#zutara angst

[pink-concorde]

And although I’ll be out of sight, dear Know I'll be right here Right here forever, ever, ever, ever

When you look to the night skies Don’t think of goodbyes Think how I’m right here ever, ever, ever

Come

No, you can't come with me Stay

I wish I could -“The Goodybye Song” from Smash

…so this is angst (Aangst) and the closest I’ll probably ever get to canon compliant. The sad tale of Fire Lord Zuko and Master Katara; forever pining after each other while they put the greater good first.

#zutara #zutara angst #Pinks Art #the music in Smash was amazing #Zuko needs the friendship of the Avatar #Katara believes it’s her duty #and so they pine #anti-kataang #anti kataang #just to be safe #zuko x katara #katara x zuko

[kukos-satellite]

Little self inserting with Zutara. . .

Zuko would be that kid who is always confused in class and Katara would be the kid that the teacher assigns to him to help him with assignments or the one who calls him dumb all the time. She ends up being both, calling him dumb and helping him, she doesn't like him because he’s popular and already has a girlfriend. She was a little in love with him, but she never told him that she was. They’ve gone their separate ways after that.

Psst down here!! Hii, how are you?? Anyway, I'm tempted to add more moments of my life into the fanfics of the ships I enjoy, such as the High School AU for Keith and Lance. I was definitely the quiet kid in high school and there was a popular boy who was a wrestler for the school district. Should I add random moments so that you can see how I am as a person? It's a random way for you guys to get to know me behind the scenes.

#avatar the last airbender #zutara #prince zuko #katara #zuko x katara #zutara au #zutara angst #hurt/no comfort

[miss-sweetea-pie]

Me and my husband by Mitski just makes me think of of Katara being married to Aang Ft. zutara angst.

Literally, the song opens up with a sigh!!

Like this just makes me think of how she was just sort of forgotten in Lok. Katara did a lot during the war and after and no one even bothered to give her a statue.

But hey at least she is married to the avatar right?

“It’s always just been me and him together” like literally they where 12/13 and 14/15 when they got together.

From a small glimpse we get in Lok we can tell the kids have some resentment for how Aang treated them. I can definitely imagine this caused some fighting and problems in the marriage. also, from what we saw in the comics, we could assume that the air acolytes  may have been a sore subject as well but it’s always Katara’s job to just get over it “me and my husband are doing better”

Okay now let’s get into some zutara angst. I imagine katara at a summit or something and she was pushed aside. Everyone just loves the Avatar, they are here for Aang. I imagine a lot of people keep referring to her as the avatar’s wife, even though they are right it still bothers her.

“But went he walks in I am loved, I am loved”

I imagine that the “he” is Zuko. he walks over to her and they talk and joke like they haven’t been separated for years. It’s so easy and natural, and it always has been. And in that moments Katara realizes but it’s too late she is married with kids and so is he. So she swallows it down and we go back into that chorus.

After all the avatar and his wife need to appear like a happy married couple in this new time of peace. “At least in this life time we are sticking together”🥲

#anti kataang #zutara #anti bryke #anti lok #angst #zutara angst #katara deserved better #me and my husband #my zutara brain rot can make any song fit #song fic idea I guess #the one thing I like about kataang is it makes my zutara angst hurt so good

[ellakomskaikru]

Is there a scene that made you waver on shipping Zutara if there is one which is it?

I admit that it was when Zuko betrayed Katara in Ba Sing Se. That was the only time I wavered. When I first watched it and had no idea how the series would end, I just couldn’t imagine how Katara and Zuko would be able to get past that hurdle. It broke my heart to see how hurt Katara was at his betrayal.

Katara: “I thought you had changed!“

Zuko: “I have changed.”

However, as soon as Zuko showed up at the Western Air Temple, my wavering ceased. Keep in mind I never literally stopped shipping Zutara, but there was a period of time where I was unsure. After Zuko showed up however, i was no longer unsure. On rewatches, I just see the betrayal as an angsty moment and watching Katara forgive Zuko and become friends with him just makes me love Zutara even more.

#atla #zutara #zutara angst #atla ask #ella’s original post

[depressedshipper]

zutara angst is , thinking about old man zuko still on tthe throne ,after Katara's passing, getting more and more depressed by the day, neglecting his duties thus causing disorder in the Fire Nation, stoping taking care of himself and refusing help from the royal waterbending healers so his heart condition worsens.

#angst #zutara angst #zutara #zuko #katara

[cherrilemon]

Katara: Hey, do you ever wonder what would have happened if you'd met me before Aang did? Would you have made a move on me?

Zuko: Katara

Katara: I don't think you would have. You know why? I think you're a coward.

