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The soft thump of a book sliding into place on the bookshelf was the only sound in the quiet office above the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and while there were a plethora of charms that could ease the burden of unpacking all of his boxes, Kakashi didn’t mind a bit of manual labor. Doing something as mundane as organizing his vast collection of books—both academic and personal selections—took his mind off of how utterly bizarre it was to be back here.

Never in a million years did he ever think he’d be back in this classroom, in this castle. Not that he hated his time at Hogwarts. Quite the opposite, actually.

He’d excelled at most subjects with the exception of Ancient Runes but while he hadn’t necessarily tried to surpass the standards, he hadn’t done bad by any means. What was the point when he knew, from the moment he received his letter on his eleventh birthday, exactly what he would be working toward. Everything, friends, girls, having fun, fell by the wayside while he had poured himself into his studies and by the time he was seventeen, graduating a year early, it had paid off.

The youngest Hogwarts graduate to be made an auror; a title that he’d humbly accepted and gladly passed on when the eldest Uchiha brother had accomplished becoming the youngest auror at sixteen.

Of course, by the time he had passed the title on, he’d changed quite a lot. Watching cherished friends and loved ones die often did that to even the most strongest willed people.

Teaching wasn’t a profession Kakashi ever considered for himself and if he’d been told at seventeen years old that not only had he seriously considered the offer given to him by Headmistress Senju last month but that he’d accept, he might have laughed at the thought. He certainly wouldn’t have entertained the idea for longer than a few seconds. But, if he was being honest with himself, he wanted the change.

Needed it, even.

He loved his job, loved who it had molded him into, yet he couldn’t deny that he felt…older than he actually was. Were thirty-two-year-olds supposed to have such a bad back? Being blasted with a Knockback Jinx several dozen times in the past few years hadn’t done him any favors.

As he managed to wedge the last book onto the shelf, barely making it fit into the cramped space, Kakashi stood to his full height and only winced once from the pop of the bones in his lower back. He considered it a victory and turned to toss the empty box out of the open door where a small pile had been made at the bottom of the stairs.

The sight of a familiar figure sweeping into the classroom, their cream colored cloak swirling behind them, pulled a small smile to his lips hidden behind the strip of fabric covering his face and he tossed the box in the air. As it arced over the rail, he pointed his wand at the corner and guided it down to the pile where it set down gently and didn’t tumble over the floor like the others.

Tsunade crossed her arms over her chest, pressing the stylish grey suit across her ample chest, and tipped her chin to look up at him as she reached the bottom of the curved staircase. “Well, well, well,” she said, the faint trace of a smile playing at her lips. “Hatake Kakashi returns to Hogwarts.”

“So it would seem,” he held a hand out and shrugged, stepped back as she began to climb. “To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from the headmistress? Coming to sack me already?”

The smile on her face twisted into a playful scowl as she passed him and she lightly smacked the back of her hand into his chest. “And lose the only qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this castle has had in twenty years? Don’t be a fool.”

“You flatter me. Professor Hiruzen was a decent professor.”

Kakashi watched the corner of her cloak swirl through the motes of dust hovering in the warm beam of sunlight streaming through the window, scattering them as she dropped into the chair before his desk. “Maybe in his prime,” she sighed. “But by the time you were in his class, he’d gone…a bit soft.”

“Didn’t seem like it from the front row of his class. I think I still have a few scars from that last lesson.” Lifting a hand, he rubbed the back of his neck where he could feel a slight ridge cutting through the hair just behind his left ear. A stray Protego had hit him in the chest down in the classroom nearly fourteen years ago, sending him flying back into the corner of the desk. He’d been back on his feet, firing off his own Stupefy into a surprised Obito who hadn’t been expecting his own spell to hit, let alone Kakashi’s counter move.

Needless to say, he’d been stunned, nearly knocked unconscious by the blast of the spell in his face, and Kakashi had been smug about it.

The memory swells in his mind and for a moment, just a brief two beats of his heart, he almost smiles at the thought of it. For a moment, he could almost believe he was back there again, seventeen years old and facing down the insufferable twat who would become his best friend…but the moment soured, twisted into pain and regret, as soon as another took its place.

Obito’s face staring up from the cold dirt…eyes blank and lifeless.

“How are you settling in?” Tsunade’s voice cut through his momentary misery but thankfully by now, Kakashi was a master at pushing it back under the surface. He crossed the room and took a seat in the only other chair. The rickety, wooden piece was probably as old as the castle and as he sat down and leaned back, the hinges beneath him creaked in protest. He ignored it and crossed his arms over his chest, glancing around at the array of books and boxes spread around him.

