Hope you don’t mind if we don’t believe this :) I’ve tried to collect those moments where we could see his genuine smile (w/o any ulterior motive). But for a special note: check his eyes when he sees Katara’s (& Sokka’s happiness when they reunited w their father :) & when hears June’s remark about Katara being his girlfriend…..
Eyes widened… which basically sign of surprise but also happiness (315)… & excitement (319)….
Whenever I look back on the early episodes of Avatar: the Last Airbender, I realize that Iroh was probably acting a little ridiculous on purpose. He knows that Zuko still has fresh emotional wounds from his cruel, uncompromising father and sadistic sister, and the one source of softness and warmth in his life, his mother, is long gone. Iroh always tried to be a friend to Zuko, but now that his nephew has been scarred and banished, he tries to be goofy and funny and carefree so desperately hard because all he wants is for Zuko to smile and relax again. If making a fool out of himself is what he has to do, he’d do it a hundred times over.
Request: Could I have an imagine for A:TLA? Zuko is hopelessly in love with you but while you do return his feelings, you refuse to make any ‘big’ decisions before the war is over, so could the imagine include his many attempts of sealing your hand for him? -Anon
Well, here ya go! It’s really long, like over 2000 words oops.
Yesterday you had kissed Zuko. Today you were avoiding him.
While you and Zuko were close, and you both had strong feelings for each other, you wanted to wait until the war was over and done with to make any rash decisions regarding your relationship with him. It would hurt you too much if something happened to him and you were together. At least this way, if one of you was seriously injured, or even killed, you wouldn’t be losing a partner. You’d only be losing your friend.
“Zuko, I told you. I can’t, okay? I can’t make any huge decisions right now.”
“Can I remind you that you kissed me yesterday? That seemed like a pretty huge decision.”
“I was tired and overcome with emotions then. I just think it’s best we not get involved romantically until after… all this.”
“I have to go, Zuko. Toph wanted to spar.” You began to walk away, but paused a moment to look back at the teen. “I just don’t want to risk losing my boyfriend as well as my best friend.” Zuko nodded, which you took as a cue to leave. Zuko understood the reasoning behind not wanting to make the decision before the war, but he thought that was all the more reason to make the decision. If you were about to go to war, it would be good to let go of your feelings, right?
Zuko was determined to at least get you to admit you loved him before the war was over.
Attempt #1: Flowers
“Katara?” Zuko held a bouquet of flowers in his hand. It was small, and the flowers were mostly wilted as they had been growing in a shady, sad spot in a forest, but it was a bouquet nonetheless. He was bringing them to the waterbender to see if she could maybe perk them up, or at least to see if the flowers had the stamp of approval before being given to you.
“I have a question. If someone gave you these flowers, would you accept them?” He held the small bouquet out to the girl, and she looked at them before reaching out a hand to hold them closer and take a better look.
“Well, they’re kind of sad, Zuko. Are these for (Y/N)?”
“Yeah.” He pulled his hand away as Katara grabbed the entire bouquet.
“Oh, nice flowers. I didn’t know you and Katara were a thing, Zuko.” You seemed to come out of nowhere, just in time to see Katara taking the flowers from Zuko’s outstretched hands.
“Oh no, I’m not- we’re not… I was just-”
“Relax, I was joking. Katara, Sokka wants us to go get some supplies.”
“Alright, I’m coming.” She handed the bouquet back to Zuko, giving him a quick look of pity before walking off with you. As you walked away from Zuko, Katara leaned closer to your ear. “They were for you, you know.” You sighed, nodding your head.
Zuko simply frowned at your receding figures. He was going to have to try harder to get you.
Attempt #2: Fire
It was a rare night, everyone huddled around a fire, laughing and acting like the world was alright. Katara and Aang sat next to each other, talking in hushed tones to themselves. Sokka was poking at the fire, making sure he kept it aflame despite the fact there were two individuals who could firebend sitting across from him. Toph was doing her best to make Sokka’s attempts fail, sticking rocks up into the fire and kicking pebbles in Sokka’s general direction. You and Zuko just sat next to each other, watching the others and occasionally saying a few words.
You were tired. It was rare you had a night that you weren’t stressing or working, and you wanted to take this opportunity to sleep early, but spending time with the rest of the Gaang was so rare that you were sticking it out. After your fifth yawn in twenty minutes, though, Zuko nudged your shoulder.
