zuko with no shirt

(In my World Religions class talking about honor)

Professor: So we talked about what ‘honor’ is, how do we obtain that status of honorable? How do we do it?

Me under my breath: hunt down and capture the avatar


Imagine Zuko trying to impress you.

Zuko: If we want to beat my sister and father as badly as you all say, we need to work harder.
Sokka: But it’s not like we’re going against them tomorrow!
Zuko: Don’t strike that idea off your list yet. Anything could threaten us at any moment.
Sokka: You’re only doing this because Y/N is over there!
Zuko: I am not.
Sokka: You just took off your shirt…

anonymous asked:

prompt/fic idea: im ur next door neighbor and the walls are too thin so yeah i can hear u banging all night and it sounds like u're really good judging from the grunts and screams... one night i got home drunk and my friend was yelling how sexually frustrated i am and i have the hots for you even though we haven't met before and when we do see each other, oh boy i am a goner

(bless u nonnie this idea is a Gift)

Really, Zuko shouldn’t be allowed to drink.

Whenever he drinks, he almost always ends up embarrassing situations - embarrassing and sometimes life threatening. He thinks back to the lake incident with Toph and shudders; that night not only put the fear of God in him, but a healthy fear of snapping turtles as well.

And yet here he is, stumbling into his little apartment. Suki bumps into his back impatiently as he fumbles with the lock before finally getting it open. She nudges past him and goes right for the couch, dropping all of her weight onto the cushions. 

Zuko pushes the door shut. He winces at the somewhat loud slam and toes his shoes off, then shuffles in after Suki. He doesn’t bother with the couch - she won’t share, anyway - and instead lays on the floor, cheek pressed to the scratchy carpet. The room spins around his head. He exhales, a groan tacked on the end, and reaches up to smack at Suki’s foot.

“Why did you even take me to that bar in the first place?” Zuko mumbles into the carpet. He shifts lazily, tugging his shirt up his back slightly to cool off his skin.

“Because,” Suki drawls, kicking at Zuko’s hand, “You’re annoying when you mope and you’ve been moping about the hot neighbor girl for weeks.”

Zuko grunts and rolls over. “I have not!” He isn’t aware of how loud his voice is. “I haven’t been moping over her!” 

Above him, Suki laughs. It’s twice as loud as his voice, bouncing off the walls and coming right back to them. “Bullshit!” She snorts. She forces herself onto her side, honey colored hair falling across her face as she stares down at him. “You’ve got it so bad for the neighbor girl! All you do is talk about her and how loud she is!” Suki sits up, reaching down to bat at Zuko’s face. “I am a very good friend, so - so I took you out to try to find someone else for you to mope over, but nooooooooo, all you could talk about was the neighbor girl and who she might be banging and how you wished it was you.”

Zuko grunts and bats at Suki’s hand in turn. He gives up on trying to deny it and instead yells with all of the pent up frustration in him. “It’s just not fair!” He shouts, fists banging on the carpet. “She’s so goddamn pretty, and she has the nicest laugh!” He rocks from side to side, legs folding up slightly. “And - Suki, oh my god - I can hear every sound she makes - oh my god - her moans are the hottest thing I have ever heard!” 

Suki laughs again. She lays down and presses her cheek to the mattress. All the shit they’ve gotten into tonight and still her make up is perfectly intact, red lips pristine and winged eyeliner flawless. 

She reaches down and pats Zuko’s cheek, clumsy, but trying to comfort him. “Maybe you should just suck it up and take her out,” She suggests, “So you’re the one that ends up in bed with her.”

His scoff is so loud it scratches his throat. “Yeah, right. Like that’ll ever happen.”


After Suki leaves in the morning, Zuko spends a good hour nursing his hangover. 

He manages to drag himself to the kitchen and make a cup of tea, though he’s not even sure what he grabbed; something sweet and hot to soothe the sharp aches in his head.

He changes into the first clean shirt and sweats he finds, then trudges downstairs to the mailbox. Much as he wants to sleep some more, he’s waiting on a package from Uncle.

Zuko shuffles to the mailboxes, stifling a loud yawn behind his hand. He unlocks his, finding only bills and advertisements - and a postcard from Uncle inside. He shifts his weight, reading over it with a slight smile; the package is on its way, Uncle assures him, and he’s having the time of his life on the tiny island he’d chosen for his vacation.

