#such selfish prayers

It’s my favourite fic ever, Such Selfish Prayers by andromeda3116, I’m sure I’ve read it at least a dozen times. I want to draw one more page but I’m struggling to draw much these days, so we’ll see.

“My people aren’t destroyed,” she counters. “And I married someone who bends that element, regardless. Fire burned my home,” she goes on, leaning forward onto her knees, “and I used to fear it, and not without good reason. But it doesn’t have to destroy. If my baby bends fire, we can teach them how to use it to light the way forward, warm the hearth, keep away the wild animals. The stars themselves are fire, and they share the sky with the moon,” she says, a bit defiant in the face of her own concerns. “The elements were never meant to be in opposition with one another. We all have a part to play in the world, and in each other.”

such selfish prayers written by @andromeda3116

Katara's ambition, so long set aside for the good of others, breaks free and sets fire to her soul. Or, Katara has a vision of her canon future, casts it aside, and becomes a world-changing politician instead.

Katara's ambition, so long set aside for the good of others, breaks free and sets fire to her soul. Or, Katara has a vision of her canon future, casts it aside, and becomes a world-changing politician instead.

by: andromeda3116

rating: T

words: 47,562

pairing: Katara/Zuko

favorite line:

“You remember how you told me that everything would work out?” he goes on, apparently hearing her hesitation in her tone or seeing it on her face. “Because you were on my side, I wasn’t alone in the Fire Nation anymore?”

“Yes…” she mumbles.

I'm not sure how long I laid there, my eyes closed, just enjoying the warmth of the afterglow… Feeling Michael so close. I could have sworn it was just a moment or two. But when I opened my eyes once more I knew something had changed.

The exhaustion was gone and, in fact, it was like the world had tilted. In a way I suppose it had. I wasn’t lying on the hardwood floor in the middle of a broken circle. Rather I was somewhere soft and warm. The bed, my mind supplied, feeling the soft fabric against my bare skin, still as naked as I was when I left the tub last night. I must have dozed off a bit, I thought faintly. But that wasn’t all.

Gentle fingers were brushing a few strands of hair I could feel had fallen across my ear. They were barely even touching me but it was enough for me to crave more. I only cracked my eye open just slightly to see, in the dim watery light of the morning, a figure sitting before me.

Tension was set in the line of his shoulders and in every breath he took. Was he worried about something? I could see him start to pull his away and instantly I could feel my heart twist painfully.

“Please don’t stop,” I whimpered softly, missing that touch already.

I could hear his breath catch, I must have surprised him which got me. I rarely was able to surprise him. Was something wrong?

“Oh… Um, did I wake you?” He asked softly.

I could picture that rare sheepish look that made him look so damn adorable in my minds eye. I had to keep myself from smiling, although he had changed leaps and bounds from that broken man I had known when we met…

Sometimes the self doubt would creep in. Even for him. It never failed to get to me how sometimes the Antichrist seemed more human than most of the people I knew did.

“Maybe,” I with a happy sigh. “But don’t stop.”

I could swear he let out a breath as if he were holding it and once again those gentle warm fingers were running over my cheek, down the side of my neck, touch tickling my shoulder before running back up. As he did I could feel it shift from that human touch I knew to that leathery touch of the pale demon that lived in his veins and back again.

It was as if he wasn’t sure which form he should be in for this part. It was this thought more than anything that pulled me awake. I slowly opened my eyes to Michael sitting there before me.

I don’t think he had expected me to wake up so quickly as he looked a little taken aback, those demonic feature fading into the human ones I knew so well. I also couldn’t help but notice he was in the navy pair of those boxers I had gotten him a few weeks back. When had he just put those on? I wondered.

“Are you…? Are you with me now?” He asked suddenly, worry echoing in his voice and showing clearly on his face.

I was a little confused at first. What was he talking about?...

More coming Saturday!

I´m drawing fanarts again for @haloud.

The story is from such selfish prayers, The best fanfiction I know