Avatar: the Last Airbender Shipping According to FanFiction (Rated M [LEMON] Edition)
All of the stories used in these analyses were rated M. Percentages may not necessarily add up to 100% due to rounding. The only characters examined were Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, Zuko, Azula, Mai, Ty Lee, Suki, and Jet. Thus, these analyses were conducted differently from those in the individual character statistics, which include all ATLA characters.
Are there any stories of Katara dying and being reunited with Aang in the Spirit World?
Reunited by SR240 is the only fic the archivist was able to find— however, this is because the archivist has been out of the fandom for several years now and has limited resources in locating new/hidden Kataang fic.
If any other members of the fandom happen to know any other good spirit world reunion fics, we encourage you to share your finds, with us or with avatargurl1420.
Prompt: Katara gives birth to Tenzin and they discover he airbends!
Characters: Katara, Aang, Tenzin, Bumi, Kya,
“Katara, you are beautiful.” Aang whispers as he turned to face her, his hand caressing her soft, brown skin. Katara’s eyebrows furrow slightly as she awakens. Her turquoise eyes open and she looks directly at him, smiling.
“Good morning, honey” she says but quickly turns green in the face as she tries to sit up. “Aang, help get me up, hurry!” Aang swiftly yet cautiously airbends his wife in order to help her stand up. She quickly waddles off to the bathroom, her hands clasping over her mouth.
Person A is a god of death who is bored of the underworld.
One day they go up to the surface and arrive at a city where a big
festival/party/celebration is happening. Person B noticing A is alone offers to
spend the day with them. “No one should be alone on X day.”
Person A enjoys themselves but upon touching
B see’s they have little time left on earth in their natural Lifespan. Grateful for
the good time B is trying to show them A tries to make B’s last festival/party/celebration an amazing time, even if they are unaware of all the traditions and making some mistakes.
“So I throw the ball at the cans, not the person stacking them? Okay”
Bonus/longer story prompt. Person A keeps visiting B after the celebration, this causes’ problems in the underworld due to lack of management. Person A
tries to make sure that B is happy all while trying to make death seem like a
less scary thing without letting B know they are dying. Other Gods could come in later.
Rating: Light T or strong K+ Word Count: Roughly 1,500+ Genre: Romance, Fluff, a bit of Hurt/Comfort
Falling for your best friend was actually simple, but falling for the Avatar was
and would never be an easy ride. A Kataang Valentine’s Day oneshot
A/N: AAANNDD this didn’t turn out to be a drabble. My writer feels are kinda tired but yay I wrote something for Valentine’s! Also I was writing this while listening to “Thinking Out
Loud” because I’m trash But this was fun to write! And fluffy! Initially prompted by httydatlalok (I’ll say what your prompt was at the end because it would be a spoiler :P), but I think it also fits
in with firelordizumi’s prompt (Commitment) and one of obbessedturtle’s (Falling). Thanks for the prompts, guys! I appreciate them a lot! ^_^ Also for the Supreme secretsecrettunnel Hope you guys like it! And Happy Valentine’s Day <3
Katara sighed, both exhausted and irritated. The party was
But then again, what party wasn’t? Team Avatar never failed to grab the opportunity to reunite and have fun, but events like these were
just politics, social climbers trying to get close to the “world’s heroes”, and girls fawning over her boyfriend.
Pretty, made up, rich girls dressed in frilly gowns and
wearing the kind of jewelry that made your knees shake just thinking of how
much they cost.
My life, those tags. Yes bitch, draggggg himmm. I can never tell if I actually don't like Aang, just am really salty about Kataang or if fanfiction ruined Aang more for me. Then I read your posts and damn, I just straight up hate him, hate my girl Katara for pairing off with him with Prince Smokin' Hot is right there and yeah I need a time machine to wipe Kataang fan fiction from my mind.
i’m honestly so salty that bryke made my queen nothing more than arm candy
Because I’m a statistician! Metrics used: Pairing, any time range, any genre, any rating, any language. Obvious flaw: Pairing was only introduced to fanfiction in 2013 (I think), so this only represents more recent popularity and only if the author included the pairing option. I did not look up key terms such as “Zutara”. Percentages may not necessarily add up to 100% due to rounding. These were the only 12 characters examined. Ozai and Ursa were included as a morbid curiosity, and the internet did not fail to disappoint me! Sorry the image is so small - you can zoom in to see all of the finer details. If you have suggestions for other metrics and/or want to give me data, I’ll create more charts for you!
