A/N: Welcome to Zutara Month! I'm going to be doing this, spur of the moment decision and all. I'm going to update at the end of each week but the drabbles will be posted daily (or try to be posted daily) on my tumblr (lariren-shadow). Here we go!
Disclaimer: I don't own.
1 Hidden
Katara snooped. It was part of who she was. She fully embraced it while still getting annoyed when her friends called her out for doing so.
It's how she was.
Snooping, however, sometimes lead to her finding things that surprised her. Like that wanted poster of Toph or that really terrible (possibly dirty) drawing of Suki Sokka had done. Or the three broken half carved stones she just found in the draw of Zuko's desk. They'd been together of almost a year now and they'd even talked about their future but seeing the stones somehow made everything feel real.
As she finished practicing writing "Fire Lady Katara" for about the fiftieth time Zuko walked into his office. She looked up and pointed to the three stones on his desk. "That's a Northern Water Tribe tradition," she said as a greeting.
Zuko opened and closed his mouth before asking "then what should I do?"
"Well you already have a house for us so all you need to do is ask."
2 Sleep
Zuko appreciated his sleep. He'd had too many nightmares in his life not to love a fully nights sleep. He strove to have his restful time uninterrupted and regularly requested that the guards in the hall learn to walk just a little bit quieter to help.
Tonight, however, he was perfectly happy to have his precious rest interrupted by his daughter, standing in the doorway clutching her stuffed turtleduck crying for Daddy and Mommy because the thunder storm scared her. That night he got kicked and poked by her but it was worth it.
And in the morning Katara healed the bruises.
3 Confession
Katara dodged the fire whip as she sent an answering water one in return. Zuko smirked as he sent a blast to her not quite steady feet. She barely managed to avoid the fire, giving Zuko the opportunity to tackle her to the ground.
As he pinned her to the ground, arms securely in his grasp above her head he whispered "admit it, you watch me practice firebending because you like what you see."
She smirked. "Its true, you light my fire when you bend."
"Even Sokka could do better than that," he grumbled before kissing her.
"Ew," their children chorused as they entered the practice grounds.
4 Garden
She tries to plant snowdrops. It's a little piece of home in the heat of her new homeland. She tries, tries, tries to make them grow and thrive.
She orders more in hopes that maybe some will bloom.
Ursa comes to visit while she's trying to make the second batch grow. "It takes time," she tells the younger woman. "And patience. Just like anything that's worth it."
Katara appreciates her encouragement.
Soon the snowdrops bloom with the fire lilies and she makes a crown for her daughter's head.
5 Sadness
He watches his little girl laugh at something her new husband says. Soon, he reminds himself, he'll have to stop thinking of her as his little girl. She's already grown up and about to start a new life.
"You feel it too?" His wife asks as she sits next to him.
"She's our baby," he whispers.
Katara nods. "She always will be."
"She needs us."
Katara smiles a small, sad smile. "Not for everything but for some things she'll always need us."
6 Quiet
Katara hates silence. It reminds her of her dad after her mom died. It reminds her that Sokka isn't feeling like himself because he's not talking a mile a minute. It reminds her of holding Aang's almost lifeless body in her arms.
She doesn't like it.
She hates that Zuko is quiet. She hates it and hates it and tells him about it loudly.
But she comes to appreciate his silence when he doesn't question her or judge her after she confronts Yon Rha.
In that moment she loves how quiet he is.
7 Melt
The ice cream dripped on to her knee as she tried to eat it before it all melted. "This is really good," she said between licks. "I can't believe no one in the Water Tribes thought to make a frozen dessert."
Zuko, currently distracted by the way Katara's tongue kept darting in and out of her mouth gave a unintelligible reply.
She held out the cone to him. "Do you want a lick?" She asked as the sweet cream melted on to her fingers.
What he really wanted was to lick it off her fingers but managed to politely lick the actual dessert.
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