“Hey, go to bed if you’re so tired.”
“I’d much rather stay out here with everyone. Besides, it’s more comfortable out here, right?” You and Toph had bent some makeshift couch-like seats for everyone to sit on, and sitting with Zuko on one of the rock couches by a fire was much more comfortable than laying on the ground with only a blanket and a small, worn pillow.
“Go get some rest, (Y/N).”
“I’m not-” you yawned “-that tired.” Zuko simply rolled his eyes, as if to say, “Whatever you say,” and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
Only thirty minutes later, however, you had fallen asleep. You were pressed against Zuko, arms wrapped around his waist and head resting on his shoulder. Your hair tickled his neck, and your breathing was loud, but he made no effort to move you. Instead, he asked Sokka to grab his blanket and pillow and got comfortable.
The next morning you woke up to the sound of Aang’s laughter and Appa’s noises. You opened your eyes to see Aang playing with his beloved animal, which as strange because you didn’t remember falling asleep outside. It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized you and Zuko had fallen asleep around the fire. You quickly got up, leaving Zuko with the blanket, and went to change. You ran into Katara moments later, and she looked at you with knowing eyes.
“Friends fall asleep with friends, Katara,” you insisted, but she knew what was really going on. Zuko might just succeed in his quest after all.
Attempt #3: Sparring
It was good to practice, especially with the war coming up. You and Zuko were doing just that, sparring in an attempt to brush up on your skills.
“I’m probably not the best person to be practicing with,” you had said over and over, knowing that Zuko planned on going after his sister and that he should be practicing with Aang, a firebender. But Zuko had other plans. He didn’t really need to practice, he just wanted to spend some alone time with you, and work on getting you to admit your feelings out loud.
“It’s fine. It’s always nice to spar with an earthbender.”
“I can go get Toph, she’s a better opponent.”
“No, no, you’re fine.” With that, you two began to train. Toph had taught you some moves, and you were now able to sense where people were with your earthbending. You were practicing that by trying to spar Zuko with your eyes clamped shut.
“You sure you can do that?” he kept asking you, but you nodded every time.
“I’m good. I’m pro.” You would laugh and send a rock his way. Now, you were far from pro. You could kind of sense where he was going, but when it came to his bending, you had no clue when it was coming or where it was going. You were on your butt more than you were on your feet.
“Yeah, you’re a real pro,” Zuko said, holding his hand out to help you get up. You sensed this and reached out to grab it. He pulled you to your feet quickly, and you were launched up. You opened your eyes to see Zuko’s face mere inches away from yours, and you felt his arms hovering around your waist. “Sorry. You’re light,” he said, not making an effort to move away from you. He was staring into your eyes, and you were staring into his enchanting gold ones. You two stayed like this for what seemed like ages. You wanted to pull away, but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to it.
“Hey, (Y/N), using those techniques I’ve been teaching you?” You were broken from your trance and quickly pulled away from Zuko, knowing that Toph would be able to sense how close you two were.
“Yeah. I’m not too good, though.” You laughed, glancing over at Zuko as you did so. “I kept getting knocked off my feet. Think we could practice some more?”
“Sure, I’m not doing anything.” Toph waved, motioning for you to follow her, and you shot Zuko a quick apologetic look.
“I’ll ask Aang if he wants to spar you. Seriously, it’d be better to train with someone who would actually be a challenge.” Zuko shook his head.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll go to town for some food or something.” You shrugged and walked off with Toph, who was shooting you a grin.
“So, you and Zuko were pretty close together back there.”
“Oh, shut up.”
Attempt #4: Clothes
“Zuko! Hey, I need your help with something.” You had your head stuck out of your tent, and you were motioning for Zuko to come in. He slipped in and you immediately began to talk. “Okay, so I thought that since we’re hiding out in the Fire Nation for a bit I should wear some Fire Nation clothing, right? But I think I look ridiculous in it.”
“Ridiculously out of place.”
“Let me see.” You dropped the blanket you were using to cover yourself to reveal your outfit. A red, midriff-baring top and a pair of simple red pants. Zuko began to laugh, and you quickly went to cover yourself again. “No, no. You only ridiculous because you tied the top wrong.”