“Hi, ‘scuse me.” 

Zuko glances up to find his neighbor coming up to his side, reaching for her mailbox. He flushes faintly and steps aside, pushing his mailbox door shut. “Hi, sorry.”

Chewing his lip, Zuko continues leafing through his mail, glancing at his neighbor from the corner of his eye. Her name is Katara; he’d learned this two days after moving in, when she’d introduced herself with a platter of cookies that actually tasted horrible, but the gesture was so kind that he hadn’t had the heart to admit that.

But then he’d learned just how thin the walls between their apartments are when she’d brought someone home a few days after their introductions. He vividly remembers almost dropping a pot on his foot when he realized he was hearing Katara moan. Didn’t matter who it was, either, everyone she brought home praised her and worshiped her, all for Zuko to hear loud and clear.

Beside him, Katara extracts her mail and shuts the little door. She leafs through it, and for a moment, Zuko can only sigh inwardly at how pretty she is; it’s barely eleven AM and she looks so perfect already.

“So,” Katara hedges, and Zuko glances up. She doesn’t lift her head, but her eyes instead. There’s a glint in them that makes him instantly nervous. “You had an interesting night, didn’t you?”

His brows furrow in confusion, and then it hits him like a train - everything he and Suki had yelled about, everything to do with Katara, in his living room, surrounded by the thinnest walls ever made.

She’d heard it.

She’d heard all of it.

The faint flush on his cheeks flares up to his good ear and down the length of his neck, disappearing into his shirt. Zuko groans and presses the envelopes to his face to hide himself. If he’s lucky, the ground will just - just shatter under him right now and drop him straight into the depths of hell. 

Katara watches him. She laughs softly; the sound is warm and teasing, and it only makes his embarrassment that much worse.

“Oh, God,” Zuko mutters behind his makeshift shield, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I-”

“It’s fine,” Katara insists. Her tone is easy, not bothered in the slightest, but it doesn’t make him feel any better. She pockets her keys and looks up, tilting her head.

“Whenever you’re ready for that date, I’m available all day on Saturdays.”

Zuko promptly drops everything in his hands, jaw going slack. Katara laughs again. She turns away with a gentle toss of her wildly long hair, walking away. 

Zuko is frozen to the spot, rooted to the tile floor by sheer shock. He finally comes back to himself and crouches down, scrambling to grab his discarded mail, and rushes after Katara.

“Hey!” He calls, trying to catch up to her, “Wait! About that date - are you free this Saturday?”

Prince Zuko, done in Photoshop CS6

GUYS. I have 2,000+ followers with only a few hundred posts, which is insane. You guys are cray and I love you muchly. Here, have a half-naked guy holding a fireball, I made it just for you. :D

My Danny

A/N: An anon request for a piece where the reader is obsessed with Grease. It’s around Halloween (my choice) and she finds Spencer dressed as Danny Zuko. She tries on her costume and there’s singing and fluff. @coveofmemories


“You got home early?” you asked him, desperately trying to speak above the crowed of people that was huddling around you. “I’m on my way home now.”

Spencer sounded like he was running all over the apartment. “What are you doing?” He was up to something, but you couldn’t place what it was. 

“You’ll see when you get home,” he said with a laugh. “Love you.” And then he hung up. As your stop came up, you exited the train and stared at your phone. What could he possibly be up to? 

When you opened the door, you found out just what it was. It was practically your dream come true. Right in front of you, stood your boyfriend of nearly a year and a half. His hair was slicked back, still his signature color, but coiffed to look like Danny Zuko from Grease - only one of your biggest all-time obsessions. “I figured we didn’t celebrate Halloween together last year, and you’re obsessed with Grease, so I can be Danny and you can be Sandy.”

“Oh my god, yes,” you sighed. Work had been absolute hell. Your boss didn’t appreciate a damn thing you did, and all you wanted to do all day was to tell him to shove it up his ass, but you needed to pay bills, so alas, that wasn’t gonna happen. But your amazing boyfriend knew how to take all of that stress away, if only for a while. “I have stuff inside I can put together for a Sandy costume.” 