“I doubt I’ll be finished unpacking before classes start tomorrow.” A terrifying realization, one that sent a jolt of anxiety through his chest. Tomorrow…Tomorrow, he would no longer be Hatake Kakashi, second youngest Hogwarts graduate to become an auror. He would be Professor Hatake. The anxiety twisting through his chest dropped to his stomach and turned to stone. “Hopefully, I can finish before January.”

The Headmisstress nodded and crossed one leg over the other as she reached into the front panel of her suit. Kakashi watched as she plucked out a silver flask from within and almost scoffed. Of course she had charmed pockets in her clothing to store away her precious liquor.

“It doesn’t give me much confidence for the year if we’re already drinking,” he laughed, though the scowl on her face that wasn’t quite as playful as the one earlier, almost shut him up entirely. With a flick of her wand, several items packed away in a box in the corner of the office clinked together before the flaps burst open. A pair of coffee mugs that he had almost forgotten he’d packed zipped over to the desk and set themselves down in front of her and Kakashi watched as she tipped the flask and poured an equal share of its contents into them.

“Sometimes,” Tsunade started quietly, gripping one cup around the rim before she slid it toward him. “Drinking is the only thing that gets me through the day. But don’t let that deter you.”

A bit too late for that, Kakashi mused to himself as he lifted the cup. He didn’t even have to pull his mask down for the fumes to burn his nostrils. Firewhisky, and at one in the afternoon too. He definitely wouldn’t be finished packing at this rate. Pulling the mask below his chin, he took a sip and winced. Thankfully, the sting of it hadn’t made him gag, but he was close.

Tsunade, however, sipped it like it was water before setting the cup down and lifting her amber gaze to him. “Has there been any news?”

She didn’t elaborate, but didn’t need to. Kakashi was well aware of her concerns, as it was the concern of the entire Ministry at the moment. He shook his head and lowered his own cup to the arm of his chair, keeping his fingers gripped around it. “Not since May. We lost sight of them outside a small, muggle fishing village like they’d vanished into thin air. Didn’t leave so much as a hair behind.”

For a moment, she was quiet and he could see her cycling through every bit of information he’d given her when they spoke last week. Which wasn’t much, unfortunately. “I suppose no news is good news.”

“Not when it comes to dark wizards. It usually means they’re lying low and plotting something particularly nasty.”

“Which is why I’m glad that you’re here.” She emphasized her words by pressing a finger tipped with a manicured, red nail, onto the arm of her chair. “Not just because I trust you’ll turn these students into what the Ministry needs them to be, but in case that something nasty happens close to Hogwarts.”

Kakashi didn’t respond, letting her words sink in. He appreciated her confidence in his abilities to not only protect the students of Hogwarts but to mold them into future aurors. She trusted him, and wasn’t the first authority figure in his life to do so, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why he felt more…sentimental when it was coming from the Headmistress. Perhaps it was because she was one of the most powerful witches he’d ever known about putting her trust in him. Then again, it could very well be the nostalgia that these old walls invoked in him after only a day of being within them once more.

Either way, he cleared his throat and lifted the cup back to his lips. He took a sip—albeit, a small one—and nodded. “Yes, well, I’ll try not to scare too many students away.”

“That’s a reason to toast if I’ve ever heard one.” She scooped her cup up from the edge of the table and raised it into the air, bowing her head for a moment before she brought the cup closer to her lips. “To an interesting new year.”

Kakashi mimicked her, lifting his mug up a bit before bringing it to his lips. Just as the ceramic brushed across his mouth, he mumbled into the cup. “Hopefully, not too interesting.”

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Salty Kisses - A Klance Beach AU - Chp 5 UPDATE 2.0

GUYS WE ARE SO FUCKING SORRY OMG So long story short, Liv (@thetolkiengeek) and I did a lot of story development and wound up completely rewriting chapter 5??? hahahaha it’s fine we’re fine it’ll all be fine 🙃

ANYWAYS. Because we’re making you wait so long, we’ve decided to share another snippet! Hopefully we’ll have chp 5 in all it’s beachey, angsty glory to you soon but, until then, here’s just a taste to hold you over.

