Zuko and Katara fall hard for each other, Katara loves Zuko
more than she ever thought possible.
Two months pass since Katara’s arrival in the Fire Nation,
and Katara continues to run her Painted Lady façade, but lately things have
“Hi,” she smiles, walking into Zuko’s office one afternoon, “Lunch?”
Zuko looks up from his papers and a smile spreads across his
“Was I late again?” he asks and Katara nods her head.
“I don’t mind,” she smiles, “I know you’re a busy Fire Lord.”
Katara put’s Zuko’s plate on his desk and then kisses Zuko,
biting his lip in the way he loves.
“I love you,” he smiles as Katara caresses his face.
“I love you too,” she says.
Katara remembers the first time that Zuko said those three
little words, three little words that made Thora’s heart race.
They were in the middle of a rough night session. Katara was
bent over the bed, Zuko was behind her, making her grip the covers tightly as
“I love you like this,” Zuko whispered, Katara looked over
her shoulder as Zuko sucked in a deep breath and withdrew from Katara, “I love
you,” he said as Katara turned over and laid back on the bed.
Zuko placed kisses all over Katara’s body and in between the
kisses he repeated the word over and over again.
After both Katara and Zuko both climaxed, they laid
together, wrapped in each other’s arms.
“I love you too,” Katara said, with such tenderness that it
felt like angel wings were brushing over Zuko.
Zuko and Katara were never far apart from each other, of
course rumours spread, but they never paid them any mind, most of the people
were not against Zuko’s choice to love the water bender. The people knew Mai
was stiff and uncaring about anything but herself and her power.
Katara watches Zuko work, she watches him eat between reading
and her heart swells, she loves her Fire Lord more than she could possibly say.
When Zuko is finished with his meal he looks to Katara.
“I have a surprise for you tonight,” he says, standing to
his feet and crossing over to her.
“Don’t you always?” Katara asks, with a taunting smile.
“Seriously,” he says with a purr, “The usual surprise, and
something more. Meet me here tonight, ok?”
“Ok,” she smiles as Zuko kisses her, this time surprising
her with a bit of his own. Katara gasps as the small of pain sends a shiver of
excitement down her spine.
“I love you,” he says, this time kissing her cheek, “More
“I love you too,” Katara says, standing and caressing the
scarred side of his face, Zuko leans into her touch and covers her hand with
Mai never touched his scar, she would hardly look at it. But
Katara loved that side of him as much as the other side.
Katara turns to leave.
“Oh!” she says, turning back to Zuko, “Have you seen my
necklace?” she asks, touching her bare throat, “I couldn’t find it this morning.”
“I noticed the clasp broke during our tumble in the sheets,”
Zuko explains, his cheeks red, “I sent it to get fixed.”
“Thank you,” she smiles, leaving the room, deciding to give
a surprise to Zuko tonight as well.
Katara spends the rest of the day distracting herself,
talking with the ladies of court and Iroh, who was making plans to go to the
earth kingdom and travel.
When the night falls Katara decides to dress for the special
occasion, she dresses in a dress that is both red and blue, the colours
wrapping up her body turning to purple around the breast.
She goes to Zuko’s office where he waits, crowned and dressed
in his royal robes, looking elegant and powerful. Zuko gapes at Katara as she
“Wow,” he breathes, standing to his feet and crosses to her.
“Thank you,” she smiles, her eyes flicking to his crown, “Are
we going somewhere?”
“No,” he smiles, Katara looks over Zuko’s shoulder, his desk
is clean and empty; the only thing on it is a wooden box.
“Roleplay?” Karata asks, raising a sultry eyebrow, “The Fire
Lord and his mistress again?”
“No,” Zuko laughs, taking Katara behind his desk, he stands
behind her, pinning her between the desk and himself, “The Fire Lord-” he opens
the box, “-and his Fire Lady.”
Inside the box is Katara’s necklace, but above that is a golden
crown, the exact replica of Zuko’s crown.
“Zuko,” Katara gapes, breathless, “is this?”
“Katara,” he says, pressing his lips to her shoulder, he
turns her around to face him and gets down on one knee, “Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife and Fire
Tears well in Katara’s eyes, she nods her head and then squeals
“Yes, Zuko, yes!” she laughs, Zuko stands to his feet and
then lifts Katara into his arms.
Katara laughs as he sits her down on the desk, Zuko places
Katara’s necklace back on and then he lifts her skirts, snaking his hand
underneath to find Katara wet and ready for him.
Zuko smiles as he fingers Katara, watching her breath hitch
Zuko undresses Katara, leaving her naked on his desk, she
removes his shirt before he starts trailing kisses down Katara’s body, he doesn’t
stop at the hips, he goes further until he is between her legs, his tongue
entering where his fingers had been moments before.
Katara lays back and moans, her fingers running through his
hair as he licks and sucks her clit. Katara’s thighs squeeze around Zuko’s head
as her orgasm builds, she screams out in pleasure as Zuko brings her to an
Then Zuko kisses his way back to her mouth. Katara kisses
him long and deeply, taking the crown out of his hair and then running her
fingers through his ink black hair.
