Wow. Haven’t drawn Zutara in FOREVER. Y'all can thank Doongie for this
(even though he asked about it months ago haha). I just got inspiration
this afternoon and I only spent about 15-20 minutes on this so merp.
Wasn’t willing to work on it anymore. I doubt I’ll submit any more. This
was fun though. If they look weird, please forgive me, I haven’t drawn
these two in years.
There are ships that don’t end up being canon and you’re like ‘ah well that’s too bad, could’ve been something special’ then there’s ships THAT YOU KNOW WERE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER AND HAD A RELATIONSHIP LIKE NO ONE ELSE EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE NEVER EVEN TOGETHER BUT THE STUPID WRITERS Or PRODUCERS DID A DUMB BORING PREDICTABLE AND ONE-SIDED SHIP INSTEAD BECAUSE THEY’RE STUPID MALES WHO WANTED “THE HERO TO GET THE GIRL” SO THEY COULD SELF INSERT THEMSELVES INTO THAT CHARACTER AND FEEL LIKE THEY GOT THE GIRL EVEN THOUGH THE HERO WAS TWELVE YEARS OLD AND DID NOT HAVE THE SAME LEVEL OF EMOTIONAL MATURITY AS THE GIRL AND DIDN’T RESPECT HER FEELINGS, BUT YOU KNOW, WHATEVER, BECAUSE THE HERO ALWAYS HAS TO GET THE GIRL AND IT’S BEEN EIGHT YEARS BUT IT STILL RIPS MY INSIDES APART AND MAKES ME WANT TO CLAW MY EYES OUT AND I’LL STILL BE IN THIS PLACE IN ANOTHER EIGHT YEARS AND I’M GOING TO BE BITTER FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE AND I’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO TRULY DIE HAPPY BECAUSE THIS IS ALWAYS GOING TO TORMENT ME.
Katara kissed Zuko. His lips brushing against hers. The kiss was pleasant and nice. It was perfect, actually. The way he kissed her was how every girl should be kissed. His lips curving against hers, slanting against her. It was demanding, and passionate with fire behind it. Exactly like his element.
Katara pulled back. She leaned her forehead against his. His golden eyes looking at hers with hunger.
“You’re such a good kisser, Zuko.” She said breathlessly. “La, you’re so amazing.” She slid her hands up on either side of his head, pulling him in close, clutching his shaggy hair in her fingers. She pressed her lips against his again.
“So are you.” He murmured softly against her lips. Zuko wrapped his hands in her soft, wavy locks. Their kiss demanded more, and more they gave it.
Zuko: (stirs with a feeble smile) Thank you, Katara.
Katara: (tears streaming down her face) I think I’m the one who should be thanking you.
Me: NOW KISS!
Zuko and Katara: (don’t)
Azula: (laughs maniacally until she cries)
Me: Me too, Azula. Me too.