Thank you for being patient ^_^ we’re working hard to get you the content you all deserve! As always, feel free to hit us up with questions or comments over on Ao3. We love hearing from you <333

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Keith wasn’t exactly sure why he had his hands full of used plastic cups and paper plates, but he suspected it had something to do the long-limbed boy wiping down a folding table in front of him. Which was odd, considering the fact that said boy had essentially just turned him down not fifteen minutes ago.

What made matters worse was that Keith hadn’t even been the one to make a move.

I really want to kiss you right now.

God, why had Lance said that? And why did it still make Keith’s heart race to think about it?

Keith shoved the trash he held into a plastic bag and peeked over to where Lance was now disassembling the clean table into a flat rectangle.

Part of him wanted to regret the whole thing--regret opening up about his past, regret becoming attached to the people in this sleepy little tourist town, regret ever agreeing to come down and see his brother in the first place.

And yet…

And yet, for the first time in a good long while, Keith could feel the sparks of potential creeping into his life again. The chance to really know someone and be known in return.

In that moment by the water, when he’d had his feet buried in the wet sand, talking about that little yellow camera with the faded sharpie still clinging to the bottom, something had shifted beneath Keith. He hadn’t expected Lance to say anything in response, hadn’t expected the relief of reciprocation, had only wanted to let Lance know that he understood what it felt like to hold the past tightly around your heart like a levy against a storm. But then Lance had offered something of himself in return, had given Keith a glimpse of an iceberg that had been hiding just beneath the surface.

I really want to kiss you right now.

Had Lance said that yesterday, hell, even just three hours ago, things might have turned out very differently. They would have still occupied the realm of attracted strangers, an easily escapable construct of vague familiarity and brevity, quickly started and quickly left behind. As it was, Keith was suddenly struck by how little he actually knew Lance. Had he actually meant those words? Or were they another drink-inspired slip-of-the-tongue? Did Lance feel the same magnetic pull towards Keith that he felt towards Lance? Who was this boy really?

Keith grunted and dug into the sand a little harder than necessary, spraying it across the dying embers of the fire.

“What’re you still doing here?” Lance asked from behind him, clearly surprised to find that Keith hadn’t left with the others.

“Helping.” Keith swept another hand-full of dirt across the remnants of the fire.

“Why?”

“Because that’s what friends do, isn’t it?” He tried not to notice the sting of the word friends as it left his lips.

Keith could hear Lance’s feet shuffling in the sand as he replied. “Right. Friends. Thanks, man.”

Repressing a sigh, Keith turned from the doused fire and set about helping Lance clean up the rest of the party, adamantly refusing to allow himself to think about Lance’s oddly stilted answer.

They worked efficiently, packing away blankets and leftovers into boxes before hauling it all into their arms and out to the parking lot. With everything locked away into Hunk’s van, the two returned to the beach to begin the trek back to Altea and Shiro’s villa.

The beach was good and truly dark without the bright glow of the fire, and Keith would readily admit that he was completely turned around. A warm hand touched briefly at Keith’s elbow, startling him.

Lance pulled his hand back quickly. “Sorry,” he murmured, as if the new darkness demanded quiet. He pointed into the inky night, and started walking. “It’s this way.”

Keith followed after him, keeping just a step shy of Lance’s longer stride, feet trudging through the powder-fine sand. They walked in silence, which suited Keith just fine as his mind was still awash in a hectic frenzy of thoughts. He kept getting caught on the shape of Lance’s lips, how they teased and pulled at dimples and smile lines whenever he spoke. On the way his bronze skin glowed in the bright moonlight, and how his eyes mirrored the dark blue of the ocean.

Yet, with all these thoughts, there was the reminder that no matter how much Keith wanted to find out if Lance’s lips tasted like tequila, or if his hair was as soft as it looked, Lance had made his boundaries clear.

Friends.

“Hey!”

Keith’s head snapped up, eyes picking out traces of Lance’s annoyed face in the darkness.

“Easy on the stomping over there, Bigfoot. You’re getting sand all over my legs.”

“Oh, sorry,” Keith muttered, trying to make his steps just a little lighter.

Even just a couple of hours ago, Keith probably would have pushed back a little bit, maybe made a joke about how flattering it was to be compared to Bigfoot, or even stomping just a little bit harder. He still wanted to do those things, felt compelled to push back against Lance’s teasing, but the word friends floated around and clouded his thoughts.

What did being friends with Lance even mean? Keith hadn’t really considered it before, which probably should have tipped him off even more to the fact that he didn’t really know Lance much at all.