“So I guess the rumours are true,” a voice says, making Zuko
look up quickly while Katara tilts her head back, to see the intruder upside
down but unmistakable.
zuko x katara you’re my siblings’s best friend and i absolutely hate you but pretend to be my boy/girlfriend to piss off my family au
this doesn’t fit the prompt exactly because i set it post-series, but canonically sokka and zuko are best friends, and zuko and katara used to hate each other, so… *moonwalks away*
you’re still the song on my breath
“I’m a war hero,” Katara chanted as she stomped down the Northern Water Tribe’s elegant crystal walkways. “I’m the youngest master waterbender and I helped save the world. I will not be treated like a child!”
A nearby ice sculpture rattled and then exploded from the sheer force of her ire. The shards whistled through the air, almost putting a messy end to the person coming up the path towards her. But he reacted quickly, kicking up a wall of orange flames that melted the icy projectiles… as well as the walkway.
Before any serious damage could be done, Katara doused the fire with a good blast from her water skins. She blinked at the pale face and the golden eyes that emerged through the haze of steam.
“I’m a war hero,” she repeated, still too angry to get her thoughts in order.
Zuko scratched the back of his head, looking puzzled. “I don’t think anyone’s questioning that.”
The night that Katara came home, Sokka arranged for a
celebratory dinner, he found it odd when Katara wouldn’t even touch the wine.
She loved wine. Sokka didn’t think much of it.
Then she started to disappear, looking for a home, wanting
to get out of the place she was sharing with Sokka. Sokka found it odd when she
was planning on living alone.
Katara never liked living alone. Sokka didn’t think much of
Then she started to disappear into that home, the home on
the edge of the tribe, so far away from Sokka’s house.
Sokka began to worry.
Sokka asked his father if he noticed what was wrong with
Katara, Hakoda said to leave it be, to leave his sister alone and give her
But Sokka couldn’t do that, he was the oldest, he had to
look out for her and he felt like he was failing in his mission.
Sokka let Katara be, for a time, but when he hadn’t seen her
for more than a few months, he knew, deep down, that Katara was in trouble. So
Sokka decided that he needed answers, his father wasn’t around so he went
straight to Katara’s hut.
When he heard her screaming his heart raced, he charged into
the hut as if he was charging into battle.
What he saw was earth shattering. Katara was in her bed, her
father by her side, and in her arms was a babe, still covered in blood and goo
from the birth.
“What in Spirits is going on here?!” he demanded, making all
eyes turn to him.
“Out with you!” one of the other women in the hut hisses
flapping her hands and pushing Sokka out of the door way.
“Dad?” Sokka asks, he sees Hakoda look to his sister then he
stands and makes his way to Sokka.
“Son,” he says, putting his arms around Sokka’s shoulders
and leading him outside.
Once the pair are outside the door shuts behind them and
Hakoda leads Sokka to the living room.
“What is going on?” Sokka asks, frantically searching his
father’s face for a clue.
“Katara had a baby,” Hakoda says, “she returned here already
“But… I… who… what?” Sokka is speechless, he has a million
question’s forming in his mind but he can’t seem to form the right words.
“She will not tell me who the father is,” Hakoda explains.
“Aang?” Sokka breathes, but his father shakes his head and
“She is positive that it is not Aang’s child,” Hakoda says,
“But she wants to keep the child a secret.”
“Why?” Sokka asks, his heart still pounding in his ears,
“Dad, I don’t understand. Was it forced? Is she afraid of the father.”
“No,” Hakoda reassures, “Katara informed me that the father
loved her, she loved him too.”
“Then I’m lost!” Sokka exasperates, standing to his feet,
“Why would she not want her baby known?”
“I don’t know,” Hakoda sighs, wiping a hand down his face,
“Spirits, I wish your mother was here… We can only hope that Katara will tell
us when she’s ready.”
“But what if she’s never ready?” Sokka asks, “What if we
“Then we respect her wishes,” Hakoda says, standing to his
feet to calm his son, “Sokka, we have to be supportive of Katara, we can’t let
her go through this alone.”
Sokka sighs and sits down, he leans forward and puts his
head in his hands, his mind still buzzing with questions that need answering.
“Chief?” one of the ladies says, coming out of Katara’s
“How is she?” Hakoda asks.
“Fine,” the woman says, “The birth was fine, no
complications, the baby is strong and healthy. You have a granddaughter,”
Hakoda’s heart flutters with joy, “She wants to see you,” the lady says,
standing aside as Hakoda walks into the room.
Sokka remains sitting on the couch.
“You too,” the lady says, “Don’t you want to see your
Sokka stands to his feet and then walks into the room, the
midwives finish cleaning and then leave the house; one stays behind to keep an
eye on Katara and the new baby.
Sokka watches in awe as Katara sits in her bed, holding her
daughter close and fawning over the child.