“Yeah. Here, turn around, I’ll fix it.” You spun, and Zuko began to fix the top.
“Thanks. I’m glad I didn’t go outside looking like a complete idiot.” You could feel Zuko’s breath against your neck as he chuckled softly.
“Only I would’ve noticed.”
“Still.” You felt his hands brush against your back as he finished tying your top.
“There. I fixed you.” You turned around and gave him a smile.
“No problem, (Y/N).” Once again you were in a situation where neither of you could look away. You were frozen.
“Well, I better leave. Now that I can go into town, I want to look at some stuff in this shop Katara told me about.” You broke the trance, moving around Zuko to leave your tent. “Thank you again.” Zuko simply smiled in response, and you left him alone in your tent.
Attempt #5: Before the Battle
“(Y/N).” You stopped to turn to Zuko, who had just called your name.
“Yeah?” You were getting ready to go with Katara and Zuko to find Azula, and you still had to grab one more thing when Zuko called you.
“Look, we’re about to go fight my sister. She’s really dangerous.” You nodded your head.
“I know, Zuko. Can I go? I have to grab something…”
“(Y/N), just wait.” He put his arm on your arm to keep you from leaving, and you looked up at him. Once again, you were trapped in his golden eyes. Slowly, he leaned down and connected his lips to yours. You found yourself almost kissing back, but you pulled away.
“Zuko, I-” Words escaped you. You couldn’t think of what to say. “I can’t kiss you.”
“But you have.” Zuko had tried to understand, but at this point, he couldn’t. You were kissing him back, dammit! But you still wouldn’t admit anything. “(Y/N), I love you. I’m in love with you, you know that. How could you not? But you still refuse to admit your feelings for me. I just want to hear it once, ‘I love you, Zuko.’ Just once, (Y/N).” You bit your lip.
“Zuko, I’m sorry. I’ve made my decision. Not until after this.” You shook your head, a sad look on your face. “Look, I have to grab something, then we can leave. Go get Katara.”
Zuko had messed up. He realized that as you walked away.
What Got You:
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Zuko was taunting Azula, something about not using lightning. Azula then shot some lightning at Katara, who Zuko quickly jumped in front of. He was struck, fell to the ground, and you heard yourself and Katara scream as Azula laughed. You began to sprint towards Zuko, but Azula shot at you with some fire, so you stayed back. Katara tried to approach him to heal him, but Azula then began to fire at her.
There were tears streaming down your eyes. You watched in fear as Azula went after Katara, but you knew the waterbender could handle herself, so you ran to Zuko. You collapsed beside him, held his hand, begged him to be alright. It felt like ages before Katara chained Azula down and ran over to heal the fallen prince.
“Thank you, Katara,” he mumbled after she had worked her magic. He sat up slowly and looked from Katara to you. You were both crying.
“Zuko,” you whispered through your tears. “Zuko, I thought you were going to…” You broke into tears again, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, momentarily forgetting his was injured. “I thought I was going to lose you.” Zuko loosened your grip around his body and looked you in the eyes. He reached a hand up to wipe a tear from your cheek.
“You tied your top incorrectly,” he said after a moment, causing you to giggle slightly through your tears. “It’s actually better that way, I think.” You couldn’t stand it anymore. You leaned in and captured his lips with yours. It was a gentle, sweet kiss, and you never wanted it to end.
“I love you,” you whispered against Zuko’s lips. “I’m in love with you.”
“I know,” Zuko mumbled back, a small smile playing on his lips. “Now kiss me again.”
Everyone always wanted more Team Avatar bonding, right? How about some hide-and-go-seek with the Gaang, and a lovably grumpy Zuko?
Word Count: 1065
This island was probably one of the more foresty places you’ve been with the Gaang. Huge, twisty, moss-covered trees, full of secret places and little streams. It was awesome. Sokka and Katara, however, had become decidedly agitated.
“It’s just too close in here,” Katara said, crossing her arms.
“You can’t even see the sky,” her brother added. You understood, of course; there were no trees where they grew up. Of course that would make them claustrophobic in forests. Still, it was grating on your nerves.
“I’m gonna hit someone,” you growled under your breath.
“Not if I beat you to it,” Zuko whispered back, and you couldn’t help smiling. Being grumpy is a strange thing to bond over, but apparently neither of you had a choice in the matter. You were friends, and there was nothing you could do about it.