But that moment by the water, where they had decided to open up to each other, that changed everything. Suddenly, Keith wanted more than a simple flirtation, more than a pretty face and a bright smile. He wanted to know more about the Lance hidden beneath the layers of masks he wore. Keith wanted to know how the quiet boy by the water, the boisterous teammate, the caring friend, the flirtatious resort worker, and the man who still cried about his dad all fit together.

Keith had never been one for puzzles, never had the patience required to finish them, but surprisingly he found that he was willing to spend the time necessary to piece Lance together.

“Keith?”

Lance’s soft voice cut through the haze of thoughts and rolling waves. Keith looked up to see that Lance had stopped just before him, the much closer lights of Altea lighting the tips of his hair like a halo.

He worried at his lip, the rosy skin caught between his teeth, and Keith couldn’t tear his eyes away.

I really want to kiss you right now.

The thought came unbidden to his mind again, betraying just how badly Keith had wanted that to happen.

Lance dug a toe into the sand, a sheepish look on his face. “Look, I, uh--I guess I want to apologize?”

Keith felt like he had been doused in cold water. Was he trying to take back what he had said? “Apologize?”

“Well, I feel like I sort of dumped all this stuff on you before, and I didn’t mean to burden you with all my weird baggage, and--”

Keith placed a hand on his hip. “Lance, I literally told you about my tragically deceased parents and a decades old disposable camera. It’s fine.”

“Yeah, but still… Sorry.”

“We’ve been through this,” Keith huffed, though honestly he was feeling more relieved than annoyed. He’d been so hung up on the almost-kiss that he had nearly forgotten how vulnerable Lance must have felt. “How many times are you going to feel guilty over things you shouldn’t?”

Lance held Keith’s gaze, a small, true smile ghosting across his face. “Thanks, Keith. So, we’re good then?”

Keith tilted his head. “Were we ever not?”

“You gonna keep answering my questions with questions, Kogane?”

“You gonna stop asking stupid questions, Sanchez?”

They both paused a moment, staring each other down with deadly serious expressions. But then Lance’s mouth quirked and Keith couldn’t help it when his did the same, and both boys let out soft peels of laughter. Keith’s chest grew lighter with the sound, a little more weight washing away with every laugh, and he thought that maybe this is what friends could feel like with Lance. This easy way of playful antagonism, their comfortable silences, and the warmth Keith felt whenever Lance was near. Maybe this would be enough.

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Not Your Average Zutara Fic Rec

So I’ve gone through a LOT of Zutara fanfiction, probably too much if I’m being honest, and finding good fics can be really hard. When looking up fic rec lists I’ve noticed that a lot of the lists are just the same select fanfictions recommended over and over (We get it, everyone and their mother loves ‘His Majesty Prefers Blue’ and ‘Stormbenders’ [I never finished HMPB, sue me]).

So this list is for all of you who are in my shoes and can’t seem to find anything besides the same ten or fifteen stories recommended and are desperate for something new. Everything listed is complete! (If I listed the incompletes/abandoned stories I’d have a lot more chaptered stories listed… RIP ‘The Confrontational Approach’…)

I have a lot of bookmarked stories that I have yet to read and am in the middle of (Almost caught up on @firelordandlady ‘s ‘Say Anything’!), so I’ll try to update this when I finish something I think deserves a recommendation.

Chaptered

In the Same Candlelight by Like a Dove

In a world where there is no war, Zuko and Katara spend their summers together. Growing up is messy, embarrassing, and at times sad, but they think it might be okay because they have each other. Edited summary.

I know. I KNOW. I LITERALLY JUST SAID I WASN’T GOING TO RECOMMEND FANFICS THAT ARE ON EVERYONE’S LIST. But I NEED to mention this one. I spent so long not interested in this fic. I don’t like drastic AU’s, or modern AU’s. My taste is strictly canon divergence, so I didn’t think I would like this. I WAS SO WRONG. Trust me, if you are like me and don’t like big AU’s, read this anyway. I promise, you won’t be disappointed. Characterization is still so spot on, even with such a different take. Aang is precious. There is nothing but fluff, fluff, and fluff. It will melt you. You will probably die and your spirit will rise up smiling and beaming out rainbows and sunshine. That’s what happened to me.

Lilacs and Lily Pads by sadladybug

A tale of clumsy courtship and calamitous court weddings, featuring awkward family encounters, floral mishaps, cultural complications, and good old fashioned fluff and conflict. Takes place in the five years following war’s end. For Zutara Week 2016. A prequel to Bones.