Without another word, you ran into the bedroom and pulled out a black off-the-shoulder t-shirt, black leather pants and matching jacket with red heels. For the Halloween party at his co-worker’s house, all you’d have to do is fix your makeup and hair, but you could totally pull this off. And Spencer was adorably pulling off Danny Zuko in a pair of dark blue, almost black jeans, a white t-shirt and a leather jacket that was just slightly too big for him.

As you slipped on the heels, you heard the soundtrack start from outside. Dramatically, you positioned yourself in the doorway, showing off the way the pants hugged your butt. “How do I look?” you asked.

“You look like this most beautiful Sandy in the entire world,” he said, grabbing your hand and puling you out of the doorway. “My Danny doesn’t even compare.”

You snorted and leaned into his embrace as you started to sway back and forth across the apartment floor. “You’re an adorable, Danny,” you smiled, taking his mouth in a sweet kiss. “But you do know that Morgan is going to give you crap for this. I barely know the man, but he’s definitely going to give you shit.”

He lovingly rolled his eyes. “Oh, I know,” he said. “But I will dish it out right back, and if there’s one thing Morgan can’t do, it’s take what’s thrown at him. He’s a big baby…don’t tell him I said that.”

In your discussion of Morgan, you’d nearly missed the entirety of your big moment. “Babe, I almost missed my chance,” you said, craning your head to the ceiling and singing. “But now there’s no way to hide, Since you pushed my love aside, I’m outta my head hopelessly devoted to you, Hopelessly devoted to you, Hopelessly devoted to you.” As you sang, you arched yourself into him- your very own, very dorky, Danny. 

“I’m gonna switch around,” you laughed. “I hope you don’t mind. And in the comfort of our own apartment, I fully expect you to sing with me.” He blushed, shuffling his feet against the hardwood floors. Some days, you’d listen to the whole soundtrack, other days, you needed the highlights - today was one of those. Summer Nights would give Spencer the opportunity to join in, which you fully expected. “Come on, babe. Indulge me.”

As the song started up, he grabbed your hands and started dancing around the apartment. “Summer loving had me a blast,” he started, blushing wildly at the sound of his own voice. He didn’t sing often, but he could carry a tune. 

“Summer loving happened so fast,” you returned.

“I met a girl crazy for me
Met a boy cute as can be
Summer days drifting away to oh oh the summer nights.”

You continued switching parts up until you got toward the middle of the song, at which point, Spencer got sidetracked by the fact that the guys in the song were a bunch of perverts. “I was too young in high school to have any of these thoughts,” he said. “Sometimes, I hate it, and then other times, I wonder if it wasn’t better to just skip over it all. Are all guys like this?” he laughed.

“Not all of them,” you said sweetly. “But in my experience, my exes have been.” 

He was about to answer when he felt a buzzing in his pocket. It was his friend, Garcia. “What’s up with Penelope?” you asked.

“She’s wondering what we’re doing for our costumes,” she said, typing back that you were going as Danny and Sandy from Grease. 

You laughed and looked over his shoulder at the text. “We should take a picture.” He looked back, a little apprehensively. “They’re going to see the costume anyway,” you said. You could tell he was a little embarrassed. “Blame it on me. I’m obsessed.”

“I’m not gonna blame it on you,” he said, bringing you close to take a picture. “I’d do anything for you.” You both smiled wide and took and picture, sending it to Garcia.

“Oh my god!” she replied. “You’re so freaking cute! I can’t wait for Halloween!”

anonymous asked:

zutara & party? Maybe college party

Okay, hi! I’m sorry I’ve been out of the loop lately. I’ve been very busy and a little lazy to be honest. I really need to write more, and I shall write whenever I have the free time. Especially since Smutweek is coming up right around the corner! Thanks for reading, and staying with me through everything!

Zuko was at a regular party, a huge get together between the frat houses connected with the sorority houses. Zuko wandered around the party mingling and chatting with different guests, he looked over at his roommate Sokka, he was flirting with a few girls from a sorority house near where they were currently living.

As Zuko wandered around the vast expanse of the frat house, he suddenly saw her. She was standing alone by a table with a punch bowl on it, a red solo cup in hand, her arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing a blue party dress, and had her beautiful chocolate brown hair done in a braid with interesting hair loops on either side of her face. She looked cross as he watched her from a few feet away. She was beautiful, he thought to himself.