“How long do you think it’ll take them to complain about how hot it is?” you mumbled.
As if on cue, Sokka rolled his eyes skyward. “Ugh. It’s so hot in here.”
You giggled, and even Zuko cracked a smile.
It seemed like such an innocent suggestion - a nice, friendly game - when Aang said, “Hey, who wants to play hide-and-seek?”
“You must be great at that.” Zuko’s expression didn’t change, but you could see the glitter of mischeif in his dark eyes. “You won for like a hundred years.”
“Just two more days,” she said, bright blue eyes finding gilded gold. “Can you believe it?”
Katara reached across the center console, dodging the empty Starbucks cups and discarded food wrappers— the sustenance that’d gotten them through the day— and put her hand on his thigh. It was a familiar gesture, a common one, a move she always made when his fingers gripped the steering wheel and she chatted from the passenger seat.
Today, however, it felt… intimate… far more binding and surreal than she ever really expected. It had to be the wedding, Katara told herself, their wedding.
She shot Zuko a shy, happy smile. “I get to marry you,” then, a laugh bubbled up and her excitement burst at the seams. “In two days, Zuko. Two days and I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine. We’ll be—”
Katara nodded, both amused and warmed. A family. He saw a future with her, with their dog Druk, in their little home they’d just closed on an hour ago.
How many kids would they have? How many years would they be at the other’s side? How long would she have the privilege of loving him? Calling him her family?
The questions flicked through her mind, each one making her heart swell and tears rise. Happy tears. She was so excited.
Katara squeezed his leg tight, beaming at him when he glanced her way. A thousand images flashed before her eyes, her future with him, full of love and tenderness and hope.
Blinding headlights pulled her gaze to the road. It’d only been a second. Zuko was still on his side of the dotted yellow lines… but the other driver…
“Zuko, look out!!”
She shrieked and he swerved.
The rest— just a handful of seconds— played out in slow motion. She heard tires screech, heard Zuko grunt as he yanked the wheel to the right and the car jolted towards the shoulder. Maybe they would’ve been fine… if his fist on the horn had alerted the other driver… if the other car hadn’t clipped the tail end of their old Honda.
The car flipped. She heard metal creak and crush, glass shattering. She watched the world turn upside, watched the ground come rushing back.
Listen, my favorite zukaang headcannon is zuko is seeing aang with hair for the first time and if you can do something with this headcannon I'll be so grateful.
It was early morning when Zuko reached the village and it
was already swelteringly hot. It only
took a moment for Druk to curl himself around a tree and patch of shade. Zuko
found himself wishing he could join him as he wiped at the layer of sweat at
his hairline. He found himself wishing he was bald again; when did hair get so hot?
The town was every bit as tiny and shabby as Aang had described
it in his letters, and the people just as kind. They needed new buildings, new
tools, new teachers, Aang has said, to finally start to blend in their rapidly
modernizing new world. And they needed moral, which is why Aang had recommended
he, Fire Lord Zuko, visit them personally, to show they were important to the
Fire Nation. So Zuko came.
He wished he had come in the winter.
The townsfolk were very helpful, if not overly so, after a
few dozen bows, and offerings of food, and swallowing unpleasantly hot tea,
Zuko was told Aang was at the local lake, helping repair a dock.
The dock, Zuko found, was just as shabby and small as the
rest of the town, but he was able to walk out safely on it just far enough to
look into the water. And there was Aang, a golden-blue-looking blur hoovering
just under the wood. Zuko waited, and when he figured Aang was using some sort
of water bending technique to breathe down there and could be a while, he
kicked a loose rock into the water right over Aang’s head.
He could have sworn Aang smiled up at him from under the
“Zuko!” Aang said brightly when he broke the surface, “you
An unexpected, vaguely unnerving shock tremble rattled
through Zuko’s stomach as he watched Aang pull himself out of the water. In the
many months apart, Aang had grown hair, quite a bit of it, Zuko saw, as it
dripped water into Aang’s face, which was also cut with a scratching of
A lot about Aang looked different. His cheeks more hallow
and body more steady, like he had grown into himself. He looked taller than
Zuko remembered, and Zuko was very, alarmingly aware of Aang’s tattoo’s,
stretched over his muscles—that didn’t look as lean as Zuko remembered—and skin
that looked tanner than Zuko remembered. Zuko calculated quickly in his head.
