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quillthrillswriting · 3 days

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sooo.... anyone else ever wondered how different ATLA would have been if aang had been frozen at age 16 instead of age 12?

yeah... me too 😌 my new fanfic "the teenager in the iceberg" follows the events of the show, but with only aang aged up, while everyone else remains their canon age.

also...cmon....how funny is it to switch zuko and aang's iconic dialogue to "you're just a teenager!" "...so are you?"

enjoy the excerpt from (the upcoming) third chapter!! updates every wednesday!!

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Aang led the way through the temple, and Katara winced at every single skeleton that lined the halls of the stone pathways carved through the sacred building. Aang couldn’t look at them, didn’t let himself look at them. Katara didn’t blame him for it. She hadn’t been able to look at the handful of bodies left after every Fire Nation raid, and yet, here were the bodies of all of his people, his entire culture.

She was snapped out of her spiralling train of thought by the screech of stone against stone as Aang funnelled air through a complex looking lock system, the gears driving it creaking from disuse. Sokka and Katara flinched, but Aang stayed still.

The door opened to hundreds, if not thousands, of stone statues, gazing unflinchingly back at them.

Sokka dropped into a defensive position out of habit, as if the statues would lunge toward them at any minute, and Katara just rolled her eyes and giggled at her brother, pushing past him as she stepped towards the statues in awe. Weaving between them, she stopped at one of a woman with traditional water tribe clothing that made her heart twist with homesickness. She felt Aang standing behind her, his exposed chest through his one-shoulder robes radiating heat in a way that made her face flush with colour.

He reached up over her to brush a finger against the statue’s delicately carved hair. “She has your little…hair thingies.”

Somewhat unconsciously, she reached up to brush her own loops of hair, grazing the white bone-beads with her ring finger. “I didn’t realise the great Avatar paid attention to things like that.”

A teasing smile spread across Aang’s lips. “I think you’ll find that I’m a very attentive person.” He said the words innocently enough, but the way honey seemed to wrap around every syllable caught Katara off guard, sending warmth spreading down her spine as she momentarily forgot how to speak.

Aang grinned again, looking as though he was about to add something, before a chittery, squeaking noise echoed through the room, bouncing between statues. “What was that?” Sokka yelped, jumping away from the statue whose armour and sword he had been examining. The screech of metal against stone sounded from somewhere on Sokka’s side of the room, and both Katara and Aang quickly wove between statues to join him, all three tensing.

From between the statues, the sound got louder, and a helmet dragged between the sculptures, moving haphazardly as it scraped against the floor.

“GHOSTIE!” Sokka yelped, jumping backwards as he pointed an accusatory finger at the helmet. Katara stayed silent, visibly pale. Aang looked back at the two of them, then faced the helmet again. He stepped through those same strange airbending forms, his movement ending with the sharp expulsion of wind from his fist. The helmet blew away, clattering against the stone, revealing….

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♥ check out the two chapters of this (ongoing) fic & my ao3 here! ->

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1v31182m5 · 1 year

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Secret identities

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thena0315 · 7 months

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#kataang #atla kataang #aang #katara #atla aang #atla katara #atla #bumi #kya #tenzin #sokka #suki #atla sokka #atla suki #tlok tenzin #tlok bumi #tlok kya

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thirdlotusprince3 · 13 days

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Aang: What happens if I press the gas and the brake at the same time?

Sokka: The car takes a screenshot.

Katara: Please pull over. I’m driving now.

#avatar the last airbender #atla incorrect quotes #incorrect atla quotes #incorrect atla #aang #sokka #katara #atla aang #atla katara #atla sokka #kataang #atla kataang #atla gaang #the gaang #avatar gaang

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strrwbrrryjam · 6 months

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katara who has a first date with aang on the same day as a concert that she was supposed to go with sokka, decides to give the ticket to her good friend zuko (who doesn't know kataras brother)

zuko who is not exactly excited to go with a stranger, decides to go and try something new and falls in love with sokka

#atla #avatar the last airbender #atla katara #katara #atla zuko #zuko #atla aang #aang #atla sokka #sokka #atla kataang #kataang #atla zukka #zukka #strawberry speaks

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elya-doodles · 2 years

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#atla #atla fanart #atla katara #atla aang #avatar the last airbender fanart #avatar the last airbender #avatar aang #avatar katara #aang the last airbender #aang #aang fanart #katara fanart #katara #kataang #Kataang fanart #Atla kataang #katara x aang #aang x katara #fanart

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sweaters-and-vertigo · 12 days

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mighty katara, of the southern water tribe, the great protector of avatar aang…’s feelings.