Hakoda sits by Katara’s side and they talk. But Sokka
doesn’t know what to say, his eyes flick around the room and then land on
Katara’s necklace; their mother’s necklace, sitting on Katara’s dresser.
“Congratulations Kat,” Sokka says, looking to Katara.
“I’m sorry I kept it from you,” Katara breathes, looking to
her brother, “But I didn’t want anyone knowing before I wanted them to know.”
“I understand,” Sokka says with a smile, he rubs the back of
his neck and then watches as Katara goes back to talking with their father.
Sokka goes over to the necklace on the dresser, the necklace
is sitting face down on the dresser, Sokka stares at the pendant, the pendant
which should be smooth and white. But the back of the pendant is engraved with
a Fire Nation symbol, not just any Fire Nation symbol, but the crest of the
royal family, Zuko’s symbol, etched into the pendant and filled with gold, real gold.
‘Holy spirits,’ Sokka thinks, ‘it all makes sense now.’
Sokka bides his time, he stays with his father and Katara
until Hakoda is called away, Sokka stays behind.
“Master Katara,” The midwife says, coming into the room, “I
have to go pick up some sea prunes for dinner, will you be fine on your own?”
“I’ll stay with her,” Sokka says, the midwife smiles and
then leaves, promising that she’ll be back soon.
Sokka sits by Katara’s side, watching his sister rock her
“She’s adorable,” Sokka smiles, “Looks just like you.”
“I know,” Katara beams, “But she has her father’s eyes.”
“Really?” Sokka asks, looking at the baby’s cyan eyes.
“Not in colour,” Katara laughs, “but in shape and softness.”
“Oh yeah,” Sokka says, “And look, there are even little gold
flecks in her eyes.”
Katara goes still she doesn’t say a word.
“It’s Zuko’s baby, isn’t it?” Sokka asks, speaking softly,
Katara looks to Sokka in shock, “Last we heard from Aang was that you were safe
in the Fire Nation. You were with Zuko, weren’t you?”
Katara stays silent, her eyes are wide and glassed with
tears, Sokka holds out Katara’s necklace, holding up the side etched with the
Fire Nation symbol.
“I love him,” Katara breathes, “He loved me,” a tear slides
down her cheek as she takes a deep breath, “I was going to marry him.”
“What happened?” Sokka asks, “Why’d you come back?”
“Because Mai came back,” Katara weeps, her voice becomes
shaky, “Her father was threatening to tear the city apart if he didn’t get what
he wanted, his people out numbered Zuko’s three to one. The first step to peace
was making Mai Fire Lady, to unite the Fire Nation as one again.”
“And Zuko just kicked you out?” Sokka asks, his anger
“No,” Katara gapes, “No, Sokka, he wanted to fight for me,
he wanted to risk war to keep me by his side. I wouldn’t let him, I left.”
“And he didn’t know that you were pregnant?”
“No,” Katara says, “and he never will.”
“Because if he finds out that this baby is his, everyone I
love will be in danger!” Katara snaps, “IT’s a shock to think that such a small
being is able to cause so much panic. But it’s true, if Zuko, or anyone else,
finds out that this baby is his, chaos would ensue. I know Zuko, he would want
to claim her as his own, he can’t do that without angering Mai and her father;
his country would be in ruin. If Mai somehow finds out, I have no doubt in my
mind that she will send assassins after me and after my daughter. I want my
child to grow up safe.”
“So what are you going to do?” Sokka asks.
“I’m going to send her to a woman, the woman will raise her
as her own,” Katara looks down to her child, “She will stay in the tribe.”
“So you’re just going to abandon her?”
“I’m not abandoning her,” Katara snaps, “I will always be in
her life, she will know the truth of who I am and who her father is when the
time is right. But if she stays with me, rumours will surely spread, some may
fall for the lies I will have to tell, but Zuko is smart, he will know the
“Don’t you think he has a right to know?”
“Don’t you think I wish he could?!” Katara hisses, “There is
nothing I want more than my baby knowing who her father is, there is nothing I
want more, than to be by Zuko’s side in this. Sokka, I love him, I love him so
much that it hurts, it hurts to be this far away from him, to have this big of
a secret from him, but I have no choice. In keeping her secret, I am keeping
her safe, I am keeping him safe. What kind of damage do you think will follow
if word gets out about her? She’s only baby, but she is Zuko’s first born baby,
rightfully the heir to the Fire throne, do you have any idea on what kind of
danger that puts her in? Please Sokka,” Katara breathes, trying to stop the
flow of tears falling down her face, “You have to keep this secret.”
“Ok,” Sokka breathes, his heart racing, “Ok, I will. I won’t
tell a soul.”
“Not even father.”
“Not even Father,” Sokka echoes, “Katara, you mean the world
to me, it pains me to see you like this.”
“I’ll be fine,” she breathes, then she looks to her baby,
“We’ll be fine.”
“Well she’s going to need a name,” Sokka says, changing the subject,