Katara woke gasping for air. She shoved the blankets away from her face and sat up abruptly. The light of the full moon filtered through the window, casting silver shadows on the bedspread.
“Sweetie?” Aang murmured next to her, his voice heavy with sleep.
“S’okay,” she whispered, still staring at the moon out the window. “Go back to sleep.”
Katara heard him shift, heard his breathing normalize again, and she knew he drifted back into his dreams. She, meanwhile, curled her knees to her forehead, and tried to calm her erratic breathing and fluttering heart. She trembled and squeezed her eyes shut.
But when she closed her eyes, she only felt it more keenly: the sweet, seductive song of the water pumping through Aang’s heart, the steady thrum of blood flying through his vessels, a drumbeat pulsing in her head.
Rating: K+ Word Count: Roughly 1,700 + Genre: Romance
(noun): to give a different position, course, or direction to
*shows up in the Kataang tag a year late with Starbucks a fic*
Okay, I’ll say it
now—this fic was inspired by “Enchanted” by Taylor Swift. Katara even has a
line from the song. Because I’m a sucker
for Avatar Aang/Councilwoman Katara AUs, as well as flirty young adult Kataang,
hey, why not combine both?
Here you guys go, a SUPER LATE entry for Kataang Week 2015. Tbh I’m just throwing this out here lol so yeah lol the writing quality
I don’t own Avatar:
The Last Airbender.
Katara eyed the people around her warily. Every person in the great hall was someone of importance–a politician, a war veteran, an overall influential person. Rubbing elbows with what would arguably be the world’s most famous–pretty cool, right?
If she had had it her way, however, she wouldn’t even have
attended at all.
It was a common occurrence for Aang to return home late at night.
Often times, the peacemaking – which all too often ended up non-peacefully –
would go into the depths of the night, causing the drained Avatar to tiredly
fly home, wisp softly into the open window, and slowly tread over to the shared
bed of the room. Stripping off his outer layers and boots, leaving his daytime
pants on out of shear exhaustion, he pulled back the covers and slipped next to
his sleeping wife.
He curled up to her back, nuzzling his face into the mess of
chocolate locks before him, and sighed, slipping his arm around her middle. She
sucked in a short breath through her nose and mouth simultaneously, indicating
that she had been roused from her slumber –
“Yeah, it’s me, Sweetheart. You can go back to bed.”
She fidgeted in his arms, but did not turn her head, “But
did you take the cart?”
Aang paused, pulling back slightly, “The cart?”
“Yea-.. the… the apple cart…” she grew silent, and Aang
waited for an explanation, the smallest of smiles forming on his features. Her
voice grew more firm, “Aang.”
The monk stifled a laugh, “Yes?”
“Did you or not? Sokka needed… to know it.” Her voice faded.
The grin Aang sported stretched to both sides of his face
as he figured out what was going on. Deciding to play along, he spoke up, “I
did tell Sokka.” He hoped the laughter wasn’t too prevalent in his voice, or
that her sleepy mind wouldn’t pick up on it.
“But he.. wasn’t with him today… I could’ve sworn-,”
Katara turned to him, eyeing him suspiciously.
Aang couldn’t stop grinning, and her angry reaction to it
only made it larger, “Are you awake, Katara?”
“Yes-! Aang, I am.” Katara glared, “I was… I’m looking at
you!” Her eyes closed due to her apparent exhaustion as well.
“-No, you’re not.”
Her eyes shot open, and she grunted, shoving him weakly, “Spirits,
Aang!” She sighed in frustration.
“What was that about the cart?” Aang chuckled, pulling
her closer to him.
“It was- … Did you….” Katara paused, “Wait…” She pressed
her fingers to her temple.
“Do you want some apples? I’ve heard they’re in the cart.”