#i love them so much #atla rewatch #atla original #ONLY EVER THE ORIGINAL #how is it possible that such an incredible show has TWO bad remakes #avatar the last airbender #avatar #atla aang #atla katara #atla kataang #avatar aang #aang #katara #katara of the water tribe #kataang #aang and katara #katara and aang

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nonspecificfandomblog · 26 days

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A friend of mine reminded me they are a Zutara shipper and...I made this meme in response. So yeah...

Also, I will be tagging this in the Zutara tag fully knowing I will incur the wrath of the Zutara shippers. I don't care 😬

Peace and love! Except for Zutara shippers. Yeah...

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anxious-content · 12 days

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Cave Jivin'!

A Kataang flash fiction. ❤️

Summary:

Aang's flirting has gotten better. Katara notices. Partly inspired by Episode 2 of Book 3: The Headband. And also the comic: Aang's Epic Adventures/Love Potion #8

Both have been aged up to 14 because why not? 🤷‍♀️

Aang flitted and flipped around, proudly showing off the dances he learned over 100 years ago, dances that the fire nation generations before them should have passed down. He was enjoying showing the fire nation kids how to express themselves with dance as he had learned to do, but his eyes searched for Katara.

He spotted her looking downcast at her table with Sokka and Toph while they seemed to be having a great time. He saw Katara watching him earlier, smiling. Could it be because he was dancing with On Ji? He didn't want to assume this, but could it be possible she was...jealous? Aang blushed at the thought. He was only being friendly and showing OnJi some dance moves, but he quickly thought of what he could do to make sure Katara knew who Aang really had his eyes on.

"Everybody freestyle!" Katara barely heard Aang over the echoing bass of the drums and sat with her chin resting on her palm, trying to look everywhere but the dance floor. She quickly realized that she didn't like seeing Aang dancing with OnJi and her staring at him in adoration, blushing. She didn't blame OnJi, because Aang was, admittedly, naturally charming.

I have no right to be jealous…Aang is not mine. Katara could feel herself deflate, her stomach sinking, but wouldn't let it show that she was definitely jealous. Katara’s frown deepened, Aang’s approach going unnoticed until he held his hand out to her with a soft smile, a silent invite to dance. Looking up, she met his eyes and instantly smiled, her heart speeding up a bit, but quickly looked down shyly and began fiddling with her hair in the way she did when she was self-conscious or nervous.

"Oh, I-I don't know Aang, these shoes aren't the best and I don't know if I know how to-"

"Take my hand." Aang interrupted gently, his gray eyes so warm and welcoming. Katara didn't hesitate another second to take his hand. She trusted Aang fully.

"Okay." She grinned and allowed Aang to gleefully pull her to the center of the flailing fire nation students.

He whispered in her ear, "Just like water bending practice," Katara nodded eagerly, great idea! Now this she could do.

Aang and Katara practiced nearly every day, sometimes just to relax they would push a sphere of water in a circle, so that's where they started. They crossed their wrists in a beginning stance, circling. Push, pull. Beginning stance. Circle. Push, pull. Repeat. Soon they found the rhythm of the music.

As they circled each other, more and more eyes became drawn to them and soon Katara looked around to see every pair of wide eyes on them.

"Aang, everyone is watching," she laughed nervously, looking at him to see if he noticed as well.

But Aang's eyes were not on anyone else, no one but Katara. When Aang answered, there was a new glint of self-assurance in his eyes. His past flirting techniques got him nowhere fast, but right now in this moment, he felt more comfortable than ever to express his affection and attraction for her without actually saying the words. He wouldn't hold back this time.

"Don't worry about them," Aang said reassuringly. Katara watched as his cutesy smile turned to a smirk. "It's just you and me right now."

She flushed hotly for a moment, taken aback at first. She had never seen this side of Aang before…and she quickly realized Aang was flirting with her, no hesitation and no uncertainty. This stirred something in Katara, butterflies began fluttering in her stomach, and she instinctively returned his flirtatious energy, showing Aang she was on the same page.

When they returned to the dance, Katara no longer paid attention to the eyes on them. She only watched Aang, their eyes stayed locked and in that there was a brief moment of unguarded vulnerability that connected them further.

As the music went on, filling the room with its exciting melody, Aang and Katara found themselves lost in a dance that mirrored the deep connection between them. They flowed naturally much like the water they pretended to bend. The air between them crackled with an electric energy that neither could ignore as they whirled and spun across the dance floor smoothly.

