The TubFluffy stuff, no real pairing, just some good ol Zuko and Katara daily interaction
Set after the Southern Raiders
Katara sank down into the stone tub Toph had bent a little ways off from their campsite. She sat there for a minute in the empty tub before bending in some water from the nearby sea. All was quiet. She was grateful that the tub was just out of earshot of the camp.
Katara leaned against the edge of the tub. There was never a time she remembered being so tired or having such frayed nerves. Trying to organize everything, trying to keep everyone calm, and together, it was really taking a toll on her. Surprisingly, things had gotten easier since Zukos arrival, and he proved to be a great teacher for Aang, but everyone was extra anxious as the day of Souzins Comet drew closer and closer. She laid her head against the side of the tub and sank into it a bit more.
A breeze started to pick up an
Unvieling- A Zutara FanficSet after Zuko helps Katara find closure with her mothers death. Standard disclaimers.
Katara faced the window as she mixed the paint. She assessed her appearance in the reflection, noticing that she looked more tired than usual. With a heavy sigh, she began painting her face in the same familiar pattern. That of the Painted Lady.
Although they had long left the small fishing village, the legend of the Painted Lady reached far and wide, and Katara found she was able to continue her nightly healing sessions under her favorite guise. Giving herself a quick once over in windows reflection, she turned and donned her hat and veil. She was ready.
Katara moved as if she were a shadow. She was stealth. Sticking to the sides of buildings and crouching behind boxes, she smoothly made her way to her new destination. The sick house was conveniently located for her purposes, away from the more crowded areas of the small city, and more importantly, far away from the vivacious night
Luandry Girl-A Twilight FanficAn AU fancition. Edward is human. Standard diclaimers.
Enter: Edward Cullen. A moody 22 year old Biology major.
One rainy Tuesday, Edward had a great and pressing need to visit the laundromat. The large pile of clothes each article several times worn was something he could no longer ignore. Not only did it consume half the floor space in his small, yet cozy apartment, but Edward was also in dire need of a clean pair of clothes. He donned his last semi-presentable white t-shirt and ventured out into the torrential downpour.
His small and somewhat dysfunctional umbrella could only be convinced to open half way and left Edward with his clothes and unusual copper hair soggy and drippy by the time he reached the laundromat, his bag on laundry thrown haphazardly over his shoulder. Indeed, his expression was grim as he marched over to an inviting looking washing machine, his shoes squeaking all the way.
About 3 loads in, Edward realized he was out of change.
Enter: Bella Swan. A