, making his sharp features appear softer. He was still wearing the dark crimson robes of the Fire Lord, though the golden flames embroidered along the hem seemed at odds with the unassuming space of his uncle’s teahouse.

“And you look like you’re planning your next big proclamation,” she teased, her lips quirking into a small smile.

Zuko exhaled a faint laugh, stepping closer until he stood beside her. His eyes followed hers to the skyline, where the last rays of sunlight lingered stubbornly on the edges of the city’s tallest buildings.

“Do you miss it?” she asked after a moment, her voice quieter now. “The fire? The fight?”

His brow furrowed, though he didn’t look at her. Instead, his gaze stayed locked on the horizon, where distant plumes of smoke rose from the city’s industrial district. “Sometimes,” he admitted, his words deliberate. “But it’s different now. The fight is in council chambers and trade negotiations. It’s... colder.”

Katara nodded, her fingers brushing the wooden railing absently. “It’s not the same as facing someone across a battlefield. But I guess neither of us expected life to be the same after the war.”

Zuko tilted his head toward her, a small smirk playing at his lips. “You don’t miss the fighting, do you?”

Her eyes flicked to him, the faintest glint of mischief there. “Not exactly. I miss the clarity of it, though. You knew who you were up against. What you had to do.” She turned back to the view, the humor fading from her voice. “These days, it’s harder to tell.”

The unspoken weight of her words hung in the air. Zuko studied her profile—the firm line of her jaw, the way her eyes reflected the fading light. He wanted to say something, but the words felt tangled in his throat, their meaning too big to shape into sound.

A cool breeze swept past, carrying the scent of rain and distant jasmine. Katara tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, the motion small but enough to draw his attention. 

“You’ve changed,” she said finally, breaking the silence. Her tone was soft, not accusatory. “Not just as Fire Lord. As... you.”

Zuko’s fingers tightened around the edge of the railing. “So have you.”

She tilted her head, a faint laugh escaping her. “I hope so. Otherwise, what was the point of everything we went through?”

He gave a slow nod, but his eyes remained fixed on her. She wasn’t looking at him, yet somehow, she seemed to know he was there, watching her every move. The lines of her face were older now, sharper, but no less beautiful. If anything, the years had added something he couldn’t quite put into words. Strength, perhaps. Or maybe just something he’d been too blind to notice before.

“Katara,” he started, his voice quieter than he meant.

She turned to him, her expression curious but open. The warmth of her gaze caught him off guard, but he didn’t look away. For a moment, he forgot the teahouse, the city, the world beyond them. There was just her, standing close enough to touch, her presence steady and grounding in a way he hadn’t realized he needed.

“I’ve spent a long time looking for balance,” he said, his words slow and deliberate. “For peace.”

Her lips parted slightly, but she said nothing, waiting.

“I think…” he hesitated, his breath catching as he took a half step closer. “I think I’ve found it. Here. With you.”

The city seemed to fade away, its noise dull and distant. Katara didn’t speak immediately, but the softness in her expression told him enough. She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against his, the touch both tentative and certain.

“Zuko,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “you don’t have to look anymore.”

The space between them closed as he leaned down, her hand sliding up to rest lightly against his chest. Their lips met, a slow and quiet collision, filled with years of tension, regret, and something new—something that felt a lot like hope.

When they pulled apart, her forehead rested against his, her eyes still closed as if she didn’t want to let the moment go.

“Dusk,” she murmured, her voice soft but steady.

Zuko’s brows furrowed slightly. “What?”

She opened her eyes, meeting his. “It’s my favorite time of day. It’s not quite night, not quite day. It’s... the in-between. Where everything feels possible.”

The faintest smile curved his lips, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight of the Fire Nation’s crown seemed lighter.

“Then let’s stay here,” he said, his voice quiet but resolute. “In the in-between.” 

The stars began to fill the sky as the last of the light faded, leaving them standing together, unburdened by the past, open to whatever came next.

