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The Lord and Lady
2 reviewsA set of drabbles showing a dark but romantic perspective on Zutara, based off the myth of Hades and Persephone.
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The Lord and Lady
The Lady
Please be kind to me. This is my first ever drabble. This is from Katara's POV.
Word Count - 332
Warnings - reference to sex
Pairing - Z x K
Disclaimer...ATLA doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Nickelodeon...
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She looks out at the city that spread out before her. Once she had been so terrified of the mere idea of being here much less calling it her home but she was resigned to her fate.
He had come to take her. She was ripped away from the people she knew and loved and the place she had called home, spirited away to a place she had never seen but had heard so much about.
He had ignored her pleas to be reunited with her brother and the Avatar and all that she knew, and taken her innocence with a passion that burned so intensely that she had been forever marked by it.
In the darkness and the flame Katara of the Water Tribe died.
It had taken a while to get used to it all...the heat, the people, the customs, the differentness of it all. It was a world completely different from the one she had been taken from.
She now belonged to one of the most powerful and feared men in the world. He commanded an entire nation, the most powerful nation in the world and there was no one that could ever defeat him, for his power ran much deeper than the eye could see.
His love for her was and still is dark and possessive...but it is genuine love nonetheless.
She has changed...she has grown...she has fully blossomed. Maturity and wisdom shone from her eyes and her step was a lot surer than when she had been a maiden. She stands tall and regal as she looks out at her home, a cool night breeze on her face, a reprieve from a warm day.
Katara - Lady of the Fire Nation, consort of the Fire Lord. That is what she is now. Not Katara of the Water Tribe...that other life seems like a dream now.
She feels a hand on her shoulder, a kiss on her cheek and looks up, seeing twin pools of fire in the darkness.
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The Lord
Word Count - 339
Warnings - reference to sex
Pairing - Z x K
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When he saw her, he knew he had to have her.
The passion inflamed his loins and he lay in his empty bed night after night, desiring her. No other woman would do. Those of his kind were known for their appetites, bringing woman after woman to their beds to sate their lust. But for him there was no one but her. He felt a stirring inside of him that very few of his kind if any ever felt, and it was a stirring that would last for eternity.
Blue eyes as deep and reflective as the ocean, skin as dark and warm as the earth, a laugh as light and soothing as a gentle breeze, and a spark inside of her that burned as brightly as his own.
He desired her, so he took her.
He took her into his arms, showing her the passion that burned only for her, forever marking her and leaving her changed. He ignored her pleas to be returned to the things she had known and loved, and he kissed away her tears, surprised at how sweet they tasted.
She had been so afraid of him and what he had to offer, but he showed her that she didn't need to be. And she came to accept the fact that she belongs to him.
His fingers trail gently along her cheek and jaw as she sleeps. She looks stunning amidst the red silk of the royal bed, her dark brown hair, looking almost black under the flicker of the lamplight, spread around loosely, like streams of water traveling along fire.
She is the light in his darkness. She is the one who soothes his pain, the one who makes his heart feel lighter, the one who listens to him and keeps his secrets. She is his mate, his queen, his goddess.
Even after all these years he desires her if not more. His fire will always burn for her.
He is the ruler of the world. She is the ruler of his heart.
zzz
Spleef
The Lady
Please be kind to me. This is my first ever drabble. This is from Katara's POV.
Word Count - 332
Warnings - reference to sex
Pairing - Z x K
Disclaimer...ATLA doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Nickelodeon...
zzz
She looks out at the city that spread out before her. Once she had been so terrified of the mere idea of being here much less calling it her home but she was resigned to her fate.
He had come to take her. She was ripped away from the people she knew and loved and the place she had called home, spirited away to a place she had never seen but had heard so much about.
He had ignored her pleas to be reunited with her brother and the Avatar and all that she knew, and taken her innocence with a passion that burned so intensely that she had been forever marked by it.
In the darkness and the flame Katara of the Water Tribe died.
It had taken a while to get used to it all...the heat, the people, the customs, the differentness of it all. It was a world completely different from the one she had been taken from.
She now belonged to one of the most powerful and feared men in the world. He commanded an entire nation, the most powerful nation in the world and there was no one that could ever defeat him, for his power ran much deeper than the eye could see.
His love for her was and still is dark and possessive...but it is genuine love nonetheless.
She has changed...she has grown...she has fully blossomed. Maturity and wisdom shone from her eyes and her step was a lot surer than when she had been a maiden. She stands tall and regal as she looks out at her home, a cool night breeze on her face, a reprieve from a warm day.
Katara - Lady of the Fire Nation, consort of the Fire Lord. That is what she is now. Not Katara of the Water Tribe...that other life seems like a dream now.
She feels a hand on her shoulder, a kiss on her cheek and looks up, seeing twin pools of fire in the darkness.
zzz
The Lord
Word Count - 339
Warnings - reference to sex
Pairing - Z x K
zzz
When he saw her, he knew he had to have her.
The passion inflamed his loins and he lay in his empty bed night after night, desiring her. No other woman would do. Those of his kind were known for their appetites, bringing woman after woman to their beds to sate their lust. But for him there was no one but her. He felt a stirring inside of him that very few of his kind if any ever felt, and it was a stirring that would last for eternity.
Blue eyes as deep and reflective as the ocean, skin as dark and warm as the earth, a laugh as light and soothing as a gentle breeze, and a spark inside of her that burned as brightly as his own.
He desired her, so he took her.
He took her into his arms, showing her the passion that burned only for her, forever marking her and leaving her changed. He ignored her pleas to be returned to the things she had known and loved, and he kissed away her tears, surprised at how sweet they tasted.
She had been so afraid of him and what he had to offer, but he showed her that she didn't need to be. And she came to accept the fact that she belongs to him.
His fingers trail gently along her cheek and jaw as she sleeps. She looks stunning amidst the red silk of the royal bed, her dark brown hair, looking almost black under the flicker of the lamplight, spread around loosely, like streams of water traveling along fire.
She is the light in his darkness. She is the one who soothes his pain, the one who makes his heart feel lighter, the one who listens to him and keeps his secrets. She is his mate, his queen, his goddess.
Even after all these years he desires her if not more. His fire will always burn for her.
He is the ruler of the world. She is the ruler of his heart.
zzz
Spleef
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