Aang let himself get lost in this spark that had was kindling between them there in the dimly lit cave. Most importantly, Katara seemed aware of the spark and invited it, reciprocated it even.

He watched as the background blurred until all he could see was Katara and the way she moved so elegantly, a confident smile playing on her lips. At one point, they twirled into a move that brought their faces mere inches apart from each other, and they locked eyes, the chemistry between them palpable.

Their moves had become more complex as they added flips and fancy spins, and sweat had built on both of their foreheads. Aang wasn't sure if the pounding in his chest was the drums echoing, or if it was his heart racing from the adrenaline of their connection, either way he didn’t care.

For the end of the song, Aang took Katara’s hand and twirled her into a dip. His heart still raced with new desire that their connection had ignited, as they stared wide eyed and grinning at each other, faces flushed and both out of breath. Aang knew he could release her now, the dance was over, everyone was cheering, but there was a magnetism holding them there for a few moments longer.

“Well, that was some dance party, Aang.”

Katara surprised him with a lingering kiss on the cheek, something she had done a few times before, but both Aang and Katara noticed that the air between them while they rode on Appa searching for a place to sleep, was…different. A few times they found the other looking at them and then looking away when caught. Katara watched the way the wind blew through Aang's new jet-black hair. She couldn't help but notice that it made him look as mature as he had become, and though she did miss seeing his full arrow tattoo, she didn't hate this new look.

Once they settled on a safe spot for the night, Katara lay awake on her side atop Appa, her eyes settled on the back of Appa's fluffy head, where she knew Aang was lying.

She wondered if he was asleep or not, of course she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep herself. In the morning, they would have to leave their spot again and travel closer and closer to the fate of the world, the night forgotten. They would have no room for something more between them, not even room to have a conversation about it…everything was just too complicated and uncertain. Leaving her even more confused about where to go with Aang from here.

She gave in to her impulsivity and crawled to the other side of the saddle. “Psst, Aang!” Her voice was only above a whisper so as not to wake the others, but Aang popped up right away between Appa's horns.

“Did I wake you?” She frowned but itched to have Aang's attention again.

“No way, I'm wide awake, can't really sleep,” he shrugged but a shy smile played on his lips.

So, he was as wide awake as she. For what reason?

“Yeah, same here. Um, I was just wondering…do you think this spot is safe? That the fire nation lost our trail?” She bit her lip, knowing this wasn’t the first thing on her mind. They had flown for what felt like hours, there was no way the fire nation was still on their trail.

Aang slid down the back of Appa's head and floated into the saddle, landing cross legged in front of Katara. Her stomach flipped as she watched him. She didn't realize how much the brief but intense connection during their dance had…awakened something inside her. Katara was very much aware of Aang's feelings of attraction towards her, and she had been feeling her own attraction to him growing by the day…of course, she didn't know the extent of Aang's actual feelings, that he was not just attracted to her, he was in love with her.

“Don't worry, Katara. My Avatar instincts are saying we’re safe here!” His cheeky grin spread warmth through her chest.

“Okay. I trust you, Aang.”

Instinctively she placed her hand on his cheek. His eyes flickered to Kataras hand for a minute, then back at her with a sweet smile and an evident blush. This was a normal gesture from Katara, but to Aang it felt more intimate than that. Katara smiled shyly but quickly removed her hand from his warm cheek and turned to look out at the dark ocean waves rolling in. She wished she could tell Aang how important and special he was to her, but she worried too much about complicating everything.

Aang's skin tingled where Katara had touched him as it always did. He tried not to think too much into the touch, Katara was a very affectionate person to everyone, and her love language was definitely physical touch. Much like Toph, except her affection left you with a bruise. Yet, his heart raced as he gazed at Katara, he admired her perfectly tanned skin illuminated in the moonlight and bright stars. Long chocolate brown hair flowing around her gently in the cool breeze, and for a moment she looked ethereal.

Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts, “Aang…thanks for getting me to dance tonight, pretending to water bend was a great idea and… I had so much fun. You know, besides the fire nation chasing us out of the cave.” Katara smiled and left it at that for now, biting her lip to refrain from speaking further.

“Oh, y-yeah, anytime. And uh, you were really great by the way.” He blushed and rubbed his neck as he thought about his open flirting, creating this new tension between them that they both felt. The look in Katara's eyes as she danced with him played through his mind on repeat, and suddenly he felt shy.

