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jeonwrit · 4 years

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Cuddle Bug | zutara | uni!au

prompt: hi his little one-shot is based off of @meowlerex ‘s modern!zutara drawing :’)

pairing: zuko x katara (atla)

genre: fluff, college / uni! au

overview: Zuko asks Katara for a little help about a class while they’re studying

warnings: none, just fluff :’)

a note from the author: this is a fan fiction one-shot based off the series “Avatar: The Last Airbender” directed by Michael Dante DiMartino, and written by Michael Dante DiMartino, Bryan Konietko, Aaron Ehasz, and John O’Bryan. All elements, themes, original context, characters, and ideas belong to the creators and writers of the series. This is just a fan fiction one-shot based off of it! :D also I am writing a full college!zuko series that will hopefully be coming, along with the continuation of the swan lake!shawn fic and a apocalypse au!shawn fic as well.

“You know anything about…” Zuko frowned, narrowing his gaze upon a term he was researching in his sociology class but vaguely forgot about. “This?”

He pointed to the page in his lengthy 400 page textbook and nudged Katara with his foot. The young woman was laying on her stomach, face slightly falling off the end of Zuko’s grey bed while her dark coco curls fell over her face in a sheet. She could feel his white, sock-clad feet nudging her, and she pushed up on her elbows, looking over her shoulder to see the young man holding up the book, his finger pointing on the page.

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A Soft Epilogue

Or how Zuko and Karata should have finally gotten together (season finale, post lightening strike au)

The second the lightning hit him, Katara felt the other shoe drop.

When Zuko regained consciousness to the sight of blue eyes, every wall he’d ever put up crumbled.

Then, Azula, shrieking somewhere in the distance. Him, in her arms, unable to decipher if the “you’re alright’s” were questions or encouragements. The stench of smoke and something burning finally starting to dissipate as rain began to fall.

He never thought homecoming would be like this.

Although, to be fair, the last time he had thought about homecoming had been a lifetime ago.

Katara shoulders through the palace’s servants entrance as she supports him on her other side. It’s eerily quiet with only the sound of the water thudding on the flat roof above.

“A bedroom.” He hears the waterbender pant. “Where’s a bedroom?”

Once they’ve limped their way to an obscure guest room, he all but collapses on the bed, a harsh sigh escaping through tight lips as he instinctively curls slightly inward. He can feel she’s closed the wound where he was struck, but his chest still burns and he has the general feeling someone’s tossed him off a cliff.

This shift, this new reality, the one that just seemed to snap into place and how were we even functioning before this just makes so much sense -

It becomes super apparent as Katara carefully eases the tattered shirt over his head, gingerly slides the rain-soaked pants down his legs, and dresses him in dry, warm clothes in a comfortable silence.

“I’m worried you’re going to get sick.” She confesses in low tones, stripping back the bed covers. “The big stuff’s healed, but you’ve still got some recovering to do and your immune system is shot right now.”

“Shot?” The corners of his mouth pull up. “Too soon, Katara.”

She flashes him a small smile, ushering him into the bed. “Maybe.”

He feels her eyes on him as he settles in, lets his eyes close and lean into her touch as she winds her fingers through his hair. He’s asleep within minutes.

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By the second nightfall, a carrier pigeon all but smashes into the front door, delivering news that Aang was victorious and they would all be coming to the palace in the next few days. Outside, Azulia had stopped shrieking and had either killed herself or passed out - Katara wasn’t about to go out and check which.

As the sun dipped bellow the horizon, the water bender made her way back into Zuko’s room. As the door opened, she winced at the warmth radiating throughout the chamber.

Fuck, the firebender has got a fever, all right.

Zuko starts at the sound of the door opening and pushes himself up on his elbows.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself.” She walks a little too fast to his bed like there’s a magnetic force pulling them together. She can’t believe it took a literal lightning strike for her to finally be this honest with herself. She can’t believe they pretended for so long.

Zuko’s face is flushed with fever and he rests the side of his head against her stomach when she makes it to his bedside. Her hands instantly find his back and she drags the tips of her fingers over the ridged muscle. Just as she decides she could stay like that forever, the firebender lurches away and coughs, a harsh congested sound that makes her wince.

