#holy spirits

Holy Spirits: the Jonalex Bartender AU.

“So.” So. The words are running through her head, trying to make the proposition as casual as possible.  So, uh. Hey. Dude. Wanna make out?  Yeah this is… well.  Let’s bang.  Yeah no. There’s really… it feels like there’s no good way to say it. “…You think I’m attractive, right?”

1.It’s the Painted Lady 2.The Blue Spirit 3.The Painted Spirit 4.The Blue Lady 5. The Water Bender 6. The Fire Lord’s Heart pt 1 7. The Fire Lord’s Heart pt 2 8. The Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit 9. The Fire Lady 10.The Blood Bender 11. The Family Reunion 12. The Water Bender’s Baby 13. The Avatar 14. The Lie 15. The Ice Heart 16. The Uncle 17. The Water Bender’s Heart pt 1

*Language and smut warning 

“What was that?” Zuko asks, sitting up.

“It sounded like a scream,” Katara says, getting off as Zuko pushes her, “it was probably an animal.”

Another scream calls out, definitely not an animal.

“Is there a village near here?” Zuko asks as he practically leaps out of the bed.

“The nearest one is miles away,” Katara huffs, watching Zuko race into the bathroom, “Where are you going?”

“We should check it out,” Zuko calls from the bathroom, “it could be something serious.”

“I’ll give you a head start then,” Katara sighs when Zuko re-enters the room, now fully clothed and crowned, “The Painted Lady showing up with the Fire Lord may raise a few questions.”

“Don’t be too long,” Zuko says, he goes outside and as he is swallowed by darkness, he lights a fire in his hands to light the way.

He finds the village easily, people are screaming as their huts burn down. There are people laying in the street, badly injured, but alive.

He sees six men with bags stolen goods, the bags are filled with everything from, jewellery to food.

As the men head towards their getaway car, Zuko sends a wall of fire between them and the car.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he says, stepping into the light of the street.

“It’s the Fire Lord,” One of the men says, gaping in shock.

“We heard you was dead,” another man says, stepping forward, obviously the leader.

“I can assure you, I’m alive,” Zuko says, “drop the stolen goods and turn yourselves over.”

“Now why would we do that?” the leader asks, “We’ve already dealt with the guards in this town, and there’s six of us. We ain’t scared of you.”

Zuko feels the air become cool as the clouds darken above him. A thick fog rolls in and with it, comes the Painted Lady.

“Holy shit.” One of the men gasps.

“It’s the Painted Lady.” Another says.

All eyes turn to the Painted Lady as she seems to step from the fog. The Painted Lady stays silent, she stands by Zuko’s side; her presence alone is enough to have the thieves shaking in fear.  

“Screw this,” the leader snarls, he sends a fire blast towards them.

The Painted Lady jumps out of the way while Zuko’s fists become enflamed with fire. He takes the leaders fire and uses it against him.

Katara becomes surrounded by three of the men, two non-benders wielding swords and a lightning bender.

As the lightning flashes, Katara’s heart races in panic, her eyes flick to the Fire Lord who also notices the lightning.

Katara bends water from her hidden water pouch.

The two non-benders go down easily, with minimal damage. But the lightning bender is harder to deal with, water and electricity doesn’t mix, whenever the lightning and water touch, the water becomes electrified, and Katara can feel the spark of electricity in her blood as she bends.

Zuko and the three other Fire benders face off, filling the street with fire, fire that makes it harder for Katara to bend water, the water evaporates in the fire or turns to steam and Katara cannot reuse the water she’s lost.

She feels the toll, Katara has almost no more water to bend, and her strength is fading, she resorts to bending the sweat on her skin.

Then the lightning flashes and time slows.

Zuko sees the lightning from the corner of his eye, he turns to see the bolt arching towards Katara, but she isn’t moving out of its way, not fast enough. Zuko reaches for her, his mouth forming her name in horror, he is pushed back by a line of fire and cut off by the remaining bender he faces.

“NO!” he screams, watching as the lightning hits Katara.

But Katara doesn’t go down, she redirects the lightning, pulling it through her body, down through her stomach and then out her other hand, she sends the lightning back to the bender who sent it. It hit’s him in the shoulder and he doesn’t get up.

Katara wobbles on her feet, she looks to Zuko as he takes down the last man standing. As he breathes out, all the fires in the village are doused, turning into nothing but smoke.

Zuko’s heart is racing, he looks to Katara, to his surprise, she’s still standing.

“Fire Lord,” she says, bowing to Zuko before vanishing in a cloud of fog.

Zuko wants to follow, but people are stepping out onto the street, his people, they go to him, crying in happiness as he helps return the stolen items. He helps the guards bind the thieves in chain and escorts them into the holding cells.

He leaves the village as the sun is starting to rise, going back into the woods and heading straight for the cottage, his heart longing for Katara.

When he arrives back at the cottage, he finds Katara sitting in the tub, the water cold as she leans back with her eyes closed.

“Are you alright?” Zuko asks as he walks cautiously into the room.

Katara opens her eyes, but she does not answer, instead she moves her hand in the water and waves begin to pull back and forth as the water starts to glow, she’s trying to heal herself.

“Who taught you to redirect lightning?” Zuko asks, kneeling near the tub to look into Katara’s eyes.

“Iroh,” Katara says, keeping her focus on the water, “After your Agni Kai with Azula, I was different. I was scared anytime I even felt a lightning storm approach. I couldn’t sleep, I’d break out in a cold sweat just thinking about lightning and what it did to you. Then Aang started learning how to bend lightning and I couldn’t handle it. I saw Iroh in the earth kingdom before I broke it off with Aang, he was helping Aang learn how to bend lightning. He immediately saw my uneasiness around the subject and taught me how to redirect.”

