Zutara Week 2009 - FirefliesKatara and Suki lay in the middle of a large grass field looking up at the stars. The moon shone down on them brightly, full and glowing.
Suki sighed happily.
You love Sokka don't you?
Suki paused. I suppose I do. she answered dreamily.
There was a considerable silence.
Well, what does love feel like? Katara asked.
Suki laughed. Well, it's actually really nerve wracking. Especially with Sokka. I'm never quite sure exactly what he's going to do. But I always feel nervous and excited when he's around, or when I'm thinking about him. Like there's butterflies in my stomach.
It's hard to think of Sokka with someone as mature as you, Suki. Katara joked.
Nah, you have to give him some more credit. Sokka can be very mature...well, when he has to be. And it seems like everyone has to be with the battle coming up
Forgetting the salesman's sonZuko threw a wicked grin at her over his shoulder as he walked away with a striking young woman clinging to his arm. Katara melted a little inside. Never mind that she was terribly close to tears, when Zuko was feeling confident, nothing could charm a woman like his smile. Slightly smug and mocking, but still genuine and self assured. The only thing that ruined the effect was that she was only receiving such a smile for helping him pick up the aforementioned woman -though even Katara had to admit the girl was attractive- in the village they were passing through.
The gaang had decided to go into town for the night and quickly found a small bar where the older group members could get some sake and the younger members could enjoy the lively music. As was custom, Zuko picked his target for the night and then enlisted Katara's help in winning her attention. It was ironic really, and quite embarrassing for Katara but Zuko threatened to tell Sokka about the time he had woken to her moaning qu
Zutara Week 2009 - JealousyZuko threw up his hands in exasperation and paced around their kitchen. I am not jealous!
Katara continued chopping vegetables. Then stop looking at me like that Zuko. You can't keep me from going to that dance class.
I know Katara, but still! Can't you wear more clothes?
Katara viciously chopped at the green bell pepper on the cutting board and gave Zuko a glare. What's wrong with what I wear?
Zuko gulped. Well, there's nothing wrong with it really, I just wish you wouldn't wear it outside the house. Especially not while that guy is around. I mean, have you seen the looks Jet gives you? It's like a hungry ho-bo looking at a steak. The guy is a creep. Admit it.
Katara set the knife down and frowned. You have a point, he is really creepy. But he's the best instructor around. She picked up the vegetables and and turned around to put them in the pan.
Zutara Week 2009 - BloodThere was so much of it. Katara didn't know if it was his, hers, or someone else's entirely. She suspected all three.
Blood. All over the place. She could barely think. All she knew was that she had to heal him, she had to do her best.
Behind her, Azula struggled against her chains, cursing loudly. Katara made herself take a deep breath. Water. She needed water.
Without being conscious of doing so, she made the movements to summon water out of the air. Zuko didn't appear to be breathing. Katara took another deep breath.
The glow of her water reflected off her face as she bent over Zuko, silently praying to anyone that would answer her. Her arms were heavy and it was all she could do not to burst into tears. But Zuko needed her. She had to stay calm.
And suddenly Zuko was breathing, but he was also screaming and twitching and it was all she coul
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