How old was Aang now? Seventeen? Eighteen? How long had it really been?
When Aang had to catch and tighten his pants after they, heavy with water, had sagged down his hip, Zuko noticed a patch of a prominent tan line. Zuko coughed.
“Yes,” Zuko answered. He cleared his throat. “Hi—Hello. I’m
here—You’re here. I just got here—you have hair now.”
Zuko felt Aang’s smile in his gut like a punch.
“Yeah.” Aang said, give his wet hair a shake with his hand. “My
scalp kept getting burned here, it’s so hot. I finally just gave up and thought
hair might help. It’s just for while I’m here. Your hair’s gotten long, too—“
Aang took a step closer and brought his hand up to touch
Zuko’s hair. Water dripped from his bare arm and Zuko pulled away, a little
“Ha, sorry.” Aang was still smiling; he clearly thought Zuko’s
reaction had to do with the water. He brought up his hands in a motions before
his chest and, with a quick, slapping gust of wind, the water was blown of Aang
and he was dry.
His hair was fluffed and untidy and Zuko felt his mouth dry.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Aang said, closing the distance
between them again for a hug, one hand grasping at Zuko.
The sensation in Zuko’s stomach seemed to have exploded.
Big mood that scene in atla when zuko is still pretty new to the group and makes that joke attempt “leaf me alone I’m bushed” and he’s like “uncle tells it better” and katara is like “yeah probs bc he remembers the whole thing fren” and everyone laughs good naturedly and zuko smiles a lil bc friends and camaraderie and teasing and he finally sees how relationships don’t have to be super toxic and mom leave me alone I’m fine
“I don’t know why
you hate it so much,” Aang said with a shrug. “Everyone said it in the Fire
Nation when I was a kid.”
“A hundred years
ago,” Zuko snapped back, a little more sharply than Aang thought was probably
needed. He took that as a sign that maybe Zuko wasn’t joking about being annoyed about the use of the word, which
only made Aang find the reaction more ridiculous. And maybe a bit more funny.
hadn’t been annoyed enough to pull away yet, and he still lay close enough that
Aang was able to nudge him and wink.
“It’s just a word,
Hotman,” Aang said and the glance Zuko shot him by his side eye made the effort
worth it. Aang laughed, patted Zuko on the chest, and said in his best (but
always a bit tinny-sounding) attempt at the Fire Nation language, “Back then,
everyone was a Hotman.”
“It sounded like a scream,” Katara says, getting off as Zuko
pushes her, “it was probably an animal.”
Another scream calls out, definitely not an animal.
“Is there a village near here?” Zuko asks as he practically
leaps out of the bed.
“The nearest one is miles away,” Katara huffs, watching Zuko
race into the bathroom, “Where are you going?”
“We should check it out,” Zuko calls from the bathroom, “it
could be something serious.”
“I’ll give you a head start then,” Katara sighs when Zuko
re-enters the room, now fully clothed and crowned, “The Painted Lady showing up
with the Fire Lord may raise a few questions.”
“Don’t be too long,” Zuko says, he goes outside and as he is
swallowed by darkness, he lights a fire in his hands to light the way.
He finds the village easily, people are screaming as their
huts burn down. There are people laying in the street, badly injured, but
He sees six men with bags stolen goods, the bags are filled
with everything from, jewellery to food.
As the men head towards their getaway car, Zuko sends a wall
of fire between them and the car.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he says, stepping into the
light of the street.
“It’s the Fire Lord,” One of the men says, gaping in shock.
“We heard you was dead,” another man says, stepping forward,
obviously the leader.
“I can assure you, I’m alive,” Zuko says, “drop the stolen
goods and turn yourselves over.”
“Now why would we do that?” the leader asks, “We’ve already
dealt with the guards in this town, and there’s six of us. We ain’t scared of
Zuko feels the air become cool as the clouds darken above
him. A thick fog rolls in and with it, comes the Painted Lady.
“Holy shit.” One of the men gasps.
“It’s the Painted Lady.” Another says.
All eyes turn to the Painted Lady as she seems to step from
the fog. The Painted Lady stays silent, she stands by Zuko’s side; her presence
alone is enough to have the thieves shaking in fear.
