a:zutara

heyo I can’t stop thinking about this au I made up, so here’s a drabble


Katara ran her bone knife down the belly of the tiger seal. It always took a while to cut through to the inside, but she didn’t mind. She had been skinning animals since her childhood and had been grateful for the experience. It helped her learn to be patient. Well for most things.  

“Is it always this smelly?” Prince Zuko asked. Katara turned to find him glaring at her with a disgusted sneer on his pale face.

Katara rolled her eyes and went back to working. “If it is bothering you so much, then go away.” Katara thought he would take her advice, but to her surprise he didn’t. Perhaps he was so stubborn, he would even refuse to do anything even if it benefited him.

“It’s vile.” The prince hovered over her.

Katara felt her irritation grow. “Why don’t you leave then?” she asked as she ran the knife down the dead animal, causing another layer of blubber to slide off.

“Uncle insists that I should assist you since your people helped provide for us,”

Katara gave a chortle. “It’s not really our choice in the matter.” The governor demanded that they would accommodate their shipwrecked guests. Still, she found it strange that the snooty prince would assist her. “When have you ever listened to your Uncle anyway?”

Prince Zuko scuffed. “I don’t listen to him often. He is senile.”

Katara scowled. “He is not. Trust me when I say I know what senile looks like.” Her grandmother was senile. The strange, yet amiable, retired general was not senile.

“I would beg to differ,” the prince grunted as he sat down across from her. His face scrunched up in disgust as he observed her make her way past the thick blubber and into the bloody interior.

Katara gave him an odd look. “You have decided to listen to your uncle this time?”

“Clearly.”

She had hoped for a much more detailed answer. “Cover your nose if you insist on sticking around, Prince Pouty,” she said.

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Part 2 of my Zutara/Pride & Prejudice mash-up. The first one was fun to do, so why not a part 2? Also the idea of Jet-Wickham was too tempting. (And Aang-Collins–sorry Aang, it had to be this way. We still love you)

And the famous hand stretch scene, aah. A brilliant detail.
Again, love this movie. 

Part 1 | Part 2

(DISCLAIMER: this is in no way meant to bash on other ships than Zutara. It’s just me playing with an AU)

  • Fanfiction:*gives me feelings*
  • Me:THIS IS RUDE, RUDE AND UNCALLED FOR. HOW DARE YOU?
  • The next fanfiction:*appears*
  • Me:*clicks on the damn thing because I gotta*

Cause you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny cause he never did
I’ve been spending the last eight months
Thinking all love ever does is break, and burn, and end
But on a Wednesday, in a cafe
I watched it begin again

[Had a random inspiration while listening to this song. I had a story idea in my mind and I was supposed to make a small comic, but for now Ihave to settle for this little thingy]