A year after Republic City is built, trouble moves in. (Takes place 8 years after the 100 year war)

Written for Zutara week 2013. Prompt: Calor Katara and Zuko go to the south pole to visit Gran Gran. Zuko gets cold, but Katara knows a way to warm him up. (nothing lemony, if that's how it sounds. I thought I'd try to avoid that since it seemed like it would be popular for "calor") Sorry if they're slightly OOC. Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Escrito para el segundo día de la Zutara Week 2013 Katara intenta ayudar a su hija Xuē ha buscar el mejor regalo de cumpleaños posible para su padre, el Señor del fuego Zuko, lo que no pensaba es que la mujer que la salvaría en un mercado se convertiría en el mejor de los regalos.

It's like a drug. After you feel the initial high you try everything you can to feel that way again but you never do because you were never suppose to feel it in the first place. You constantly deny your doubts, even though deep down you know the feeling that you are looking for, doesn't even exist.

The capital of the Fire Nation is transformed for Katara's birthday. Zuko personally sees to it. [ Entry for Zutara Day 2013, Day 2 ]

Not sure if I'll have a chance to write something every day, but whatever I come up with will get posted here. Hope you enjoy, please review! Fair warning, most of these will be M or MA, so just know that before you read. Both characters are of the age of consent.

Day 2 - Euphoria :) ITS ZUTARA WEEK! yay! So this is my first time actually participating in ZKWeek, so be nice please :) R&R

-AU- And after all the pain, the nights of screaming nightmares, the anti-depressants, the hapless pursuit of adrenaline and danger, the biting press reports, the insults and cold glares, the tears… This was true euphoria. "Thank you, Katara."

ZUTARA WEEK 2013 Day Two: Euphoria. For the longest time, fire only symbolized death and destruction to her. But Katara now saw that there was as much joy in fire as there ever was in water.

"Run her fingers over the scarred skin, To feel where he has been. A tortured past, But he's forgetting it fast." My first Zutara week and SO EXCITED! Series of one- shot stories and poems. R/R!

A year after the war ended, and peace still hasn't happened. Another war is on the horizon, and we have to stop it. Otherwise, I fear what will happen to this world, and the people who I am destined to protect. Direct sequel to "Call My Name".

Day two of Zutara Week

ZUTARA WEEK 2013 Day One: Calor. A waterbender steals a prisoner from the depths of the ice, fuelled by a fire she didn't know she possessed until then.

Written for Zutara Week 2013. Short fic about a young married couple covering an important need. No smut, only mentioned nudity.

When the cold gets to Katara and Iroh combines his favourite things; stories, tea, and meddling in his nephew's life. First of Zutara Week '13.

Once she enters her room, she whispers, "Tui and La, that was so hot."

Calor, Euphoria, Voices, Gravity, Bound, Soothe, and Spark. Exploring Zuko and Katara's bond through these words. Zutara Week 2013 Rated T to be safe, may bring it down.

This story is about a boy in school suddenly finds out that he has powers, and has to save the world from one of the evil villains.

One-shot. A young Avatar Yangchen is sent on her final trial to purge a dark presents from within herself. But meditation may not be all that is required to solve this problem.

The sun, bathing suits, and ice cream.

Just a short little SokkaxYue oneshot I wrote a few months ago. I have this headcanon that Sokka dedicates time every night to Yue. Decided to post it on here because this pairing will be my demise.

Hakoda realizes that he lost his children when they became heroes, and he lashes out at the wrong person. What follows is a stern warning.

Escrito para la Zutara Week 2013. Zuko y Katara deciden pasar unos días de vacaciones en un balneario, lo que no se podían imaginar es que conocerían aquel tipo de calor bochornoso, el calor de la vergüenza por culpa de un visitante en el lugar y el momento menos inesperado.

The heat was unbearable. Katara could hardly think. She was pretty sure that the ice she put in her drink only minutes ago had already melted.

Calor: (noun) Spanish for heat. Throughout her life it is a reminder of him. Represents comfort, love, passion, pain. A constant in her ever changing world. Prompt for day one of Zutara Week 2013