Zuko casually walked up to her, acting as if he were going to get a drink. When he reached the table, he looked at her from the corner of his eye. She seemed more annoyed than cross now that he had a clearer view of her. Zuko put some punch into a cup and walked over to her. He stood next to her casually, the brown haired beauty looked up at him. Zuko was at least a head taller than her, not towering over her, but a usual height.

She gave him an annoyed look. “What do you want? And no, I’m not going to go to an empty room to hook up with you.”

Zuko took a sip out of his cup and almost spat it out. What did his roommates put in this? Zuko swallowed the vile drink, and smiled at her. He felt a little dizzy, especially after drinking that overly alcoholic drink.

“Nothing. I just wanted to talk.” He smiled at her. Katara rolled icy blue eyes.

“So that’s what they call it these days?” She snapped. Zuko gave her a grimace.

“No, I just genuinely want to talk to someone. You seem like a wallflower that needed company.” He answered. Katara sighed, exasperated.

“I didn’t even want to come to this party. I don’t even know why I did. My friend Suki dragged me here just so she could see my brother. Who also happens to be staying at this house.” She turned towards him and took a sip of her drink.

How could she drink this vile stuff? Zuko felt obligated to take a drink of his, so he swallowed down his drink and held himself from gagging.

“Who’s your brother?” Zuko asked nonchalantly. Katara made a pfft sound.

“The life of the party at the moment.” She answered.

She looked over somewhere off into the other room. Zuko looked over and realized that she was looking at her brother, his roommate, chugging some beer out of a keg, upside down. Zuko smacked his forehead.

Of course her brother is his roommate, Zuko sighed. “Yep, he sure is the life of the party.” He mumbled. Zuko looked back over at Katara. “So, what’s your name?”

Katara smiled tight-lipped at him. “Katara. What’s yours?”

“Zuko,” He paused. “Yeah. Zuko.” He said awkwardly. He scratched at his head awkwardly. “I like your name, it’s very pretty.” Zuko smiled sheepishly at her.

“Thanks.” She smiled back at him weakly. They stood in silence for a few moments. 

Suki walked up to them, her gait uneasy and slurred. She almost fell over right in front of Zuko until he caught her in his arms. Suki giggled and look up into Zuko’s eyes. 

“Wow. You’re gorgeous. What happened to your face though?” She peered up at him curiously, then she tried to kiss him. Her lips puckering close to his face. 

She was definitely drunk. Zuko could smell the alcohol on her breath, he moved away from her puckered lips. Katara glared at her friend while Zuko blushed a deep scarlet. He ignored the comment about his scar. 

“So I guess this is your friend Suki?” Zuko asked, holding her up. Suki was giggling uncontrollable, hiccuping here and there. 

“Yep, that is Suki.” Katara sighed, “I can take it from here.” She reached towards Suki when Zuko scooped Suki up in his arms. 

“It’s okay. I can take you her back to your place. If you don’t mind?” Zuko asked Katara. He didn’t really think Katara would be able to hold her friend up on their trek back to their sorority house. 

“Okay.” Katara sighed. Zuko nodded curtly. 

They walked off out of the party.

The walk wasn’t long, and it wasn’t too hard to carry Suki back to the house. She was quite light, but he was worried she would get sick all over him, but he didn’t mind. When Katara unlocked the door and they walked inside, she flicked on the lights to the house. 

The house was very nice, it was nicer than his house that he was staying in. It was also very–girly. There were floral carpets all around, a few decorative plants here and here. Overall, it was a girly but nice. 

“Just up the stairs, we can set her in bed in our room.” Katara said meekly. 

Katara led Zuko up the stairs towards the room Katara was sharing with Suki. When they reached Katara and Suki’s shared room, he was taken aback. One side of the room was completely blue. Blue carpet under the bed, the Water Tribe insignia was hung up over the bed, and there was a blue duvet. The other side of the room on the other hand, was just a basic lime green colored blanket, a Kyoshi Warrior poster hung  up over the head of the bed. 

Zuko immediately knew which side Suki slept on, Zuko set Suki down lightly, holding her against him. 

“Mmm, you’re so warm.” Suki moaned. Zuko blushed once again, his internal body temperature was raised due to the cold outside, well, cold for the Fire Nation. 

As Zuko walked Suki over to the bed, she turned towards Zuko and smiled at him drunkenly. “Thank you.” After she thanked him, and turned pale, then she got sick all over the front of Zuko’s shirt. 