She looked at him confusedly, a slow realization adorning
her features. “I’m…” she laughed, “What am I talking about?”
“Wish I knew,” Aang laughed, quietly, “Sounds
“Oh-!” She whispered, firmly pressing her head to his
chest, “You’re so mean.”
“I am not-,“ Aang scoffed, tickling her side lightly.
Katara flinched, kicking at him in a sleepy daze, “Shut
Aang held her a moment longer as her kicking died down.
Minutes had passed, leading him to believe she had slipped back to sleep. He
pressed his head against hers with a soft smile, hugging her closely before
hearing a mumble beneath him.
in his sleep. Katara glanced from her
book to look at the lanky man spread out in the bed beside her.
and murmured something unintelligible. Katara
leaned over to place a kiss on his blue tattoo.
The mighty Avatar, she thought, smiling to herself. More like her goofball husband who muttered
nonsense sentences while dreaming and woke up with a spring in his step to go
to morning meditation.
to remember if she’d always known he talked in his sleep, or if it was
something she noticed only after their marriage. When Team Avatar traveled together and camped
underneath the stars, they all slept separately, and Katara usually slept next
to her brother. With Sokka, Appa, and
Momo all to contend with, it was a miracle Katara ever got any sleep. Their snores must have drowned out any soft
whispers from Aang. She only remembered
hearing him yell when the nightmares became too much.
grimaced. She could still remember how
he looked at her those days before the invasion, when he tried to go without
sleep and practiced relentlessly—so desperate, so scared, so overwhelmed. Just a boy carrying the weight of the entire
world on his shoulders. She looked at
her husband sleeping soundly next to her.
Asleep, he looked a lot like the boy he had been.
spirits the days of nightmares were behind them.
looked younger when he slept, Aang had clearly grown. His face was now a little less round and his
ears a little less big. The most
striking difference was the dark stubble shadowing his jaw. Katara rubbed her chin; it scratched a little
when he kissed her, but she liked the change.
Katara had a sneaking suspicion the idea to grow a beard had come from
her brother, but she had always liked Aang’s hair, so she didn’t mind.
set her book down on the bedside table, and stretched her legs beneath the
blankets. One of her feet poked out
because that particular blanket was wrapped tightly around Aang’s legs. Katara
wiggled her toes, chuckled to herself, and reached over to stroke the smooth
skin of his scalp.
sleepily up at her. Then his face broke
into a goofy smile so full of love and adoration that her heart stuttered.
whispered back. “Think I could have some
of the blankets?”
widened as he tried to untangle himself and toss the blankets over to her side
of the bed. She laughed as his arm got
caught in a fold, and he jerked helplessly against the fabric.
With a few
tugs from her side, Katara helped him free his arm. Most of the blankets were now piled on top of
her, and Aang propped himself up to arrange them better around her. She grabbed his hands and kissed them.
“I’m good now. I just wanted my feet covered,” she said with
his head bashfully and pulled one of the blankets back to his side. “Sorry about that. Are you ready to sleep now?”
and he waved his hand, extinguishing the candles with a single bending
move. Darkness enveloped their
bedroom. She snuggled closer to him, and
he tucked his arm securely around her waist.
dreaming earlier?” she asked. “You were
talking in your sleep.”
think so.” The sound coasted over the
shell of her ear, and she shivered.
“What did I say?”
interlaced her fingers with his. “I
couldn’t tell. Most of the time it’s too
mumbled to understand.”
the vibrations of his laughter travel through her back. “I’ll have to work on my enunciation then.”
responded; maybe she didn’t. With his
warmth all around her, and the darkness and quiet of the night pressing in,
Katara closed her eyes, and she drifted off to sleep in her husband’s arms.
middle of the night, she felt him jolt. They
had rolled apart while they slept, but she felt when every muscle in his body
breathing answered her question. The
part of him that touched her back arched away from her. Katara leaned up on her elbow and reached for
him in the dark. She accidentally
crashed into his face, and her fingers touched damp streaks on his skin.
on the lights!”
him sniff, and then the candles burst to life.