#zutara #katara x zuko #zutara angst #atla incorrect quotes #atla #katara #zuko #bojack horseman

[yourhighness6]

Ugh I will always love the concept of Katara using blood bending to revive Zuko after the last agni kai, mostly because it makes no sense to me that Zuko was able to bounce back so easily after being struck by lightning, but also because the way the show treats bloodbending is just odd to me. It was a defense mechanism created by a traumatized victim of some of the most devastating parts of colonization, and although I understand that Hama was supposed to symbolize the "bad parts" of waterbending and was important for Katara's growth in realizing that the world isn't entirely black and white, its still disappointing to me that the show never explored the gray areas of blood bending, especially since that episode was, as I stated above, about understanding the gray areas of the war. Katara using blood bending to revive Zuko would add so much to the last agni kai in demonstrating that she has truly realized that "good" and "evil" are relative concepts, and Zuko being saved by both a defense mechanism of a survivor of colonialism and a type of bending used to terrorize his people would have even added to his arc, as the narrative required him to save and subsequently be saved by the physical embodiment of everything his family sought to annihilate.

#also just the angst potential #there are so many fics and better metas written about this but I had to throw my two cents in #Bryke's refusal to acknowledge bloodbending as anything but evil incarnate is so fucking annoying #anti bryke #bloodbending #zutara #zuko #katara #final agni kai #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla meta #zutara meta #technically

[beanaroony]

When I said “or two” it was for real. 

#zutara #zuko #katara #atla #my art #beanaroony's art #doodle #could be post Ember Island Players #I'm a sucker for pre-eclipse AUs too #give me all the drama and angst

[lovisus]

dont go

Genuinely forgot all about Zutara month and I would like to reward you all with angst in apology because I am evil.

#i cried drawing this #now u suffer #zutara #zutara month 2023 #zuko #katara #zuko x katara #zutara fanart #fanart #atla #atla fanart #atla fandom #angst #lovissus #lovisus

[zukosdualdao]

zutara is fun because SO many dynamics can work for them. some of my favorite concepts include: slow-burn book three or post-canon, unresolved mutual pining, and unrequited (romantic) love on either side.

#i love all of these to be clear. i live for angst #atla #happy zutara is also very fun but the tragic ‘always close never together’ of them is what really gets me i think #zutara #zuko #katara

[kukos-satellite]

The Zutara fanfic has approximately 1.1k words, just felt the need to update you and we are no where near the place I want to be at. 🙂

#zutara angst #avatar the last airbender

[longing-for-rain]

Claws of Ice — Chapter 1

Very nsfw. Very dark hurt/comfort. Eventual Zutara. Please read the warnings carefully.

While infiltrating the Northern Water Tribe, Zuko overhears a group of Northern waterbenders angered that a woman was awarded the title Master. He follows them in hopes of being led to the Avatar...but what he finds instead is so much worse.

Or, the male waterbenders violently haze Katara over their anger at her bending abilities. She's left broken, with only a sworn enemy to help her.

Read on AO3

#zutara #atla #katara #zuko #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #fanfic #fic: claws of ice #mine #whump #hurt/comfort #angst #fan art #tw sa

[ellakomskaikru]

who do you think is the most jealous in zutara? zuko or katara?

Hello anon!

This is a hard question! I’d like to say they’d both be equally jealous, but if I had to choose one I think it would be Zuko. I say Zuko because due to his father abusing him, he does have some major insecurities and a low self esteem that did not suddenly disappear when Zuko confronted his father. So I think that when Zutara got together, that Zuko might feel like he does not deserve Katara and therefore might be scared that he will do something to push her away.

Therefore, I feel like he would be the most jealous if he saw another guy acting flirty towards Katara. That’s not to say that he wouldn’t trust Katara. That’s not it. He would completely trust her and believe that she loves him but Zuko’s own insecurities that stem from his father abusing him would cause him to be the more jealous one. Like, I think his thought process would be him thinking that Katara might like another guy more than him, because Zuko’s self esteem is still low.

Over time however, Zuko would overcome his insecurities and his self esteem would get better. However, this is just my own headcanon, other interpretations are valid.

Thanks for the ask!

#atla #zutara #zutara angst #tw abuse #atla ask #ella’s original post #zuko #katara

[peanutbutterwrites]

My Good Looking Boy - Part Two

warnings for series: angst, struggles with self worth and self esteem, issues with appearance, childhood trauma, and mentions of death and murder.

summary: taking place after the southern raiders, zuko and katara finally learn to understand each other a bit more and long held on to feelings come to the surface. the gaang go and watch the ember island play and chaos ensues with katara's feelings.

part one - part two - part three

authors note: in part two here we're gonna start to explore katara's insecurities and how they have an effect on her. i tried to bring some uncle iroh wisdom because i believe there are a lot of lessons that iroh taught zuko that he maybe just didn't recognize later and this chapter has one of them. as always, let me know what you think and if there are any errors feel free to bring them up. enjoy!

word count: 1.9k

Not too much later, Katara and Zuko brought the now clean clothing and blankets back to camp with limited finds for meals today. The group was finally all awake with Toph and Aang working on earthbending exercises and Suki and Sokka chatting as Sokka sharpened his boomerang. 