Zuko closed his eyes and sighed. This wasn’t the first time he was the victim of vomit, there were countless times when Sokka had thrown up on him. Zuko had a strong stomach, so he was able to clean himself up. 

Suki coughed and heaved. Katara was instantly by her side, patting her back, and holding her short hair from her face. Katara looked up at Zuko, blushing. 

“I”m so sorry.” Katara apologized, and helped Suki up and helped her into bed. Katara pushed back the covers and laid her in bed, she helped Suki out of her shoes, then pulled the covers up on her. 

“I’ll help get you cleaned up. Again, I’m so sorry.” Katara blushed furiously. Her blue eyes stuck out under her scarlet face. Zuko blushed at the sight of her. 

Zuko stepped out of the vomit, he carefully took his shoes off and set them where he stood, careful to keep the vomit from tracking everywhere in the room. Katara walked over to Zuko and grabbed his arm and led him to the bathroom. Her hands were cold against his warm skin, he couldn’t help but feel goosebumps as she held his arm. Her touch was electrifying, he couldn’t stop blushing.

After Katara led him into the bathroom, she smiled at him lightly. “Do you mind if you take your shirt off?” Katara instantly paused and blushed, “ I mean to …wash it?” She mumbled out awkwardly, blushing.

Zuko nodded and carefully lifted the shirt over his body, Katara helped him out careful to not get vomit on anywhere else on his body. When he took the shirt off, he turned it inside out and set it in the sink. When Katara saw his body she blushed, he definitely wasn’t scrawny. He also definitely spent hours in the gym, or in the bending arena. The pair stared at each other, Katara swallowed the lump in her throat. Those golden eyes were mesmerizing.

“I guess, I can take these to the wash. You can just-um-either come with me, or you can go back downstairs and sit on the couch and watch something.” Katara said, dragging herself out of her daze. She reached beside him and grabbed the soiled shirt from the sink. 

“No, it’s okay. I can help you with the wash.” Zuko insisted. Katara nodded and she walked out of the bathroom, Zuko followed suit. 

Zuko couldn’t help but think of how she looked at him when he slipped out of  his shirt, her eyes widened and she parted her plump lips. Zuko blushed as he thought of kissing her, those pink lips parting against his lips. He instantly shut that thought out, she definitely wasn’t into him that way most likely. 

Katara stopped by a closet underneath the stairs, she opened the washer and set it to the quickest setting to wash. After it started Katara stood back up and smiled at him. Zuko couldn’t help but smile back at her. 

“Thanks.” He said sheepishly. 

“No. Thank you. You didn’t really have to help me with Suki. Thank y-I mean, that was-” Katara stumbled over her words, distracted by Zuko’s upper body. Zuko chuckled and put a hand on her shoulder. 

“It’s no problem.” He chuckled. Zuko was amused by her words, and he smiled down at her. Katara pushed a think flyaway out of her face and looked up at him, unsmiling. Her gaze intense, her blue eyes shining against his. 

She reached up on her toes and kissed him on the mouth. Zuko was surprised for a moment, but then he closed his eyes and kissed her back. Her plush lips soft against his. She tasted good, besides the vile drink the boys concocted at his house, the alcohol was only a small taste on her breath. The kiss went from soft to hard. Their lips crushing against each other. 

This only was the beginning. 

*smut ensues* If you’d like me to continue this, just shoot me an ask or reply to this! Thanks for reading!


i am years late to this fandom but you can’t tell me that “gaang” doesn’t actually translate to “acolytes of katara”


Keith is scrolling through his dash one night when he sees that Lance has made a new text post. It’s a common occurrence; Lance hits the post limit on a daily basis. Keith hadn’t even known there was a post limit until Lance came to him one day whining. Anyway. Keith goes to read Lance’s latest post.

tfw u remember how fuckin sad u actually are all the time lmao 😫👌🏼

Well, shit.

Keith worries his bottom lip. It’s a habit Shiro has nagged him about for years. What should he do? Should he message Lance, or is that too forward? Keith isn’t exactly a ‘comfort’ person. Pidge once gave him a custom-made t-shirt that says “That’s rough, buddy” with a picture of Zuko on it. It’s one of Keith’s favorite shirts; it also sums him up as a person.