“Screw this,” the leader snarls, he sends a fire blast
The Painted Lady jumps out of the way while Zuko’s fists
become enflamed with fire. He takes the leaders fire and uses it against him.
Katara becomes surrounded by three of the men, two non-benders
wielding swords and a lightning bender.
As the lightning flashes, Katara’s heart races in panic, her
eyes flick to the Fire Lord who also notices the lightning.
Katara bends water from her hidden water pouch.
The two non-benders go down easily, with minimal damage. But
the lightning bender is harder to deal with, water and electricity doesn’t mix,
whenever the lightning and water touch, the water becomes electrified, and Katara
can feel the spark of electricity in her blood as she bends.
Zuko and the three other Fire benders face off, filling the street
with fire, fire that makes it harder for Katara to bend water, the water
evaporates in the fire or turns to steam and Katara cannot reuse the water she’s
She feels the toll, Katara has almost no more water to bend,
and her strength is fading, she resorts to bending the sweat on her skin.
Then the lightning flashes and time slows.
Zuko sees the lightning from the corner of his eye, he turns
to see the bolt arching towards Katara, but she isn’t moving out of its way,
not fast enough. Zuko reaches for her, his mouth forming her name in horror, he
is pushed back by a line of fire and cut off by the remaining bender he faces.
“NO!” he screams, watching as the lightning hits Katara.
But Katara doesn’t go down, she redirects the lightning, pulling it through her body, down through
her stomach and then out her other hand, she sends the lightning back to the
bender who sent it. It hit’s him in the shoulder and he doesn’t get up.
Katara wobbles on her feet, she looks to Zuko as he takes
down the last man standing. As he breathes out, all the fires in the village
are doused, turning into nothing but smoke.
Zuko’s heart is racing, he looks to Katara, to his surprise,
she’s still standing.
“Fire Lord,” she says, bowing to Zuko before vanishing in a
cloud of fog.
Zuko wants to follow, but people are stepping out onto the
street, his people, they go to him, crying in happiness as he helps return the
stolen items. He helps the guards bind the thieves in chain and escorts them
into the holding cells.
He leaves the village as the sun is starting to rise, going
back into the woods and heading straight for the cottage, his heart longing for
When he arrives back at the cottage, he finds Katara sitting
in the tub, the water cold as she leans back with her eyes closed.
“Are you alright?” Zuko asks as he walks cautiously into the
Katara opens her eyes, but she does not answer, instead she
moves her hand in the water and waves begin to pull back and forth as the water
starts to glow, she’s trying to heal herself.
“Who taught you to redirect lightning?” Zuko asks, kneeling
near the tub to look into Katara’s eyes.
“Iroh,” Katara says, keeping her focus on the water, “After
your Agni Kai with Azula, I was different. I was scared anytime I even felt a lightning
storm approach. I couldn’t sleep, I’d break out in a cold sweat just thinking
about lightning and what it did to you. Then Aang started learning how to bend
lightning and I couldn’t handle it. I saw Iroh in the earth kingdom before I broke
it off with Aang, he was helping Aang learn how to bend lightning. He immediately
saw my uneasiness around the subject and taught me how to redirect.”
Katara looks to Zuko and her eyes are shining with tears.
“I was so afraid of the lightning, not because of what it
could have done to me, but because of what it did to you,” Katara admits, “When I saw you take that bolt of lightning to
your chest for me, I almost lost it. You would have sacrificed yourself to save
me. When I couldn’t get to you, I thought I was going to lose you, I couldn’t
bear to think of you in that position again, so I learnt how to redirect.”
“And this was your first time?” Zuko asks, watching as
Katara turns her focus back on the water, she nods her head and Zuko sucks in a
deep breath, “It hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it?”
Katara laughs, the sound makes Zuko breathe a sigh of
relief, but in her eyes, he can see that she is still haunted, and her voice
sounds distant, like she’s still at the fight.
“Is he dead?” Katara asks, looking at Zuko again, “The lightning
“No,” Zuko says, “You struck his shoulder, he’ll be alright.”
Katara lets out a breath she was holding and then puts a
hand to her chest.
“I can still feel it,” Katara says, closing her eyes, “Like
it’s clinging to me.”
“It will pass,” Zuko assures, “It’s just the lingering
static in your blood.”