Clothe Me in Seasons, Dress Me in Snow is a very commonly recommended Zutara fic (And for good reason, I shed many tears reading it). But this two-shot (A companion to Bones, a smut one shot) by the same author is really underrated and beautifully written. It follows Zuko and Katara as they try to plan their wedding, as well as shows two scenes from before they got engaged that solidified the relationship to be one they knew would last. Just really well done overall and very very sweet.

EDIT: I talked with the author and apparently it isn’t finished?? But they are apparently working on the next chapters so yay!! And each chapter is independent so it doesn’t feel unfinished.

The Slow Path by Tazainian Devil

Eight years after the fall of Ozai, Aang returns to the friends he left behind - Taang, Zutara, Sukka

This is technically a Taang fic, and if I’m being honest I kind of just skimmed through the non-zutara chapters, but the Zutara storyline was good enough that I think it’s definitely worth the read. And the overall plot has a great premise. Be warned, it has a sequel that was never finished.

Another Word For Alchemy by FanPanda13

Five years have passed since the Avatar defeated Fire Lord Ozai, and the members of the Gaang have all gone in their own direction. But when Aang invites them all to a Peace Summit at the North Pole and tells them of his new project, for which he will need their support, the group comes together again for adventure, fun and romance. AU. Zutara. COMPLETE.

So this fic is crazy for me. At first, it started as just really good natured fluff. The writing wasn’t anything fantastic (Although I loved how it broke the 4th wall and didn’t take itself seriously), and there were some definite OOC moments. But I had so much FUN with it. The plot (while definitely not the focus as everyone is more concerned about when Zuko and Katara will get together) was interesting, and there were some really sweet moments. It was also HILARIOUS and I had multiple moments where I genuinely laughed out loud. But then about five chapters before the end, the quality SKY ROCKETED. As the plot and mystery come together, the characters all come together in a moment that truly feels like it came from the show. Even the writing quality increases by a lot and I was genuinely shocked and impressed. Definitely recommend.

Kyoshi Hold ‘Em by cupid-painted-blind

When a blizzard shuts down the fourth annual Peace Summit, the group has to find some way to pass the time. /Zutara, Taang, Jet/Mai, Jet/Everyone, Sukka

If you’re looking for a good crack fic, look no further. It’s post war and utter nonsense. Jet is alive for some reason??? No one questions it and he’s shipped with pretty much everyone. It’s funny, it’s decently written, there are drinking and sexy time shenanigans, and overall just lighthearted. Also, it does a great job of being a crack fic without crossing the line and becoming unfunny and just a trash fic. A lot struggle to find the balance and resort to going over the top and ridiculous, but this one does a really good job.

Come With Me by Steamboat Ghost

Coauthored by fuzzytomato. Troubled over his newly restored honor, Zuko finds solace in the familiar guise of the Blue Spirit. In a chance meeting with the Painted Lady, a friendship is forged as the two heroes seek to help the Fire Nation’s neglected.

I’ll admit it: I’ve never gotten into Blutara fanfictions. I only read the first couple chapters of HMPB and dropped it after the tree scene. I don’t know, it felt really OOC for me and I may go back and read it again just because EVERYONE raves about it, but IDK. I’ve never been a huge Blutara fan because while I love the concept, I’d much rather see the Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit come together as equals. Most fics present Zuko behind his mask to Katara, and it feels imbalanced. There aren’t a lot of stories where we see their alter persona’s come together even though that’s the entire point of the parallel between the two. Insert this fic. I only wish there was a sequel dealing with Zuko in the Gaang after these events. Hey, a girl can dream.

A Zutara Story Anastasia by LastSunset

Katara, the only suviving waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe, joins two con men, Zuko and Iroh, while a fearful admiral chases for her death. A Zutara Story. Based on the movie Anastasia.

So this isn’t so much a retelling of Anastasia but with Katara and Zuko as it is a fanfic version of the movie but with the characters names and world changed. It takes a lot of lines from the movie. But WHO CARES? It’s Anastasia and Zutara!!! What more do you need???

Oneshot

this burden you bear by cowlicklesschick

Word travels, and war stories will be told round campfires and on freighter ships until every person in the world knows what Master Katara did for the new Fire Lord. She fights the burning in her throat at the thought of people knowing why she had to heal him in the first place. Post-war Zutara.