“Would it help if I told you I’m really fine?” He rasps afterward, somehow finding the energy to raise his eyebrows tauntingly at her.

“You mean would lying to me help?” She stacks two pillows behind him and pushes his shoulders down into a slightly upright position to help with his breathing. “No, for some reason I don’t think so.” That elicits a weak chuckle that quickly evolves into another cough.

“Fine.” He murmurs as the coughs finally subside and he lets his eyes close. “Then in the name of honesty I’m going to need a couple days before someone tries to kill you with lightning again.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Just like…” He clears his throat. “Wait until Tuesday. I’ll take another zap on Tuesday.”

Despite the lighthearted words, Zuko’s face is screwed up in pain. Katara clocks how shallow his breaths are and the glisten of sweat on his brow. She decides she dosen’t like the joke anymore and drops the sarcasm.

“As long as you come back to me.”

His eyes flicker open at that, catching and holding her gaze with an intensity that makes her chest feel like it’s on fire.

“Of course.” He croaks. “Always.”

And then his lips are on hers and it’s soft, careful. She’s gently carding her fingers through his hair and feels the weight of his hands on her hips and it’s not fireworks so much as the feeling of finally finally coming home. They break apart and she holds his gaze for a second longer, soothing back his hair and placing her hand on his forehead.

“Get some rest, I want your fever to break.”

“Alright.” He sits up off the pillows, pulling her on top of him before relaxing back down. “Then come here

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The lady really thought that they would joke along with her but John Cena replied with a proper explaination of why he loves BTS 👏🏽👏🏽💜💜

#bts #my favs #john cena

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have! mercy! on! my! soul!

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jungkook and his pucca hairstyle 🥺

#hes fucking lovely #jeongguk #queue: this is never that

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bts + 2019’s music videos

#queue: this is never that #bts

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200109 BigHit Entertainment’s Tweet

#BTS #방탄소년단 MAP OF THE SOUL : 7 COMEBACK MAP

#MAP_OF_THE_SOUL_7

#im so readyyyyy #am i dreaming #bts

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“Jimins dad is his Jimin”

I’ve seen a lot of posts wherein if a person does the bare minimum for Jimin y’all shout out, “xyz is Jimins jimin”. Nah mate, no body will ever quite do enough for him as he has and continues to do for everyone else and those are just the facts.

The ONLY, O N L Y, person who this can be said about is his father; Jimins father who in a highly conservative society like Korea, let his Male kid learn ballet and get a whole degree in Morden dancing, something even non conservative societies would frown upon. Jimins father who wanted him to be a lawyer but happily accepted his sons interests and drove him to his auditions instead. Jimins father who no matter which country Jimin is in, never fails to send his kid a bouquet on his birthday till date. Jimins father who calls Jimin after concerts and asks him if he has eaten enough and shouts out “I love you” and “fighting” before ending the call. Jimins father who in a society like Korea is open minded enough to have Jimin try make up on his dad. Jimins father who used to take Jimin for hiking on weekends after working his job all week just cause Minnie wanted to see the mountains. Jimins dad who proudly goes to Jimins old school to donate money for the Morden dance department. Jimins father who as said by Jimins neighbors is “a man of value and irrevocable kindness.”

Jimins father who raised Jimin to be a man of values. A loving, caring sweetheart who has never done anyone any wrong. A boy who at the heights of success bows ever so politely to rookie groups. A boy who literally had the shortest training period in kpop and by his sheer dedication and hard work became the standard for other idols. A boy who has never said shit about anyone or gotten in any scandals from his own doing, the ONE time the media framed him it was cause of a gifted T-shirt lmao. Papa parks Son is literally the #1 idol for a year now and has no real scandals whatsoever tainting his image; a drama free sophisticated legend who focused on his work while paying dust to everything else. A boy who gets hated on daily for no fucking reasons but has never been anything but respectful and kind. Jimin who donates a huge amount of money every year to his hometown. Jimin who literally questioned the very existence of masculinity; in his words “what the heck is men”. This is who papa Park raised and God knows he did a fabulous job. They say kids are the reflection of their parents, well damn, papa Park must be a wholeass angel then to have raised Park Jimin.

So, in conclusion, Jimins father is Jimins Jimin, for anyone else to even come close is a long ways to go. Stan Papa Park, a whole legend.💞