Katara looks to Zuko and her eyes are shining with tears.

“I was so afraid of the lightning, not because of what it could have done to me, but because of what it did to you,” Katara admits, “When I saw you take that bolt of lightning to your chest for me, I almost lost it. You would have sacrificed yourself to save me. When I couldn’t get to you, I thought I was going to lose you, I couldn’t bear to think of you in that position again, so I learnt how to redirect.”

“And this was your first time?” Zuko asks, watching as Katara turns her focus back on the water, she nods her head and Zuko sucks in a deep breath, “It hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it?”

Katara laughs, the sound makes Zuko breathe a sigh of relief, but in her eyes, he can see that she is still haunted, and her voice sounds distant, like she’s still at the fight.

“Is he dead?” Katara asks, looking at Zuko again, “The lightning bender?”

“No,” Zuko says, “You struck his shoulder, he’ll be alright.”

Katara lets out a breath she was holding and then puts a hand to her chest.

“I can still feel it,” Katara says, closing her eyes, “Like it’s clinging to me.”

“It will pass,” Zuko assures, “It’s just the lingering static in your blood.”

Katara looks to Zuko and she smiles, the water stops moving and glowing as her reaches out to him and places her hand to his chest, right over the scar beneath his clothes.

“Make me forget about the fight,” Katara says, Zuko’s eyes light up as he nods his head.

He picks Katara up out of the tub and carries her to the bedroom again, not caring that his clothes are becoming soaked with water. Zuko lays Katara on the bed and then undresses.

“Zuko,” she breathes, her eyes light with their own fire as she looks to Zuko’s body.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, kneeling in between her spread legs.

“I want you,” Katara says, sitting up, she pushes herself onto her knees and places a hand on Zuko’s chest, “I want you to fuck me, I want you to make me scream, to make me forget about everything else but you and me.”

Zuko’s eyes light with the challenge, he pulls Katara towards him and presses his lips to her mouth, groaning as she bites his bottom lip.

“Fuck me,” she breathes again, her hand going to his erect shaft.

Zuko removes her hand and then pushes her down, he spreads her legs and gives her no warning before sucking on her clit, his breath warm as it sends tingles down her spine.

“Yes!” she moans, her fingers rake through his hair, she removes his crown and lets his hair spill like ink over her stomach and thighs.

Zuko spreads Katara’s slick lips and then dives his tongue into her, lapping at the wetness between her folds. Katara moans out loudly as Zuko puts her legs over his shoulders, her heels dig into his back as her thighs tense around his head.

“More,” she begs, her voice breathless and sultry, “Don’t stop, Zuko.”

Zuko grinds his hips into the sheets as Katara’s moans make him harder, his cock drips with pre-cum as his tongue delves deeper, his nose blows warm steam onto Katara’s clit, sending her into a frenzy.

Katara’s hips grind up as her fingers curl in Zuko’s hair, pushing him closer as he adds a finger.

“Yes!” she screams, her thighs start to tremble as she builds up to her orgasm.

Zuko can feel Katara’s thighs trembling around his head, he draws back, removing his tongue and finger from Katara’s soaking pussy.

“Don’t stop,” Katara begs, her hands going to her breasts to pull at her nipples.

Zuko is mad with lust, he flips Katara over and lifts her hips, he guides his cock into Katara’s entrance, he pushes into her easily and fucks her hard, making her grip the sheets in ecstasy.

Zuko thrusts into her three times before pulling out of her and making her groan impatiently.

“Zuko,” she starts, the sound of his name on her lips makes him want to just pound right into her.

But Zuko shows restraint, he flips her over again and then lifts her into his arms, he flips over onto his back and let’s Katara take control.

Katara instantly pushes herself down onto him, grinding down on him hard as she works her way back up to an orgasm.

“Slowly,” Zuko commands, holding onto Katara’s hips to slow her grind, “Slowly.”

Katara lets out a hot breath as she leans back and closes her eyes.

The sight of her astride him is almost enough to make Zuko burst, her hips grind in slow, circular movements, one hand is braced on his hip while the other tugs at her nipple. Her wet hair sticks to her neck and back, her face is a look of art, her mouth breathes out sweet sounds mixed with foul curses.

Zuko’s cock twitches at the sight of her, as a response, Katara seems to clamp around him, as if she’s afraid he will pull out again.

“I love you,” Zuko breathes, feeling her hips move under his hand.

Katara looks to him and her cheeks redden, she leans down and kisses Zuko’s lips. Zuko wraps his arms around Katara’s waist and then thrusts upwards. Katara screams as Zuko pushes her down while he thrusts.

He feels Katara’s orgasm practically tear through her, her toes curl and her thighs tremble as she pushes back against Zuko.

Zuko cums shortly after holding Katara down onto him as he erupts inside of her.

“Fuck,” Katara breathes, laying down on Zuko’s chest, keeping him inside of her as long as she can.

“Agreed,” he rasps, trying to catch his breath as his cock finishes twitching.

Katara and Zuko lay in silence, the morning sun filters in through the window and covers them in warm light.

Katara eventually lays next to Zuko, her legs tangled with his as they face each other.

Katara and Zuko spend the rest of the day fucking, and sleeping. He has her against the wall, bent over the table, bound by her hands, and once in the tub, which ended up a failure, leaving them both laughing hysterically while being soaked in water. 

As they lay together that night, Katara looks into Zuko’s eyes and whispers, “Run away with me.”