Post by diftcsx on Nov 2, 2014 20:14:47 GMT -5
Allison told me I should create a thread for my badfics, so here you go. I've only written four so far.
Edit: idk if it shows up on your browsers, but on mine each spoiler just says 'spoiler: click to show.' The first one should say 'calor,' the second 'gravity,' the third 'idk wtf this is' (bc I am uncreative), and the fourth 'zutara + baking for allison.'
Katara did a Latin dance onstage for the talent show. Zuko was in the audience and when he saw it he realized he wanted to be with her forever.
The moment her dance was over he did a ninja flip onstage. "That was such a beautiful dance," he said, gazing into her deep, cerulean eyes like clear pools of still water with no fish in them. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Oh, Zuko," Katara cried, gazing back into his pale golden eyes like the sun on a foggy morning in the San Francisco Bay. "Of course I will."
And they kissed passionately onstage and went on to marry and make lots of babies that all turned out to excel at Latin dancing.
The moment her dance was over he did a ninja flip onstage. "That was such a beautiful dance," he said, gazing into her deep, cerulean eyes like clear pools of still water with no fish in them. "Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Oh, Zuko," Katara cried, gazing back into his pale golden eyes like the sun on a foggy morning in the San Francisco Bay. "Of course I will."
And they kissed passionately onstage and went on to marry and make lots of babies that all turned out to excel at Latin dancing.
Zuko was tutoring Katara in physics because she'd failed her last test. That was actually because she'd spent the entire time staring at his totally sexy back, but the teacher didn't need to know that.
She couldn't help it though; she just liked him so much. His roguishly messy silky black hair, his smoldering golden eyes... even his scar was sexy and mysterious and didn't detract from his hotness at all.
"And 9.8 m/s is...?" Zuko quizzed her. Even his voice was sexy. His voice was low and raspy like he'd broken it by screaming himself hoarse while running through the city from a murderer with two long serrated knives and a shovel, but in a totally good way.
Katara suddenly decided she was tired of failing classes waiting for him. "Gravity. Like the force that pulls me to you," she said, staring deep into his beautiful eyes, the color of two crispy chicken mcnuggets. But way sexier.
He must have felt the force too, because he grabbed her head and started making out with her. And with the sparks that were flying between them, they totally should have been studying chemistry instead.
She couldn't help it though; she just liked him so much. His roguishly messy silky black hair, his smoldering golden eyes... even his scar was sexy and mysterious and didn't detract from his hotness at all.
"And 9.8 m/s is...?" Zuko quizzed her. Even his voice was sexy. His voice was low and raspy like he'd broken it by screaming himself hoarse while running through the city from a murderer with two long serrated knives and a shovel, but in a totally good way.
Katara suddenly decided she was tired of failing classes waiting for him. "Gravity. Like the force that pulls me to you," she said, staring deep into his beautiful eyes, the color of two crispy chicken mcnuggets. But way sexier.
He must have felt the force too, because he grabbed her head and started making out with her. And with the sparks that were flying between them, they totally should have been studying chemistry instead.
The new guy was just so hot, Katara couldn't stand it.
She twirled a lock of hair sexily around her finger, hoping he could feel the force of her stare on his back, like she was Medusa, but hopefully only a certain part of his body would turn to stone with her gaze (if you know what she meant *wink wink*).
It must have worked because he turned slowly to look at her, the fan in the corner of the stuffy classroom blowing his hair back like he was in a shampoo commercial, strands of hair swirling around his face like he was underwater and the water was making his hair puff up, but in a totally sexy way, because his hair wasn't stringy and wet, it was just the right amount of I'd-tap-that messy.
Zuko did feel like he was underwater though when he turned back to look at the beautiful exotic-looking goddess sitting behind him because he had to hold his breath when he saw her.
"Hi," Katara said, and her voice was like a choir of angels descending from heaven to sing some St. Patrick's Day song for him, because this must be his lucky day. "Can I borrow your pencil?"
Zuko leaned back and put his elbows on her desk, craning his head so it was right below hers, so they looked like that two-people/vase optical illusion thing from art class, and said, "Baby, you can have my pencil any day, if you know what I mean." He winked in such a sultry manner Katara swooned like she'd just spent all day walking in the Sahara Desert with only a mouthful of water and one bar of signal to keep her going.
It was the start of a most beautiful and meaningful relationship.
She twirled a lock of hair sexily around her finger, hoping he could feel the force of her stare on his back, like she was Medusa, but hopefully only a certain part of his body would turn to stone with her gaze (if you know what she meant *wink wink*).
It must have worked because he turned slowly to look at her, the fan in the corner of the stuffy classroom blowing his hair back like he was in a shampoo commercial, strands of hair swirling around his face like he was underwater and the water was making his hair puff up, but in a totally sexy way, because his hair wasn't stringy and wet, it was just the right amount of I'd-tap-that messy.
Zuko did feel like he was underwater though when he turned back to look at the beautiful exotic-looking goddess sitting behind him because he had to hold his breath when he saw her.
"Hi," Katara said, and her voice was like a choir of angels descending from heaven to sing some St. Patrick's Day song for him, because this must be his lucky day. "Can I borrow your pencil?"