“You’re back! I missed you this morning.” Suki said fondly, wrapping Katara in a warm embrace. 

“Yeah, you have housework to do?” Sokka joked making Toph snort as she gave a brief wave and good morning to Katara and Zuko. With a roll of her eyes Katara snapped,

“You think that’s all I’m good for? Don’t take me for granted or precious prince Zuko is gonna have to start doing everything, and trust me, you don't want that.” Zuko frowned, slightly embarrassed, but said nothing as he passed out the clothing to their rightful owners. 

“Hey, maybe I didn’t know how to do laundry this morning, but I do now.” he mumbled, retreating into himself, but he didn’t snap back at her. Placing the basket down, Katara felt guilt pool in her gut and it made her feel sickly.

“I’m sorry, yes, thank you for your help Zuko.” He perked up, and a small smile made its way onto his face. Katara felt herself easing up and had a smile to match. 

“So, I wanted to bring up that there’s a play in town nearby!” Sokka announced, getting everyone’s attention. “Maybe we could take a break from saving the world one of these days and watch it. It's about us you know.” He announced, wiggling his eyebrows. The group looked mostly enthused at the idea, but Toph took her turn to speak.

“That's all fine and dandy snoozles, but those plays tend to be way too long and I don’t feel like trekking all the way back here at midnight or having to find a new campsite.” The group seemed to actually agree with Toph on this one, especially the early risers not wanting to be out late and sacrifice precious hours of sleep. 

“Oh come on guys, one night won’t kill ya.” 

“Actually,” Zuko interjected quietly, “I might have a solution”. 

His brilliant idea is how the group decided to pack everything they had on Appa and make their way to the royal family’s vacation home with Zuko’s guidance. Apparently, Zuko was aware of the small town they were near and it just so happened to be extra close to the abandoned royal family’s vacation home. It has been unused for quite some time now, so he was sure they wouldn’t be found or bothered. The breeze on Appa helped alleviate the summer heat and Katara actually found herself closing her eyes and relaxing again. That is, until a flying pair of pants found their way to her torso.

“What the-” “I need you to sew them.” Sokka said, point blank rubbing his boomerang between his fingers. Katara felt herself grind her teeth in frustration, but quickly reeled herself back in and breathed deep while she reached for her sewing kit. 

“Sure, Sokka. No worries.” Speaking the latter under her breath with a roll of her eyes. Shifting the fabric around in her hand, she found the guilty hole and got to work. And while the breeze was still refreshing and the thought of an actual bed enticed her, the frustration never completely left. From across the bison, Zuko eyed her with concern. He knew she was frustrated, it was simply palpable when she was. Fighting an internal war with himself to offer his help again, he found himself shutting his mouth seeing her furrowed brow and focused expression. He would only frustrate her more, he decided. The saddle was quiet until Toph began with her questioning. She had practically interrogated him before asking about the home itself. 

“So sparky, how come you didn’t tell us about this beautiful abandoned home earlier? You tryin to make us sleep on rocks for forever?” 

“Uh no,” he stuttered, “I just honestly didn’t think about it until Sokka mentioned that town. I watched many plays at the theater growing up. With my mom I mean.” At the mention of his mother, the saddle fell quiet again. “But you guys will love it I’m sure. There’s enough space for us all to have our own rooms and a courtyard for bending practice. I’m sure the kitchen still works great too.” Everyone lightened up a bit after that and the group fell into friendly chatter. 

“Hey Zuko!” Aang's voice rang from the front of Appa. “Is that it?” And everyone peeked over the saddle to make out a large, traditional fire national style home at the very top of a mountain on the island. 

“Yeah, it is.” A nostalgic smile found its way to his face, and Katara paused her sewing long enough to admire it. Landing was calm enough, and Katara threw Sokka’s finished pants right back at him causing him to sputter and fumble for the fabric. Working together, Appa was unloaded and the group rushed inside to pick rooms. The first thing Katara noticed was how big the home was, and then how red. The walls, ceilings and floors were all red with ornate gold accents, though she knew the palace must be ten times what this was. Rooms were plentiful and so were their size, so she was in no rush seizing one like the others. Venturing upstairs, she walked to the end of the hallway until a room caught her eye. Strolling in, it was nothing special. Like all the other rooms it was red and very large, but a balcony at the opposite end of the room stole her attention. Walking out, she gripped the railing as a breeze ran through her. From this balcony, almost the entirety of the island and most of the sea could be seen. The water stretched on and on until the horizon kissed its now calm edge and the island was lush and green. Turning her head to the right, she was surprised to see Zuko hanging out of the only other balcony. He looked peaceful, far more serene than his normal awkward, brooding self. And she found herself staring at him more than the scenery, that unfamiliar fluttering feeling returning to her gut. Then his head turned, and she found the fluttering doubling in intensity and the heat of the sun growing uncomfortably hot. But he simply smiled back at her and she got to see a hint of the golden twinkle in his eyes once again before he retreated back into his chosen room. 