“Also,” he cleared his throat, changing the subject, “it was just nice to be around other kids who don't know I’m the Avatar, and have them like me for me, Aang…well, Kuzon, I guess.” He laughed with an animated shrug.

Katara turned to him and smiled sympathetically. It's easy to forget that in the end, Aang is a kid just like her, except with this unimaginable power thrust upon him. The crushing pressure of the world depending on him, his childhood ripped away…Katara empathized with him, always. But Aang’s spirit and pride were strong, and she knew he didn’t welcome sympathy.

“I understand, Aang…and just so you know, you are more than just the Avatar to me. To us.”

“I know.” Aang answered simply, but his smile was warm, and his eyes sparkled.

They gazed at each other for a moment, and in that moment Aang was becoming quickly overwhelmed with the intensity of the energy change between them. He could lose himself completely in her sapphire eyes, but her lips suddenly became the center of his attention and he almost leaned forward to kiss her. Was she also leaning forward? He couldn't tell, but he stopped himself, afraid it wasn’t the right time. When would be the right time? Was there ever going to be a ‘right time?’ Instead, he reluctantly broke their gaze and inched backwards, sitting up against Appa's saddle. He patted the spot next to him and smiled at Katara, inviting her to sit next to him.

“Stargaze until you’re tired?” Aang asked brightly. Katara grinned and took the spot next to him. Their proximity caused an instant hyper awareness in Katara, they were so close that they might as well have been leaning against each other, and she found herself thinking about how strange it was that she was suddenly shy around Aang.

They sat comfortably for a while watching the night sky and naming constellations, but when Aang leaned forward eagerly to point out a sparkling shooting star to her, Katara’s eyes gravitated towards the large pink scar where Azula had struck him directly in his mid-back. The lighting crossed through his body, through his heart… and exited out of his left foot, where he had a matching scar.

Back at Ba Sing Se…Aang had died, he stopped breathing in Katara's arms. If not for the spirit oasis water, Katara’s fast thinking, and her healing ability…well, it wasn’t something either of them wanted to think about. Katara often had nightmares about it, she relived the tragic moment of feeling Aang's heartbeat slowing to a stop, of waiting those painfully long moments after applying the spirit water to Aang's wound to see if he would…come back.

The intense relief she felt when Aang's eyes wearily opened again and she felt him breathing against her as she held him, it was unlike any other feeling. Her exhausted smile, tears of relief streaming heavily down her cheeks, it was the last image Aang saw before he fell back unconscious for weeks and it would be the only bright light in his mind's sea of darkness.

Katara frowned at the memory and slowly reached forward and pressed her fingertips gently to the scar before she could think twice. This jolted Aang and he gasped as chills ran up his body, he wasn't prepared for the tender touch on his bare skin and was surprised with Katara. He glanced back at her, his expression bordering on confusion.

“It’s healing fast. I know you can’t see it, but it is.” Katara smiled gently, her fingers lingering against his skin before she pulled back.

“Thanks to you, Katara.” Aang answered without hesitation, and his tone and expression had become serious.

This shifted the energy between them as Katara became just as serious, “We are so lucky that Pakku gifted me the spirit water…I thought that we lost you, Aang.” That I lost you. She couldn't look into his eyes as she said this, it was too painful to admit.

Before that moment, Katara was sure that she was already aware of the extent of her feelings for Aang, but the few weeks that Aang was unconscious, she spent hours healing him, hoping he would open his eyes again. During this time, Katara had a lot of time to think. This was when she realized she was wrong, her feelings went far beyond what she thought. Katara could not deny that she had fallen for Aang a long, long time ago, he had become way more than just her best friend.

The thing is, she promised herself that until she felt safe and secure in the world, she couldn't give herself up fully, so she often pushed her feelings for Aang aside. That's what kept her from taking that extra step with Aang, and only that. She wished so much that she could express that to him.

To her surprise, Aang was the one to pull her into a hug, but this brief surprise was quickly replaced with warmth all around her. Wrapping her arms around his back fully, she pulled him tighter against her instinctively. Her heartbeat picked up and she could feel his own against his bare chest. It was their most intimate moment so far, they both sensed this, and Katara was content just being in his arms for that brief moment. She dreamed of what the end of the war would bring for them. Before they broke apart, Aang whispered something nearly inaudible in her ear, his warm breath so close to her neck that it made chills erupt across her skin and she held her breath.

“I would never leave you, Katara.” This was directed more towards himself as a silent promise to himself, but Aang hoped Katara took comfort in hearing this from him. It was the most he could say without confessing his unconditional love for her. That would have to wait.

