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The prompts that inspired all pieces of this collection belong to Rashaka and her community 64damn-prompts (written with an underscore instead of a dash) at livejournal. There they have been posted under the name 'kirschreich', which is the name of my writing journal.
Author's Note: Most of these pieces are set some time after the conclusion of the series. It is definitely a Zutara A/U. Although it does not seem like it, the individual snippets are in fact connected.
Ratings vary – corresponding warnings are included in every chapter.
Please note that this story features the regular community prompts, revisited prompts (meaning prompts that have been picked up a second time) and versus prompts (meaning drabbles containing/relating to two or more prompts). In the original formatting, I had the workd "dream" striked through, which unfortunately does not show. Therefore, I have marked the word as "-dream-" to indicate the strike through.
08 A prince's wet -dream- nightmare
Theme: #27 - give
Characters: Zuko, Katara
Warnings: self-gratification, voyeurism (mention in passing), male hormonal teenager
Rating: R
Nightmares - that's what she gives him.
His uncle calls them 'wet dreams' or 'adolescent fantasies' but Zuko, almost 17 years old, knows better.
They are nightmares, alright, because they leave him wide-eyed and panting when he wakes in his sleeping bag, a rapidly familiar becoming sensation crawling over his skin. Sometimes these -dreams- nightmares draw a shout or a strangled cry out of his throat and he is glad that he isn't the only one suffering from this condition. It is the only time he and Sokka can tolerate each other (as long as Zuko doesn't end up shouting her name in a discernible manner because that might end their nightly kinship faster than Momo can eat a peach and that's saying something).
The -dreams- nightmares have a firm hold over him, even during the day. Daymares, he supposes. He has them mostly when they travel over long distances and his mind wanders or when he tries to meditate. He doesn't know which ones are worse, day- or nightmares, because they each have their ups and downs.
The daymares don't have him yelling her name (or making a mess out of himself in his sleeping bag) but they feel so real mostly due to the fact that he is incapable of completely tuning out her chattering voice and usually ends up banishing it to the back of his mind instead where her complaints are easily rephrased into declarations of want and need.
Often he has to remind himself that her voice hadn't been breathless when she said: "Zuko, I want you."
In fact it had been slightly annoyed and the original phrase had been: "Zuko, I want you and Sokka to get us dinner. Please try not to kill each other this time and don't get too close to the village. If all else fails, fish will be fine."
Funny how his brain keeps cutting off the rest of her sentence and makes him focus on the shape and color of her lips instead. The combination sets his blood on fire and during the day, there is nothing he can do to appease the burning. So he spends his waking hours in a heightened state of physical awareness where Katara is concerned and desperately hopes that no one notices.
In his -dr- nightmares following days like these, when he spent all day with the fire in his blood and no way to gather control over it, she does autracious things like standing over his sleeping bag, not a stitch of clothing to her (beautiful, beautiful) body, touching herself or inviting him to do so and kissing him and begging him to bend those flames out of her body because she is only a waterbender and doesn't know how to. He helps her because they are travel companions and that's what travel companions usually do.
Helping each other, that is.
Her soft gasps and moans fill the air, her limbs intertwined with his and he wakes when they come apart, her name on his lips and his thighs sticky with the proof of his desires.
Zuko's condition takes a turn to the worse when he accidentally spies on a bathing Katara touching herself the way he dreamed she might. It becomes a lot more dire when she playfully kisses his cheek one afternoon and by the time they emerge victorious from battle, there is no cure for Zuko.
But by then, what he and Katara do no longer gives him dreaded nightmares. In fact when asked by the right person, he might even confess to a certain degree of giddy anticipation.
