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.
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.
Archived here is the best Kataang fanfiction, gathered from around the internet and organized for…
So Melon’s doing a thing (love the image btw. Jinora would read stories about her grandparents.) and this is a great resource for Kataang fanfiction. Mind you it’s still in progress and it’s got criteria (Which aren’t that strict) but it’s a terrific thing that has the potential to be even more as it gets more and more added. So if you know of good Kataang fics (pairing can be secondary, romance does not have to be the main focus of the plot) then go on and send them! Make sure to check out their criteria first but if it fits, it’d be a huge help to her if you throw some stuff that way!
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.
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.
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!
Summary: Aang reminisces while enjoying listening to the birds singing and being with Katara.
Word count: 1,438
Author’s note: Nature can be so inspiring. I opened my living room window to let some fresh air into our stuffy apartment and take a break from sitting in front of my laptop. I was greeted by the most beautiful ornithological orchestra I’ve heard this year (the thrush nightingales!) + nice, refreshing, cold, but slightly humid air (like after a warm rain during summer). And I just imagined this scene happening (wondering how to write down what I felt while gazing out of the window at 4 am in the morning and hearing that spectacular bird symphony). Set postwar, but before the events in “The Promise” trilogy.
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.
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.