Zuko leaned back and put his elbows on her desk, craning his head so it was right below hers, so they looked like that two-people/vase optical illusion thing from art class, and said, "Baby, you can have my pencil any day, if you know what I mean." He winked in such a sultry manner Katara swooned like she'd just spent all day walking in the Sahara Desert with only a mouthful of water and one bar of signal to keep her going.
It was the start of a most beautiful and meaningful relationship.
Katara woke bright and early in the early morning when the sun was bright and the birds outside the window were chirping songs just for her like she was Snow White, but way less dumb because there was no way she would eat a poisoned apple. She put on her chef's hat and walked downstairs to her bakery to start baking stuff before the customers came.
She made fresh muffins and yummy cupcakes and hot bread and terrific pies and more. She was taking her chef's hat off when she heard a low, husky, masculine voice behind her. "It smells good," a guy who sounded hot said.
Katara was glad her hair was perfectly combed and glossy underneath the hat and that conveniently she'd taken it off in such a sexy manner just then. "Why, the bakery isn't open yet," she said, in a sultry manner.
The guy was tall with perfectly unfastidious black hair and muscular arms and beautiful golden eyes like the honey she mizzled on her bread and tarts and pies and cakes and other bakery items. There was a scar on one of his eyes that looked like what her hand would look like if she stuck it in the oven, probably, but it didn't make him any less hot at all.
"The door was unlocked," he said. He took a step towards her and her heart flapped around in her chest like Flappy Bird, which she liked to play when she waited for the oven timer to go off (her high score was 930438). "Are you Katara from Katara's Baked Goods?"
She tried not to swoon at how sexy it sounded when his voice insufflated her name. "Yes," Katara said. "And who are you?"
"I'm Zuko from Zuko's Hot and Spicy Foods," he said and Katata gasped! She never knew the owner of the restaurant down the street was so... hot. Like the oven when she set it to 400-something degrees Fahrenheit when she was baking her awesome muffins and cupcakes and pies and tarts and bread that had won world-famous prizes in all the major baking magazines and stuff (whatever they were) before.
"I came for some buns or other goods," he elucidated.
"We aren't open yet, Zuko!" Katara admonished. She was professional so she wouldn't let a hot guy make her do unprofessional things like let him in before the bakery opened. "You'll have to wait until the bakery opens."
He walked closer to her. "I didn't say I wanted baked goods or buns," he said in a sexy, husky, throaty whisper that made the hairs on the backs of her arms stand up like she was watching a horror movie and the zombie was about to jump out and eat the main character and she knew it but the main character didn't so she was nervous waiting for it to happen and she just wanted to get it over with, but in a really, really good way.
He kissed her and she responded immediately, their tongues battling for domination, and she decided she could be unprofessional one time as Zuko from Zuko's Hot and Spicy Foods showed her just how hot he was and that she wasn't the only one who could knead things.
She made fresh muffins and yummy cupcakes and hot bread and terrific pies and more. She was taking her chef's hat off when she heard a low, husky, masculine voice behind her. "It smells good," a guy who sounded hot said.
Katara was glad her hair was perfectly combed and glossy underneath the hat and that conveniently she'd taken it off in such a sexy manner just then. "Why, the bakery isn't open yet," she said, in a sultry manner.
The guy was tall with perfectly unfastidious black hair and muscular arms and beautiful golden eyes like the honey she mizzled on her bread and tarts and pies and cakes and other bakery items. There was a scar on one of his eyes that looked like what her hand would look like if she stuck it in the oven, probably, but it didn't make him any less hot at all.
"The door was unlocked," he said. He took a step towards her and her heart flapped around in her chest like Flappy Bird, which she liked to play when she waited for the oven timer to go off (her high score was 930438). "Are you Katara from Katara's Baked Goods?"
She tried not to swoon at how sexy it sounded when his voice insufflated her name. "Yes," Katara said. "And who are you?"
"I'm Zuko from Zuko's Hot and Spicy Foods," he said and Katata gasped! She never knew the owner of the restaurant down the street was so... hot. Like the oven when she set it to 400-something degrees Fahrenheit when she was baking her awesome muffins and cupcakes and pies and tarts and bread that had won world-famous prizes in all the major baking magazines and stuff (whatever they were) before.
"I came for some buns or other goods," he elucidated.
"We aren't open yet, Zuko!" Katara admonished. She was professional so she wouldn't let a hot guy make her do unprofessional things like let him in before the bakery opened. "You'll have to wait until the bakery opens."
He walked closer to her. "I didn't say I wanted baked goods or buns," he said in a sexy, husky, throaty whisper that made the hairs on the backs of her arms stand up like she was watching a horror movie and the zombie was about to jump out and eat the main character and she knew it but the main character didn't so she was nervous waiting for it to happen and she just wanted to get it over with, but in a really, really good way.
He kissed her and she responded immediately, their tongues battling for domination, and she decided she could be unprofessional one time as Zuko from Zuko's Hot and Spicy Foods showed her just how hot he was and that she wasn't the only one who could knead things.
Edit: idk if it shows up on your browsers, but on mine each spoiler just says 'spoiler: click to show.' The first one should say 'calor,' the second 'gravity,' the third 'idk wtf this is' (bc I am uncreative), and the fourth 'zutara + baking for allison.'