Keith mulls over his options, for once reigning in his impulsive behavior. He moves his mouse, hovers over the like button, and watches with satisfaction as the little heart animation dances across his screen. Perfect. By liking Lance’s post, Keith has shown that he’s not ignoring Lance’s problems and is instead offering him his silent, unwavering support. It’s the perfect combination. It’s decidedly Keith in nature. There’s no way he’s messed this up.

(Somewhere out in the world, at that very moment)

Lance squints at his notification feed, screen unfortunately bright as hell in his darkened room. His sad vent post, which he posted a few minutes ago and has been obsessively refreshing since then, has been liked by about ten people. This is normally a fact Lance would preen about.

Unfortunately, one of those likes comes from Keith.

“You bastard,” Lance hisses at his phone. “You total son of a gun. I see you, villain. I see you liking my pain. You’re enjoying this. You ENJOY my PAIN. You thought you could be sneaky?! Oh, it’s on. It’s on like motherfucking Donkey Kong. Prepare for me breaking into your home and smashing a barrel over your head, killing you instantly, you emo country singer.”

A Southern Raiders AU

Yon Rha was lying face up.

The icicles Katara had formed moments ago now protruded at awkward angles from his body. Most of them landed in his torso, while others pinned his arms and legs to the ground. One icicle had managed to lodge itself in his neck. Blood oozed from each punctured area of his body, forming an expanding circle of dark red on the ground. His face still held the look of terror he had before, but his eyes stared unblinking at nothing.

He wasn’t moving.

No, she thought. This wasn’t supposed to-

With the flick of her wrist the icicles turned back into water. She began to walk towards Yon Rha, but stopped when she felt a hand grab her wrist.


Somewhere in the past few moments she’d forgotten about Zuko standing a few feet behind her. The events of the past day flashed through her mind. Finding Zuko sitting outside her tent, him telling her he knew where to find her mother’s killer, her bloodbending the captain of the Southern Raiders, confronting Yon Rha… Remembering she only wanted to scare him with the icicles instead of…

“Let go Zuko,” she said through clenched teeth. His hold on her wrist only tightened. Fine, she thought. Have it your way.

She quickly twisted herself out of his grip, and dashed towards the body. She only made it a few steps before Zuko grabbed her again, spinning her around as he pulled her to him. Her eyes welled with tears as she struggled and thrashed in his arms. “Let me go!” she shrieked. The tears spilled over and ran down her face, mixing with the rainwater. “Zuko, please! I have to-” Her breathing labored, each breath ripping through her lungs. “I can heal him Zuko! You have to let go of me! I have to heal him!” Tears blurred her vision as she tried to shove Zuko away, but he just held on harder.

“Katara breathe.”

Hearing him say her name sent an agonizing pain through her heart. Knees buckling she clutched the fabric of his shirt in her hands. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to make the unbearable pain in her chest go away.


Beneath her hands, she felt him stiffen.  Her head pounded as she erupted into deep heaving sobs. She felt his grip on her loosen, his hands sliding from her back to lightly hold her elbows. “I didn’t mean- I should have stopped. I- I should have-”

“Hey,” Zuko said softly. “Look at me.”

Katara reluctantly looked up at him. A million things ran through her mind as she stared into his soft golden eyes. Don’t tell me it’s going to be okay. Don’t lecture me. Don’t yell at me. Don’t tell me that what I’ve just done is justified. Her heart ached at the last thought that appeared before Zuko spoke.

Please don’t hate me.

“I’m here okay?” he whispered, now cradling her face in his hands. “I’m always going to be here for you.”

Her tears had slowed, her breathing becoming easier as she processed his words. He’s here for me? The calm that had come over her morphed into anger. The more she heard his voice in her head, the more furious she became. Blood boiling, she shoved him as hard as she could, watching as he fell to the ground.

“What is wrong with you?!” she screamed.

The look of confusion on his face broke her heart, but she couldn’t stop. The words came out before she had the chance to register what she was even saying. “How can you be so calm right now?! I just- I just killed someone, Zuko! You might be used to this kind of thing happening, but I’m not!” Her anger deflated as her voice cracked, the pain coursing through her body beginning to consume her. “Why aren’t you lecturing me, or-or-or yelling at me?! That’s what everyone else would be doing right now!” He slowly got to his feet, keeping his eyes locked with hers. He closed the space between them cautiously, stopping inches away from her. “I just- I don’t understand how can you be so accepting of this,” she whispered.