When they pulled apart, their expressions reflected tenderness, but Katara felt a sting of sadness in her heart. There would be no way that Aang could promise her that, that he would never leave. The war was unpredictable, you couldn't promise anything at this time. She wouldn't let herself entertain this worry right now, she would just enjoy this moment with Aang, as they didn't get many moments like this. They lingered for a moment before finally letting go of each other.

“I guess we should get some sleep, Sokka will be up in a few hours, and he won’t be happy to find us exhausted. I’m sure his schedule doesn't account for that,” Katara snickered and Aang quickly laughed in agreement.

“You’re right. Well, goodnight Katara.”

“Goodnight, Aang.”

Aang stood and flashed Katara his signature sweet and crooked smile as he took in the sight of her one last time before he flew up and back onto Appa’s fluffy head to finally settle in for the night.

That night, Katara dreamed peacefully. In it, she found Aang glowing in a pinkish orange sunset, opening his arms to her. She threw herself into him, finally kissing him with only desire and love filling her heart and warming her in her sleep.

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If you're not pro-kataang that's totally okay but please dont be disrespectful!

If you liked this, please check out my AO3 anxiouscontent - Thanks for reading!

#kataang #kataang fanfic #the headband #avatar fanfiction #pro kataang #katara x aang #aang x katara #atla kataang #atla kataang fanfic #the tension though #sooo...papaya?#to its just you and me right now #bruh swept Katara off her mf feet

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i-am-suffer · 1 year

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Shout-out to this person

#atla #avatar the last airbender #atla ships #atla kataang #pro kataang #anti zutara

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vlackevil · 2 days

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The interview with Aaron Ehasz about Aang and Katara relationship:

“We decided to do that in symbolism and actions instead of words”

In short words, the writers have been showing Aang and Katara romance in all series with actions, not words.

Oh, and Aaron ships Sokka and Toph.

And Aaron supports Kataang with this:

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quillthrillswriting · 2 days

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"why are you so quiet, what's on your mind?"

"oh, nothing, just aang admiring katara without realizing he's in love with her"

guys, i am SO excited for tomorrow's new chapter of "the teenager in the iceberg" there's gonna be some great moment & generally im excited to start progressing past the first few episodes

here's a teaser excerpt!

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Sokka immediately jumped off, almost kissing the sand in relief, and Aang followed close behind. Katara moved to stand up and join them, but a combination of that nerve-sick feeling and a bit of light-headedness had her slipping a little, stumbling off the saddle. She would’ve landed face-first in the sand, but Aang smoothly caught her with a current of air, then offered a hand.

Once she was safe on the ground, Katara blushed, embarrassed that she’d lost her balance that easily. She moved to tell Aang, only to have Sokka take one look at her and burst out laughing.

“What?!” She snapped, suddenly overly self-conscious.

“Your hair!” He cackled, a shaking finger pointing at her. Confused, Katara reached out her hand to draw a tendril of water from the cold morning sea. She concentrated, forming it first into a sphere and then a flat oval, then stilled the water so that she could see her reflection…

Only to drop the water in surprise when she finally saw what Sokka was talking about. Her carefully done hair was snarled around in its braids, bits of it loose and bits of it still intact. She huffed in annoyance, then fished out a small glass mirror and her hairbrush.

“Aang,” she said distractedly, “could you hold this for me?” She handed him the mirror.

“Y-yeah, no problem.”

She tugged out her hair ties, flipping her head upside down for a moment to make sure that it had all gotten loose, then she gingerly tugged a few tendrils of water from the nearby ocean and wrapped tiny streams around her hair, tugging out the crimped braid pattern and reviving her curls. Then, she carefully bent the remaining liquid back out.

She couldn’t see his face through her thick hair as she stood back up, but from his voice, Aang seemed impressed. “I get that you haven’t been able to learn any big combat moves, but for someone whose bending is self- taught, you sure have a pretty good handle on these smaller things.”

She properly flipped her head up now, curls and waves bouncing around her face. Her dark brown locks shone with honey-toned highlights, all different shades of caramel and chocolate sparkling as they framed her face. She reached up, gently twisting and clipping a few strands out of the way, but a few wayward pieces still fell forward, gently brushing against soft, full lips and smooth skin. Aang awkwardly froze for a moment, caught off guard by how different she looked when her hair was loose and free. He had a weird urge to tell her so, but bit his tongue, instead focusing on her answer.

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♥ check out the two chapters of this (ongoing) fic & my ao3 here! ->

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