This is an angst-with-a-happy-ending, which I say is the absolute BEST type of angst. Katara deals with the guilt of what Zuko did for her as the Fire Nation celebrates what she did to save his life during the Agni Kai. The two come together beautifully while struggling to see the feelings they both share. Really well written and like I said, it has a happy ending, which we all need.

The Best of Me by Laririn-Shadow

The night before his eighteenth birthday Zuko wraps a bandage around his left wrist. He has a country to run and no time for frivolous things. It will make everything easier if he waits. Zutara Soulmates AU

Soulmate AU’s usually aren’t my thing (With the glaring exception of one Until Dawn Soulmate AU, but that’s besides the point), but I really enjoyed this oneshot. It isn’t sweeping or insanely romantic and the reveal isn’t “OMG I’VE LOVED YOU THIS WHOLE TIME” But it’s a subtle love that grows, which I really like.

my salvation, he’s not anything by sarsaparillia

Let’s run away and start another war. — Zuko/Katara.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ What can I say? I love the ‘Let’s run away together, consequences be damned’ trope. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The Time is Ripe by Casa Circe

ZUTARA WEEK 2012 Day Seven: Seasons. There are many stages that a heart goes through before it can finally be ready for the love it was meant to have. The road is often a rocky one but eventually, it leads you home.

A oneshot for the Zutara Week 2012 prompt ‘Seasons’. Not too much to say about it. Short, sweet, and well written. What more do you need?

Serendipity by Boriqua-chan

Iroh goes hunting for tea leaves and finds something…interesting. /Zutara week, day 1/

Secret relationships! Fluff! Happiness! And all from Uncle Iroh’s perspective!! Everything I love in one great oneshot!

Too Close for Comfort also by Casa Circe

ZUTARA WEEK 2010 Day Three: Pain. After watching “The Ember Island Players”, no one is in the mood for teasing. But a little slip of the tongue leads to the painful realization that the play was more accurate than they were willing to admit.

There are two Zutara plots/tropes that I am a complete and utter SLUT for. The first is the ‘Let’s talk about that EIP show’ trope. This is one of my favorites.

The Color of Truth is Red by Mrs. Pettyfer

Written for Zutara Week prompt “awkward.” Zuko and Katara discuss the Ember Island Players.

Another post EIP oneshot

Enlightenment by Blade Quill

Choices are made on the day of Zuko’s coronation, and sometimes, enlightenment is just the simple truth at hand. Zutara. AU of the final moments of the Book 3 Finale

The OTHER plot/trope I’m a slut for is finale rewrites. LET ME SEE THEM COME TOGETHER AFTER HE TAKES LIGHTNING FOR HER. Ugh, I love it.

Framework by profoundlycan

What if in “Sozin’s Comet” Katara had come into the room instead of Mai? Zuko/Katara. Prequel to Schema.

Another finale rewrite! Let’s just get Mai out of the picture here…

Lightning Shocks the Heart by drunkzutarafeels

Why do our hearts remain dormant until a climactic moment makes time stand still?

And here’s yet another finale rewrite. There is a really popular Zutara gifset that someone animated of the Agni Kai ‘Thank you’ scene, but Katara kisses Zuko after she hugs him. This is the fanfiction equivalent of that gif set.

Sunrise by lewilder

The days go on and on, and even if she feels more comfort from the moon, Katara learns to cherish the promise of each new sunrise. Zutara AU, largely finale-centric. Oneshot.

LAST FINALE AU I PROMISE. Really sweet, starts right after The Southern Raiders and goes past canon.

all the ghosts we cannot kill (we learn to love) by raisindeatre

Zuko and Katara; the moments we didn’t see. Or: Maybe we are all somebody’s ghost. And maybe sometimes we can be more than that.

“…My quarrel has only ever been with you, Zuko,” she says, his name sharp on her tongue. “This has only ever been about me and you.”

“You’re wrong,” he rasps, his voice rough in the late afternoon sunlight that falls around them, tangles them in golden nets. “This has only ever been about me and the Avatar. Not you and me. What we hold between us has nothing to do with it.”

This is a really beautiful one-shot that follows a battered, war torn and hardened Zuko and Katara through the scenes we DIDN’T see throughout the entire show. A Zutara must-read.

Drabble Collection/Series

And Other Fairly Stupid Tales by Advocaat

A collection of humorous and crack-tastic oneshots corresponding to the days of Zutara Month

Really great Zutara Month themed drabbles, and it contains the only body swapping plot that I’ve read and really enjoyed. Also the chapters ‘Potential’ and ‘Festival’ are some of my all time favorites.