The group watched in legitimate horror. This play was horrible. Filled with fallacies at best and harmful lies at worst, their story couldn’t have been depicted in a more inaccurate way. Everyone was either arguing in outrage or grumbling in a mopey silence the entire way back to the vacation house, with Toph’s boisterous laughter the only exception; and Katara couldn’t even blame them. Angered at the way she was portrayed was on the forefront of her mind for the past couple of hours. Is that really how people see me? Some hope obsessed fangirl?! She stomped her feet even harder, pushing herself to get to the vacation home quicker. Her thoughts and doubts were slowly getting to her, was she really that useless? All the housekeeping and motivational speeches, did that make her weak? She was spiraling and tears were forcing their way out of her eyes despite her desperation to hold them back. No, she would not be seen crying. 

“Good night!” She called out as soon as she reached the house, most of the others too busy still arguing to notice. She couldn’t hold the tears back as she raced up the stairs and slammed the door to her chosen bedroom, allowing herself to collapse onto the floor in a heap. Folding her legs under she ripped off the golden bangles and rings, a foolish attempt to at least look somewhat presentable, and ripped the half top knot from her head. Tears were pouring down her face and sobs and hiccups made her break down quite loud, once again she was grateful for the privacy this room offered her knowing a campsite would be far less forgiving. She was so busy breaking down that the creak of the old wooden door was the only thing alarming her to another's presence. “Just go away, I’m fine!” she roared. The intruder paused, hesitant, but after a beat the door simply shut quietly and soft footsteps made their way to her before strong arms wrapped themselves around her. She assumed Aang would be the one to follow her, but this person was larger and the hug warmer. She tensed up at the initial contact, but quickly melted into the embrace as the smell of cumin, sandalwood, and smoke engulfed her senses. 

“Shh, it's okay.” came Zuko’s raspy voice as he gently rocked her in his arms and she sobbed into his robes. The back and forth rocking calmed her, and the warmth finally made her feel at home, safe. When was the last time in all of this that she actually felt safe? She couldn’t remember. This went on until no tears came out and the hiccuping had come to a minimum. Resting his chin on her head, he spoke again very softly, “Do you want to talk about it?”. He felt the rustle of her shaking her head into his chest and he sighed. “You know, I always felt like I was kind of useless.” He began, and Katara stilled. She let out a forced sort of chuckle and croaked out, 

“You’re a prince, how could you feel useless?” 

“My life wasn’t always so royal Katara. I was the oldest, it was my responsibility to learn how to lead, to rule. But I was always left behind. I couldn’t firebend as well as my little sister, I could never make my own father happy, spirits, I couldn’t even make friends. I have felt like a total failure my whole life. And yet, when I took time to think about things, about what my purpose actually is and where I belong, I find that I succeed a lot more now. Maybe sometimes, we feel like we’re failing simply because we’re in the wrong place. Maybe, if we look at things from a different perspective and reconsider where we stand, we can find the spirits are letting us fail to learn. To learn where we truly belong and are needed.” The crying had stopped, only leaving the occasional sniffle. “I am not needed in the fire nation, not now. That’s why I always find disappointment and failure there. But here, here Aang needs me. It's my purpose to teach him firebending and now, maybe you need me so I can teach you. Just like my uncle taught me, that really, no one is useless, they’re just in the wrong place.” Zuko finally looked down and found himself staring into two round, gemlike eyes. 

“How did you know?” she mumbled, barely a whisper. 

“When we see others going through feelings we’ve already experienced, it’s very easy to spot.” She leaned into his arms a little more, and he tilted his head to rest his unscared cheek softly on her head. 

“Thank you.”

“Of course, Katara. You can always talk to me.”

#atla #zutara #zutara imagines #imagines #zuko x katara #alta imagines #hurt/comfort #light angst

[bluespirlt]

zutara au in which zuko arrives in the swt looking for the avatar and katara offers to join and help him in exchange of the fire nation leaving the tribe alone. cue to them actually finding aang and katara ends up betraying zuko for the greater good... except... they'd already fallen in love at that point...

#oh god #my first post on this new blog and it's already angsty #figures #mine #zutara #zutara au #zuko #katara #atla #avatar the last airbender #angst #au

[cherrilemon]

been drawing again lately <3

#avatar the last airbender #zutara #zutara angst #katara x zuko #atla fanart #zutara fanart #katara #zuko #bojack horseman