Katara looks to Zuko and she smiles, the water stops moving
and glowing as her reaches out to him and places her hand to his chest, right
over the scar beneath his clothes.
“Make me forget about the fight,” Katara says, Zuko’s eyes
light up as he nods his head.
He picks Katara up out of the tub and carries her to the bedroom
again, not caring that his clothes are becoming soaked with water. Zuko lays
Katara on the bed and then undresses.
“Zuko,” she breathes, her eyes light with their own fire as
she looks to Zuko’s body.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, kneeling in between her spread
“I want you,” Katara says, sitting up, she pushes herself onto
her knees and places a hand on Zuko’s chest, “I want you to fuck me, I want you
to make me scream, to make me forget about everything else but you and me.”
Zuko’s eyes light with the challenge, he pulls Katara
towards him and presses his lips to her mouth, groaning as she bites his bottom
“Fuck me,” she breathes again, her hand going to his erect
Zuko removes her hand and then pushes her down, he spreads
her legs and gives her no warning before sucking on her clit, his breath warm
as it sends tingles down her spine.
“Yes!” she moans, her fingers rake through his hair, she
removes his crown and lets his hair spill like ink over her stomach and thighs.
Zuko spreads Katara’s slick lips and then dives his tongue
into her, lapping at the wetness between her folds. Katara moans out loudly as
Zuko puts her legs over his shoulders, her heels dig into his back as her
thighs tense around his head.
“More,” she begs, her voice breathless and sultry, “Don’t
Zuko grinds his hips into the sheets as Katara’s moans make
him harder, his cock drips with pre-cum as his tongue delves deeper, his nose
blows warm steam onto Katara’s clit, sending her into a frenzy.
Katara’s hips grind up as her fingers curl in Zuko’s hair,
pushing him closer as he adds a finger.
“Yes!” she screams, her thighs start to tremble as she
builds up to her orgasm.
Zuko can feel Katara’s thighs trembling around his head, he
draws back, removing his tongue and finger from Katara’s soaking pussy.
“Don’t stop,” Katara begs, her hands going to her breasts to
pull at her nipples.
Zuko is mad with lust, he flips Katara over and lifts her
hips, he guides his cock into Katara’s entrance, he pushes into her easily and
fucks her hard, making her grip the sheets in ecstasy.
Zuko thrusts into her three times before pulling out of her
and making her groan impatiently.
“Zuko,” she starts, the sound of his name on her lips makes
him want to just pound right into her.
But Zuko shows restraint, he flips her over again and then
lifts her into his arms, he flips over onto his back and let’s Katara take
Katara instantly pushes herself down onto him, grinding down
on him hard as she works her way back up to an orgasm.
“Slowly,” Zuko commands, holding onto Katara’s hips to slow
her grind, “Slowly.”
Katara lets out a hot breath as she leans back and closes
The sight of her astride him is almost enough to make Zuko burst,
her hips grind in slow, circular movements, one hand is braced on his hip while
the other tugs at her nipple. Her wet hair sticks to her neck and back, her
face is a look of art, her mouth breathes out sweet sounds mixed with foul
Zuko’s cock twitches at the sight of her, as a response, Katara
seems to clamp around him, as if she’s afraid he will pull out again.
“I love you,” Zuko breathes, feeling her hips move under his
Katara looks to him and her cheeks redden, she leans down
and kisses Zuko’s lips. Zuko wraps his arms around Katara’s waist and then
thrusts upwards. Katara screams as Zuko pushes her down while he thrusts.
He feels Katara’s orgasm practically tear through her, her
toes curl and her thighs tremble as she pushes back against Zuko.
Zuko cums shortly after holding Katara down onto him as he
erupts inside of her.
“Fuck,” Katara breathes, laying down on Zuko’s chest,
keeping him inside of her as long as she can.
“Agreed,” he rasps, trying to catch his breath as his cock
Katara and Zuko lay in silence, the morning sun filters in
through the window and covers them in warm light.
Katara eventually lays next to Zuko, her legs tangled with
his as they face each other.
Katara and Zuko spend the rest of the day fucking, and sleeping. He has her against the wall, bent over the table, bound by her hands, and once in the tub, which ended up a failure, leaving them both laughing hysterically while being soaked in water.
As they lay together that night, Katara looks into Zuko’s eyes and whispers, “Run away with me.”