Zuko Was No Coward by hootowl

Zuko was many things, but a coward he was not. A collection of Zutara100 prompts. Title may change.

Definitely some heartbreakers and angsty drabbles in here, but all well written and thoroughly enjoyable. If you read ANYTHING from this list, read chapter two of this drabble collection. I MELTED when I read it. It’s perfection. Aunt Wu’s prediction has always been a plotline I’ve loved in Zutara fanfiction, and this one just does it PERFECTLY.

Zutara Week 2012 by ichilover3

A collection of oneshots inspired by the prompts for Zutara Week

Not much more to say. The first, third, and fourth prompts are my favorite from this series.

Zutara Week 2015 by bianca_anna

It started at a tea shop and ended with forever. My entries for Zutara Week 2015. I hope you enjoy them.

Oh my GOODNESS. So they’re Zutara Week prompts, but all set in the same universe. The Zutara!Family depicted in these drabbles has become my headcanon. I’ve seen many a Zutara family, but this one is by far my FAVORITE. This is now my official family for them. I want the very last chapter fully animated because it’s so good and epic and I want more of this families adventures.

#zutara #zutara fanfiction #zutara fanfic #zutara fanfic rec #zutara fanfiction recommendations #fanfiction masterpost #100 #200 #300 #400 #500 #600 #700 #800 #900 #1k #susannah recs things

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Temporary Affairs

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Chapter 11. Sweet Potato Pie

“Come over to my house,” your fiancé texted.

“Why?” you asked, even though you were already up on your feet, digging through your wardrobe for the perfect outfit.

“Just come over,” he replied.

“Tell me why and I’ll think about it,” you typed back. Shaking your head, you swore you just had a déjà vu moment.

“Just come over,” he repeated. Omg, what part of “tell me why” did he not understand? But you’re already dressed in a white sweater dress and leggings.

“Tell me why or I’m not coming,” you joked.

The status bar read “typing…” for a few seconds then stopped. You frowned. Did he really just give up like that? You stared at the phone, waiting for his reply, but nothing happened. Angry, you threw it onto your bed. Well, if that’s how he was going to act then you weren’t gonna go.

“Agashi!” the maid called from downstairs.

“Coming!” you shouted back, stomping down to see what was the commotion.

At the entrance stood Kim Jongin, his arms crossed.

“W-why are you here?” you asked. How in the world did he get here in less than two minutes? He better not have sped over the road limit.

“Because someone wouldn’t come over to my house so I came to get her,” he replied.

“Tell me why and I’ll think about it,” you teased.

However, before you knew it, he scooped you up off your feet, forcefully taking you out. You stubbornly kicked but he slapped your thigh to discipline you. Gently, he placed you into the passenger seat.

“Why are you being so secretive?” you asked with a pout.

He doesn’t respond but started driving off. Crinkling your nose, you slouched back in your seat, in defeat. This man…seriously…this man is so sexy when he is mysterious is such a stubborn asscrack. Parking the car in his garage, he walked over to open the door for you but you stubbornly got out yourself. Giving him a stink face, you crossed you arms and trotted into the mansion. He followed closely behind.

In the living room, you finally turned and asked, “Can you tell me what I am doing here, now?”

Jongin gurgled and dragged you into the kitchen. Laid out on the counter were a bag of sweet potatoes, butter, white sugar, a carton of milk, eggs, flours, and whip cream.

“We’re baking a sweet potato pie,” he informed, throwing an apron to you.

You clumsily caught it and giggled, amused at the situation. Was he…jealous? Still laughing, you unfolded the pink apron and tied the straps around your neck. Your cheeks blushed seeing Jongin in a matching blue apron.

“Hehe,” you cutely said as you playfully leaned your head against his arm.

Your fiancé looked into your twinkling eyes and pinched your nose. A layer of flour transferred from his fingers onto the bulb of your nose.

“Hey!” you pouted.

Grabbing a handful of flour, you threw it at his face. His chocolate skin turned pale white under the natural layer of makeup. You grabbed your stomach; laughing so hard you wanted to vomit. He glared at you unimpressed and you gulped in fear. Silently, you watched as he picked up the can of whip cream, aimed it at your face, and fired. You squealed, recoiling back in defense. Helplessly, you grabbed another handful of flour and launched it at him. Though, you barely did any damage since he used the chopping board as a shield. So you ended up running away, giggling as he poured a bag of sugar over your head.