Pairing: Zuko x Katara Word Count: 816 Prompt:  For Zutara Week 2024 | Day 6: Festive @zutaraweek Author's Note: Zuko and Katara are in mid-20s in this Warnings: mild fantasy violence, competitive behavior, mild romantic tension, fire usage, and public confrontation

The lanterns swayed in the breeze, their golden light casting a warm glow over the Southern Water Tribe's Solstice Festival. Katara stood at the edge of the bustling courtyard, her arms crossed as she watched the celebration unfold. Children darted between stalls, their laughter mixing with the rhythmic beat of drums. The air smelled of roasting sea prunes and sweet iceberry cider, and the sound of water bending demonstrations crackled like a melody against the night.

"Are you planning to stand there all night, or are you actually going to enjoy the festival you worked so hard on?"

Katara turned, already smiling, as Zuko approached. His crimson scarf was wrapped loosely around his neck, though she knew he didn’t need it. The Firelord didn’t get cold. Ever. A fact he reminded her of more often than necessary.

“You’re always warm. You don’t even need that scarf,” she said, nodding at the accessory.

Zuko smirked, the corners of his mouth lifting in that way that always managed to fluster her. “It’s not for warmth. It’s because it looks good.” He paused, pretending to inspect the scarf. “Don’t you agree?”

Katara rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop her grin. “You’re impossible.”

Zuko stepped closer, and she caught the flicker of fire sparking to life in his palm. He held it up, the flame small but steady, its light dancing across his sharp features. “Want to warm up? Or are you going to keep pretending you’re fine standing out here in the cold?”

She raised an eyebrow. “I’m fine, thanks.”

“You’re shivering.”

“No, I’m not.”

Zuko chuckled softly and extinguished the flame with a flick of his fingers. “Suit yourself.”

Katara took a moment to glance at him. His presence always stood out—his dark hair catching the glow of the lanterns, his confident stance, and the faint ember-like glow that seemed to radiate from him, even in the dimmest light. He fit in here as much as a firebender could at a Water Tribe festival, and yet somehow, with him at her side, it all felt… right.

“I saw you watching the bending games,” he said, interrupting her thoughts. “Thinking about jumping in?”

“Tempting,” Katara said, her eyes narrowing playfully. “But I’d hate to show everyone up.”

“Since when has that ever stopped you?” Zuko teased, his tone light. “You’re Katara. Showing people up is kind of your thing.”

She gave him a mock glare but couldn’t hide her laugh. “Careful, Firelord. I might take that as a challenge.”

Zuko tilted his head, amber eyes glinting. “Maybe it is.”

The playful tension between them hung in the air, broken only by the cheer of the crowd near the central firepit. A group of benders was showing off, water and earth weaving together in a chaotic, mesmerizing display. Zuko followed Katara’s gaze and raised an eyebrow.

“Not bad,” he admitted. “For amateurs.”

Katara smirked. “Oh, you think you can do better?”

“I know I can,” Zuko said simply, his voice steady with that infuriating confidence.

She drained the last of her cider and stepped toward the firepit, turning back to toss him a challenging look. “Then prove it.”

The crowd parted as the two approached, their whispers turning to cheers as they realized who was stepping up. Katara pulled water from a nearby barrel, the liquid swirling around her hands with ease. Zuko responded by lighting a flame in his palm, the fire growing brighter and hotter as he stepped closer.

“Ready, Katara?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“Always,” she shot back.

The first clash of water and fire lit up the night, the elements colliding in a burst of steam. Katara’s water whip lashed toward him, but Zuko countered effortlessly, fire flaring from his hands. Around them, the crowd cheered louder, but neither seemed to notice. Their focus was locked entirely on each other, the playful competition charged with energy.

Katara’s movements were swift and fluid, a dancer’s grace woven into her bending. Zuko moved with precision and strength, each strike deliberate. For every wave she sent his way, he countered with a burst of flame, the heat brushing her cheeks even from a distance.

As their bending intertwined, it wasn’t just a duel—it was a dance. Fire and water spun together, opposites in perfect harmony. The lanterns above seemed dim compared to the light they created, their movements drawing gasps and applause from the crowd.

When they finally stepped back, both slightly out of breath but smiling, the crowd erupted into cheers. Katara turned to Zuko, her cheeks flushed—not from the cold, but from the exhilaration of the moment.

“Not bad,” she said, her voice breathless but teasing.

Zuko smirked, his golden eyes softening as they met hers. “Same to you.”

And in the glow of the festival, with firelight and lanterns dancing around them, the world felt as warm as the fire he carried within.