Just what it says. Fics from shows-mostly Avatar: the last Airbender, and mostly Zutara.
Day One: Calor by Orlissa, literature
Literature
Day One: Calor
Day One: Calor
“Katara,” Sokka starts, all serious, or rather mock-serious, standing in the doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the frame. “The Fire Nation is hot.”
She almost laughs out loud – at his tone, at the hidden double meaning of his words, although she’s sure he hasn’t realized the ambiguity. She looks up from the dress she’s in the middle of folding.
“I am aware of this fact. I’ve been there before. With you, if I might add.” It’s hard not to let the corners of her mouth tilt upwards.
“I know – I’m just trying to refresh your memory
"Tom! Tom!"
Sybil Branson hung up her coat in the hallway before going off to hunt more thoroughly for her husband.
"I'm in here m'darling" came a faint reply from upstairs and Sybil smiled and ran up the steps two at a time, just as she used to as a child.
He was leaning against the doorway of what he rather impressively (if inaccurately) called his study and watching her with surprise, humour twinkling in his blue-green eyes.
"And what, may I ask, is the big occasion?"
She nearly told him right then, but she didn't want the news just blurted out, it wouldn't be right, so she simply raised her eyebrows slightly and said:
"Do I need an
Gotta clean, gotta clean, gotta clean. Hosting her first party, it was imperative that Katara get the entire house clean and spotless. Yes, she knew it would only last for like an hour or so; the sober hour to be specific, but she still wanted to make an impression.
She was hoping for a kiss from a certain golden eyed man at midnight, and if that were to happen she had to make sure everything was perfect. Absolutely everything.
"Kat. I'm coming in!" Suki burst through her front door.
"Yeah, sure. Go ahead let yourself in, Su." Katara grumbled under her breath at her best friend's behavior.
"Don't I always?" Suki threw her jacket over the
He pushed her up against the wall, blocking her way of escape, "No, you have to listen to me, Katara."
She sneered, still trying to get away, "You know for someone asking for forgiveness, you're not doing so hot right now!"
She continued to struggle, but Zuko held her against the door. "You wouldn't listen to me any other way, dammit. Now, if you don't stop an listen to me, I will tie you up."
Katara gasped softly and suddenly stopped moving as a delicious shiver zipped up her spine at the prospect of Zuko doing such a thing to her. "Fine. I'm listening."
Relaxing a minuscule, he took a deep breath, "I'm sorry for what my people did to y
"No, they're similar, but not the same. Don't you see the differences?" Katara held up two pieces of what seemed to Zuko, white paint cards. But apparently, one was cream and the other eggshell.
"No, Kat, I don't see the differences. It looks the same!"
She rolled her eyes, "Never mind, it doesn't matter. I'll pick, don't worry about it."
He sighed, knowing he was in trouble now, "No, babe, let me see. I wanna help."
A grin ate up her face, and she held the samples up again. "Okay so we can paint the room this," she emphasized the eggshell color, "for a more homey feel. Or this," she lifted the cream color, "for a more elegant feeling. Wh
"I'm tired of following traditions, Sokka. I don't want to get married. I'm only fourteen for Tui's sake!" Katara threw her hands up in frustration, pacing the snow covered ground.
Sokka scoffed and rolled his blue eyes, "C'mon, Katay, it's not that bad-"
Katara whirled on her brother, her lips hardened in an angry line, "Then you get married to the Fire Nation prince!" Se kicked her foot, makin contact with the leg of the chair next to her.
She cursed silently as pain shot up her leg and Sokka attempted and failed to hold back a chortle. "K, it won't be that bad. You don't have to like him, converse with him, or even be around him. You ju
Snow
He hated it. Absolutely hated it. It was disgusting. More so than water itself. Zuko sneered and looked away from the window in disgust. He sat back at his desk and continued his work.
He concentrated on the papers in front of him as he tried to ignore the snow that dropped from the dark sky. Picking up his pen, he began to sign the documents when he heard a giggle outside the window behind his desk.
Swiveling around, he pulled the curtains back to peer through the glass and saw a brown haired woman dancing around in the vile white stuff. What an idiot. Didn't she know she would catch a cold if she continued with this childish behavio
"I see you've learned some new tricks," he snarled at her in defiance.
"I see you've gotten dumber," she shot back. "I'd have thought you'd learned not to attack me at night since the last time."
Zuko knew he should probably shut up, that this was not the time to engage in sarcastic banter with his opponent.
Especially when said opponent had him pinioned to the ground, thick manacles of ice encasing his wrists and ankles, her own weight pinning his torso, her muscular thighs digging into his sides.
There was also the small, insignificant matter of the sharp and pointy ice-shard dagger the peasant had at his thro
Separate
Katara watched as the rest of her friends gathered around the campfire and told stories of past adventures. She was upset with them because of how quickly they accepted Zuko and forgave his sins.
After all the hell he had put them through they just accepted him like... Like he was part of their damn family! That bastard had no right to be apart of this. Apart of them!
She stomped her foot and turned away from them, walking to her room when someone grabbed her hand and turned her around. She gasped softly as a pair of thin lips pressed hard to yours.
Strong hands scaled her back, pulling her close to a wall of a chest. For a split
"Katara, you can't go!" he begged. Katara's eyes watered.
"I have to. Zuko, as much as I love you. I know for a fact I'm not wanted here."
"You are wanted here. I want you here, in my arms." Katara sniffled letting tears fall on her face. She couldn't leave him, she didn't want to leave him, but everyone else wanted her gone. Her safety was threatened one too many times. Although she knew that Zuko was doing everything he could to stop it, she knew it wouldn't be enough. She had to leave. For him. Looking at the heart broken fire-lord, she took off her necklace she was given. She slowly walked to him and kissed his hand placing the red enga