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Day 7: Rebirth

(Part 4/4)

There was, of course, pushback when Zuko and Katara announced to the rest of the world that they were dating, though perhaps not as much as they were anticipating. By then, Council had introduced so many single people to Zuko that they were most likely just relieved he was dating someone. (Part of why he was so keen on the announcement was because he just wanted the awkwardness of all that to end. Katara didn’t even get jealous so much as she liked to watch him squirm when the women flirted with him.)

There were Fire Nation nationalists who hated the idea of their ruler being with someone so very not Fire Nation, but they were overshadowed by the rest of the world who saw it as a step in the right direction in proving the Fire Nation was serious about maintaining their peace treaties. Surprisingly, they were often pointed to as proof that it was no longer taboo to marry outside your own kingdom or tribe.

Years later, when they announced they were getting married, barely anyone blinked an eye. The ceremony and reception was a mix of both their traditions, but it was kept relatively simple. Aang happily offered to conduct the ceremony as a means to satisfy both nations and Katara was completely thrilled. It had taken some time, but her relationship with Aang renewed in strength, even if the dynamic was somewhat changed.

Zuko would admit he had been unsure of their decision to go to his family’s house on Ember Island for their honeymoon. It offered exactly what they wanted— mainly complete privacy— and was the easiest option, so it made sense. But the house still carried a lot of confusing emotions for him. Sure, his time there training the Avatar and subsequent visits had added to the happy memories he associated with the house, but that couldn’t quite replace a whole childhood of emotions. He already had to live under his father’s shadow just by living and working in the palace. Did he really want his first memories with Katara as his wife to be in a place that represented to him a failed family?

He kept his doubt to himself, but Uncle Iroh still had the uncanny ability to sense his unease and pulled him aside during the wedding reception. “It makes me very pleased to see someone so deserving find such love and happiness, Zuko,” he said proudly. “You’ve come so far from a life filled with anger and fear and I am certain, with Lady Katara at your side, that you both will continue to create a life worth remembering.”

Later, when he was sitting on the beach watching his wife waterbend the incoming tide, he thought back to Uncle’s words. What really was a life worth remembering? Obviously there was no one answer, so what was a life he wanted to remember? As painful as his childhood was, he didn’t want to forget all of it. But he also didn’t want to memorialize it, which is what he had been doing with this beach house, in a way.

No, a life worth remembering was one where he stayed true to himself and one where he lived happily with Katara. That was all he needed to look back fondly without regrets. So perhaps he could rededicate this old home to his new happy life, chase away the ghosts of his past and replace them with the new spirited memories yet to be created, yet already filled with love. A rebirth of sorts to begin this new chapter in their lives. And someday he could bring his own children here and give them nothing but happy memories of their own.

He smiled fondly up at Katara as she walked back from the surf, bending the water from her hair and smiling back at him. “You finally look relaxed, Zuko. What have you been doing while I was practicing?” She sat next to him and he pulled her close, kissed her tenderly until they needed air.

“Watching you,” he said. “And thinking. I was suddenly reminded how much I have to look forward to.”

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Phew! That’s it for me this year! Considering how much trouble I’ve been having drawing lately, I’m pretty happy with meeting my goal of four drawings in one week. Leave it to Zutara to supply to right kind of inspiration. <3

Thank you to the mods for working so diligently to reblog all the pretty Zutara things for us all! Happy Zutara Week! :)

For @zartophski as part of the LU writers appreciation event! Read their fic here

Каждый раз, когда меня спрашивают почему у меня так мало песен The Beatles, я отвечаю что предпочитаю покупать их, ибо совесть не позволяет скачивать их из интернета. На меня смотрят как на дикую.

And this is what happens when a masterfully crafted katana collides with a masterfully crafted longsword.

Suck it, katana

Cloud with sephiroth's face

Час ночи, я вспомнил о домашке, этот приятель сегодня ночью составляет мне компанию #volkswagen#volkswagenbeetle#daredevil#homework#college#сорвиголова#колледж https://www.instagram.com/p/BxP9znQhzgT/?igshid=5817k7xg9usi

Livestream request: Sherlock ruffling John’s hair. 

For the next time like this Zack should bring Cloud to distract Sephiroth and it suddenly turns into double date 😂

Imagine Aerith is finally introducing her boyfriend to Sephiroth who he has supposedly never seen yet (though he unknowingly already has) So when he answers the door, he’s surprised to see Zack standing there, realizes he’s Aerith’s boyfriend and looks just about ready to kill.

Zack *excitedly*: “Sephiroth!!!”

Sephiroth: “Zaaackk!”

Zack: “Sephiroth!!!!”

Sephiroth *slightly angrier voice*: “Zaaaacckk 👹”

Zack: *sweating*: Sephiroth…

Older brother!Sephiroth insists on joining them for the most awkward dinner date in the history of dates.

Aerith, squinting at the menu: They say the ribs here are amazing. I wonder, though, how do you even cut those apart?

*Sephiroth slowly holds up a steak knife, maintaining direct eye contact. Zack starts trembling*

Aerith, still focused on the menu: I guess a steak knife could work. But does it need that much force?

*Sephiroth impales his own menu, Zack shrieks and dives under the table*

“Hakoda, really now. You’re going to have give him an answer at some point. Making him wait like this is just cruel.” Gran-Gran’s voice lacked the edge that normally signaled true annoyance, but it was close enough for Sokka to keep his mouth shut. “She’s my little girl, I have the right to take all the time I need before I decide. If he’s serious about wanting my blessing, he’ll wait,” Hakoda said, crossing his arms and glaring into the hut’s fire pit, much like he’d been doing all day. Sokka rolled his eyes and went back to keeping watch out the door flap. Earlier that morning Zuko had pulled both him and his dad aside and expressed his intention to ask for Katara’s hand in marriage. He even produced a hand-made betrothal necklace carved from a shell he’d kept since their time on Ember Island all those years ago. Sokka hadn’t been too surprised about the intended proposal, but the bastard had the audacity to be a pretty decent craftsman and that just didn’t seem fair. He himself was on his third attempt at a betrothal necklace for Suki. “He’s a king. I’m beginning to think your standards are too high.” “He’s the Fire Lord, Gran! She’ll be the Fire Lady. My little girl could turn Fire Nation.” “Nonsense,” she snapped. “Katara is the epitome of Water Tribe and proud of it. Besides, she already spends most of her time there with the boy. Marrying him won’t change much.” His dad grumbled something and Sokka rolled his eyes again. The sun was setting and just when he began to wonder where two love birds were to be out so late, they appeared from over a rise. Strolling arm in arm, they paused to look up as the snow flurries turned to thick, fluffy flakes. Zuko said something and suddenly Katara was laughing. She looked happy. The kind of happy Sokka always knew she deserved to be. After their mom died, after their dad left to fight in the war, even during their escapades with Aang and after– he had this quiet idea that someday, somehow, he’d make sure his sister found happiness. Because if anyone deserved to be happy, it was her. So if being with Zuko was what she wanted, then he’d damned well be sure to protect them. Sokka stood and stretched casually as he walked toward his brooding father. “Dad, give it a rest. You know just as well as I do that she’s going to marry him with or without your blessing. You might as well be happy with them.” Hakoda looked up from the fire, sad and rueful. “I know, son. There was never really a question.”

——————— I made this for @muguathepapaya for the @ZutaraExchange! Two of their listed prompts were Water Tribe and Fluff and it took me a little while to figure out what I wanted to do, but once I worked that out it was a lot of fun to draw. The short ficlet formulated in my head while drawing, so I decided to add that, too.

Muguathepapaya, I hope you like it, !