He curled his face back into the pillow and wrapped his arms around his
head. Katara draped herself over his
back and hugged his shoulders. “Sweetie,
it was just a dream,” she said soothingly, trailing her lips over his
tattoo. He cringed underneath her before
rolling over and hugging her tightly.
The tears on his cheeks smeared across her own.
Maybe the days of nightmares
weren’t behind them after all.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s okay.”
Aang took a deep breath, scrubbed
away the tears, and pushed away enough to look at her properly. He looked lost and tired and so young.
She gave him a small smile and
kissed his cheek. “Want to talk about
He took a
few moments to find the right words and organize the dream-thoughts, and Katara
waited patiently. “I dreamed about the
past,” he murmured. The candlelight
flickered across his face, giving his pale skin an orange glow.
“I was at
the Air Temples when they were attacked.
Everything burned. Everyone
was—” His voice dropped to a whisper,
and he shook his head. “So much pain. And I—the Avatar State took over me, and I—”
several years ago, Aang laid her out on the grass one morning after his
meditation and taught her about chakras to help her with bending and
healing. One by one, his hands floating
over her, he told her about the pools of energy that flowed through her—what they
represented and which emotions blocked each one. Now, she placed her hand over Aang’s heart
where the air chakra resided, the one that dealt with love and was blocked by
his forehead sweetly, trying to convey the stab of pain within her own heart in
the wake of his distress. Aang’s air
chakra would probably always be turbulent, but she vowed to hold him tightly throughout
the storm. Especially on dark nights
like this one, when nightmares plagued them, and their sleep was punctuated by supportive,
bittersweet murmurs in the quiet.
to be okay,” she breathed against his arrow.
Aang buried his hands in her hair
and ran his fingers through it. “I’m
worried about the future.”
“I’m the last, Katara. And when I’m gone—when the next Avatar has to
learn airbending, there won’t be anyone to learn from. And soon after that, after three cycles, the
Avatar won’t even exist anymore. There
won’t be an Air Nation for the Avatar to be born into. Everything … everything will be gone
His breath caressed her throat, and
she pulled him closer, squeezing as hard as she could. Her mouth dried; what could she say in the
face of such truth? Although the Air
Acolytes adopted the lifestyle wholeheartedly, they could not truly replace the
culture Aang lost. The future he painted
struck her painfully—she had always
believed in the Avatar, even when the rest of the world stopped believing
during Hundred Year War. She could not
imagine a world where that great power suddenly winked out or a world where
another little girl couldn’t look up at the stars with hope in her heart that
the Avatar would make the world a better place.
She wouldn’t let that future come
“It won’t turn out like that,” she
Aang tilted his head to look at her
properly, his gray eyes questioning. She
smirked at him. “We’ll just have lots of
He couldn’t help but chuckle, but
the shadows didn’t quite leave his face.
“It probably won’t be that simple.
You’re a waterbender, but no one else in your family can bend. And it can work the other way too. We’ve seen so many different families in our
travels—all a mix of benders and nonbenders.
It’s hard to predict that kind of thing.
We might not have any airbenders at all.”
Stubborn, Katara refused to cede
the point. She knew how ridiculous that
solution sounded in the wake of the seriousness of his concerns, but it was the
only solution she had. “Aunt Wu said I’d
have great-grandchildren,” she declared.
“Surely some of those descendants will be airbenders.”
This time Aang did laugh. “Oh, Aunt
Wu. Maybe she will be right. She was right about you marrying a powerful
bender, after all.” His strong arms tightened
Katara pushed back with a
mock-shocked expression on her face.
“You did listen! You always denied it, but I knew I heard someone outside the
door. And you acted really weird
Aang dropped his forehead against
hers. “Don’t remind me. I was an idiot back then.”
She laughed. “You were.
But I love you anyway.”
“I love you too.” He took a deep breath. “Thank you, Katara. For always listening. “
“Of course, sweetie.” She kissed him. She was aware they hadn’t actually solved
anything. Sometimes the problems of the past
and the future were too large for them to solve on their own, but these
nighttime conversations helped them feel better. They held each other close. They had each other, and that was the most