#zkvday

[arctik-fox]

[azulasminion]

ZUTARA VALENTINE’S DAY WEEKEND EVENT FED 14 - FEB 17 2025

Day one

First Date

Slow Dance

Valentine's day gift exchange

First kiss

Day two

Longing

Declarations of love

Canon Divergence

LOVE IS BRIGHTEST IN THE DARK

Day three

Secret Admirer

Enemies take road trip together to get home to their dates, but fall for each other

Fire Lily

Taking care of the other one who's sick

Free Day

WRITTEN IN THE STARS

Blue Spirit x Painted Lady

Blind Date mixup

Foriography (messaging each other through flowers)

Stargazing

Steambabies

[lady-iskra]

My ZK fic passage for Valentine's Day (dream sequence)

(Thanks to skywalkerbc for making your amazing art freely available as a GIF)

Bent on Blood (9957 words) by LadyIskra Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Katara was wrapped in a dress sewn from moonlight and shimmering stars, the top half of her dark locks styled in an updo while the bottom half fell across her bare back.

Her whole environment was dipped in the red moon’s light—just as it had been right after Zhao killed the moon spirit—and the pond Katara was led to looked just like the one of the Spirit Oasis in Agna Qel’a… Someone waited beyond it in front of the spirit gate—a blurry silhouette staring in her direction.

With slow, even steps Katara reached the pond, stepping deeper and deeper inside and stopping in the center, where the water enclosed her up to the hips.

“Well, look who’s here…,” the silhouette buzzed slowly.

Katara knew this voice, rough from age. Never would she forget it. “Hama,” she whispered at the same moment as the silhouette turned into a clear shape, strands of white hair hung over the face marked by wrinkles.

Hama let out a loud and short laugh, the sound running through Katara’s bones.

“So, you made use of what I’ve taught you—and yet you learned nothing. Too bad… you had the potential to become a true master.”

Before Katara could retort she felt the water thicken, and the red of the moon mixed with the deeper red of the blood pond she was now standing in.

Hama rose in the air, throwing her arms wide open while they were surrounded by screams of agony and the cracking of a hundred bones. Mutilated bodies suddenly spread over the whole oasis.

Katara repressed the panic building up in her, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and aimed her hands at Hama with thick blood dripping from her fingertips.

The screaming stopped as suddenly as it had come, and the pond’s consistency thinned again. As Katara opened her eyes she noticed that the red moon was also gone, along with Hama and the corpses. She stood in clear spirit water on a lush island, the koi embodiments of Tui and La circled each other around her. The oasis was a peaceful place again.

As she turned to leave the pond, a hand reached out to her. Katara looked up, and her gaze met the piercing gold of Zuko’s, thin strands of loose hair hanging in his face. She let him lead her out of the pond, her cold palm pressed against his pleasantly warm one.

Zuko wore an open pitch-black silk robe stitched with golden sun patterns along the hems. His light-beige skin was interrupted by the star-shaped scar in the center of his bare, muscular chest. The one he received by saving Katara’s life, ready to sacrifice his own when he jumped in front of Azula’s lightning bolt without hesitation.

Katara drew closer to him, her hand, which she laid on the shiny smooth spot now barely fitting in between them. She shivered, a tingling sensation running through her body, as Zuko’s rough fingers traced down her spine, and their eyes fixed on each other. The tip of her nose touched his chin when Zuko sank his head while Katara lifted hers—and then their lips finally met. Katara let out a muffled moan as Zuko pressed her body against his, her fingers buried in his hair.

And so the moon and the sun, circling one another from afar in a millennia-long dance, finally found each other where the spirit- and the mortal worlds collided.

Summary: Was it bloodbending that killed the guards when Azula fled from the Fire Nation with a waterbender? As Aang and the others set out to find the princess, Katara offers to help Fire Lord Zuko with the investigation. The extinguished friendship between Katara and Zuko rekindles—and with it deeper, long-repressed feelings resurface. Feelings that Katara won’t allow herself to give in to while she’s still trying to save her relationship with the Avatar in which she has lost herself. Preventing Azula from rallying her followers is more important now anyway—before war threatens to break out again.

Chapter 5 and 6 coming soon

[arctik-fox]

Deserted

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