“Oppa!” you shrieked as you sprinted over to the fridge to find another weapon.

You managed to grab a box of strawberries and some grapes before he chased you down. Racing to hide behind a counter, you began to toss some strawberries at him. One landed on his forehead and slid down his nose, creating a long red smear. You burst into laughter, pointing at him mockingly. But before you knew it, he was already advancing toward you. Desperately, you tried to run but your body was extremely weak from laughing so hard. Jongin caught you by the arm and held you still while he squirted chocolate syrup over your head. The syrup trickled down your face and you squealed, with your shoulders raised up to your ears. The sweet taste lingered on your tongue. As soon as Jongin’s grip loosened, you successfully made an escape. Unfortunately, because you were laughing so, so hard, you weren’t paying attention. Your feet slipped on the puddle of whip cream in front of you and you were sent face first onto the ground. Immediately, your fiancé leapt forward, catching you by the waist.

You gasped, placing your hand on your thumping heart. That was a close one. Your eyes roamed over Jongin’s face of flour and strawberry sauce. He looked like a clown…well an attractive, sizzling clown. Like a little girl, you giggled, your slim shoulders shaking up and down. Jongin rolled his eyes and chuckled as well. You probably looked ten times more ridiculous with the amount of whip cream and chocolate syrup your opponent showered you with.

I’m falling deep…deep in love.

With his arms still wrapped around your waist, he bitterly concluded, “So this was what you and Shin Yuta did when you were baking your sweet potato pie”.

You flushed red (though, it wasn’t visible through the chocolate sauce hehe) and shook your head in denial, “No, we did not”.

Jongin smirked and asked, “Well, did you two do this?”

Do what?

He placed his lips on top of yours, kissing you. With dilated pupils, you held your breath, all to shock by the sudden contact. Moments passed like a pendulum, so slow and so surreal. No. I can’t fall in love…because…because…this isn’t real…

But slowly your arms wrapped around his neck. He licked your lips, sucking the chocolate syrup that dripped down your face. And though you told yourself not to, you ended up closing your eyes and kissing him back while you ran your fingers through his messy hair.

Just as you were about to deepen the kiss, a loud “thud” resonated through the kitchen. You two broke apart in shock. At the doorway stood Jongin’s mother. Omg. Straightaway, you turned around in embarrassment.

“Omma,” Jongin nervously greeted.

You bowed with your face buried in your hands.

“Omunim,” your voice was barely audible.

“Y-you…you guys please continue what you were doing. Don’t mind me,” she stuttered, backing away.

As soon as she left, you grabbed your purse and raced to the door.

“Hey, hey. Why are you leaving? We still haven’t made the sweet potato pie,” your fiancé said, dragging you back into the kitchen.

You whimpered, completely mortified at getting caught by your future mother-in-law.

“Let’s make it another time. I should go,” you said timidly and tried to leave again but again you were stopped.

With his arms around your waist to prevent you from escaping, he spoke, “What am I going to eat then? You?”

You looked at him confused. Please, please don’t look at me that way or I’ll fall…deeper…

“Actually, I don’t mind that either,” he replied before leaning over to kiss you on the lips again.

Just like before, you stood still as a statue while he sucked on you lips. Your eyes scrutinized his closed ones as he passionately kissed you. You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he interlaced his fingers through yours to steady you. And just like that, you surrender under his touch. Your long laces fluttered a few times before you closing your eyes and you kissed him back with just as much passion. Jongin smiled into the kiss, licking your lips teasingly. You groaned, parting your lips to let him explore inside your mouth.

Out of breath, he finally parted from the kiss. Your chest heaved up and down trying to even your breathing. With your forehead against his, you stared into his eyes as they glistened under the fluorescent lights. He leaned in to peck your lips again.

“Mmm…you taste really good,” he teased and you felt as hot as a pot of boiling water.

a/n: Hola my little unicorns!! ヽ(〃＾▽＾〃)ﾉ

(¬‿¬) Hope you guys enjoyed the infamous food fight turn into make out session. Girl, just surrender, no one can escape the seduction of Kim Jongin.

Right now I’m in the process of rewriting the ending ;) so things may change up a bit…

Remember new chapter everyday (normally around 8pm CT unless a fellow reader messages me giving a reason, such as having an exam, then I’ll post earlier. LOL I’m weak when you use pathos against me)! Well, for this story I sometimes post twice too. If that happens, I normally post first chapter at around 5pm and second at around 12am.

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