“I’m not,” he said quietly.

Katara bit her lip and started to look away from him, but he brought his right hand to the side of her face, bringing her eyes back to his. “But it isn’t my place to tell you what to do. You don’t need to be lectured or yelled at because that won’t help you right now… That isn’t what you need.” A tear slid down Katara’s face, stopping dead in its tracks as it collided with Zuko’s thumb. “You get enough lectures from everyone else, and I don’t want to fall into that category with you… I need you to know that you can come to me with anything and I won’t give you a speech or scream my opinion at you…“ He brushed a stray hair sticking to her face away, tucking it lovingly behind her ear. "That no matter what you do, I’m always on your side.”

“Why,” she whispered. “After what you just saw me do, why would you want to do that?” The question was pointless, because she already knew the answer. It was written all over his face.

Gently tugging his shirt, she pulled him closer to her. Their noses bumped lightly before she hesitantly brought her lips to his. Much to her surprise, Zuko immediately pushed back, and wrapped his left arm around her waist. His right hand cradled the back of her head as he pressed his lips harder against hers. She wished they could just stay like that, kissing each other in the rain forever. But they couldn’t.

She pushed softly against his lips one last time before she pulled away and wrapped her arms around him.

“It was an accident,” she mumbled, burying her face in his chest.

“I know,” Zuko replied.

She breathed in the smell of his shirt, listening to the sound of his heart beating in sync with hers. Zuko tenderly rubbed her back, holding her tighter. I’m here for you.

“I just wanted to scare him. I didn’t mean-”

Her voice cracked as the reality of what she’d done sank in. She was surprised to find she wasn’t crying. Maybe I’ve cried myself out. She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on the boy holding her. The boy who promised to always be there for her. She hugged him harder as he placed a kiss on the top of her head and stroked her wet hair.

“I know.”

anonymous asked:

Don't imagine Zuko having a crush on Sokka. Don't imagine his getting this far off look on his face whenever he thinks about Sokka.

Don’t imagine Zuko getting all blushy and nervous and awkward (more so than usual) when Sokka’s around.

Don’t imagine Zuko purposely practicing his firebending in places that he knows Sokka likes to visit.

Don’t imagine Zuko trying to come up with (horrible) nicknames for Sokka and Sokka’s gets really confused when Zuko calls him “Coldman” (haha like opposite of hotman get it. Zuko is not very creative) and he’s like what and Zuko blushes furiously and is just, “Nothing, peasant.”

Don’t imagine Zuko finally mustering up the courage to ask Sokka if he wants…to do…an activity??? together??? and Sokka just straight-up starts laugh-crying because they’re both such horrible, awful romantics and Zuko gets really offended because he thinks Sokka is making fun of him. Sokka, still snickering, assures him that it’s not the case and that he would love to do an activity together. Zuko, unconvinced, embarrassed and mildly heartbroken turns to leave but Sokka grabs his hand. When he turns around Sokka is completely serious and tells Zuko that he would genuinely, absolutely love to do an activity together. Zuko can’t stop blushing.

Don’t imagine Zuko and Sokka being super mushy and just completely infatuated with each other, eyes lighting up whenever they look at the other. They try to hide it around the others but they are so horribly transparent that everyone is just like, “Get a room, you two!” Toph screams “Oogie!” whenever they’re around and Katara is super miffed because Sokka always made fun of her and Aang, the freaking hypocrite.

Don’t imagine them “swordbending” and Sokka is completely focused because he’s going to beat Zuko this time, dammit but Zuko is really distracted and unfocused because Sokka just took his shirt off what the hell there should be a rule against that and he kinda trips and Sokka is there with his sword pointing at his throat, all sweaty and triumphant. “Surrender,” and Zuko goes completely red because that was really hot oh no but Sokka just laughs and helps Zuko up and kisses him on the cheek. Zuko can’t say anything because his brain his inexplicably just turned to mush. Afterwards, Sokka is all cocky grins and swagger and, “Maybe I should take my shirt off more often when we spar, huh?” Zuko just rolls his eyes and says nothing but the next time he makes a point of taking his shirt off, sly grin planted on his face. Not much sparring gets done that day.