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quillthrillswriting · 1 month

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i think that by far, the most common zutara trope i've seen is zuko freeing katara from her unhappy marriage with the clingy, unappreciative aang.

i've always felt that that aang would genuinely worship the ground katara walked on and be exceedingly kind and respectful, and so i've always thought that this trope would make a lot more sense flipped, with aang in the position of being katara's safe space after zukko reverts back to his angry, sullen, lashing out persona that he was before uncle iroh & the gaang's involvement.

this fic is the result of me having the thought "might f around and write a kataang fic that flips the usual zutara trope of "zuko helps katara escape a failing relationship with aang" 😳"

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Zuko was all alone, heading an entire empire and facilitating the transition of his nation from a war-bringer to a force for peace. At first, she told herself that it was only because he had needed help that she chose to stay with him, but that wasn’t being entirely honest. After that play on Ember Island, all of the scenes where the two of them were in love had opened Katara’s eyes to the possibility, and try as she might, she couldn’t shut them again. And Zuko, after all that he’d sacrificed to help them, after redeeming himself in her eyes, even fighting alongside her, he had seemed like her best chance at home.

So she had stayed with him.

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Zuko proposed, after just six months, but Katara thought little of the brief timeline. When you know, you know, right? He had given her his mother’s ring, and had her dress in Fire Nation colours for the ceremony. She had been under the impression that the wedding would be a welding of cultures, and so she had spent weeks painstakingly carving a traditional water tribe proposal necklace.

When she had presented it to him, Zuko had only said that a Fire Lord couldn’t be seen wearing another nation’s trinkets . She had quietly dabbed away her tears when he wasn’t looking.

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The moon rose and set six more nights before Katara rose with it, slipping outside of the castle during the changing of the guard, draped in traditional water tribe colours for the first night in years. Before anyone had seen her, she had made it, slipping between Fire Nation homes almost silently. She only paused to pull clothes and a cloth head covering from a clothesline, silently apologizing to whatever family she had just stolen from. She tucked a couple of coins and a piece of gold jewellery into one of the pockets of the pants still on the clothesline, an attempt at making amends for her crime, then blended into the night again.

She hadn’t stopped moving until she’d finally found a small forest, then she’d made herself a bed of moss and curled up as if she was a child back on the tundra, pretending to be a sleeping snow fox alongside Sokka.

She missed her brother. She missed her home.

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She knew where she would go once the cargo ship reached the land. The last location Aang had been in was the Western Air temple. So that was where she would go. If she needed to, to find Aang, she’d scour every inch of the mainland. She knew he would do the same for her. Which begged the question- why hadn’t he come to her when he began to feel that something was off?

It was that question that Katara started with, as she settled into a comfortable position on Aang’s woven rug, a cup of hot tea curling steam around her body that she absent-mindedly bent into shapes around her.

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Aang sighed, looking away. “Katara, I hate to give you more reasons to feel distressed, but in case you hadn’t remembered, you told me to stay away. Told me my “juvenile crush” was ridiculous and made you uncomfortable. I felt awful, and so, I backed off. I kept sending letters every couple months, trying to make sure you were okay, but you told me you were too busy, and I respected that.”

Katara’s tone was unsettlingly neutral when she responded. “...What?”

Aang titled his head, confused. “You said, in your letters, that-”

She responded in that same tone. “What letters , Aang?”

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fandom-fluff-of-the-day · 6 months

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Today's fluff is more Kataang

#fandom fluff of the day #fluff of the day #fluff #atla #atla aang #atla katara #avatar the last airbender #atla fluff #aang x katara fluff #katara x aang #aang x katara #kataang

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cabbageslost · 10 months

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Kataang Week - Day 3

To Do the Talking - AO3 | FF

After a moment, Katara spoke. "Remember Ember Island, when I didn't even have space in my head to think beyond the next few days?" Aang gave a nod, still watching the warm colors wash over the rooftops. Katara continued, turning to face him. "I've really enjoyed seeing what peacetime is like with you this past month -- with all of you. And now that I don't have my every thought flooded with us all just staying alive, I've had time to think about how I want to live."

My entry for the Kataang Week: Confessions prompt. Wherein Katara confesses she's ready to try dating, and The Gaang confesses they are far from shocked.

#kataangtag #kataang week #kataang week 2023 #kataang #katara #aang #atla fanfic #mild shenanigaangs #mostly fluff

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northerngoshawk · 1 year

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a love worth fighting for

vi. hope

Rating: T

Chapter: ✨6 of 6✨

Story Summary:

He is the Avatar, and she is a Water Tribe girl. The world told them both to stay away from each other, for the Avatar must not become attached to mere mortals. But Katara would sooner fight hurricanes than let society tear them apart. Or: the Kataang forbidden lovers AU.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

Chapter Summary:

True to their word, the masters searched the corners of the earth for suitable companions that could “bolster the Avatar’s cause.” It was only a testament to their global connectedness that they managed to find three more companions within a mere six months. Companions, the masters called them. Detached and formal, as they most likely intended for the Avatar. But the truth was, Katara thought to herself as she gazed upon them now, the truth was that they were friends. - In which Aang and Katara face the war together.

read on ao3 or ffn

#northern's fanfiction #kataang #aang #katara #forbidden lovers #childhood friends #friends to lovers #angst #pining #fluff #happy ending #atla fanfiction #kataang fanfiction #kataang fanfic #kataang fic

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flameohotwife · 1 year

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Unspoken, Undeniable Chapter 11

Story summary: Slight AU where Aang and Katara never kiss on the submarine or at EIP, and don't get together on Iroh's balcony after the war. They remain close--best--friends, though, and when Aang reaches adulthood and leaders and nobles try to pressure him into a relationship, he seeks out Katara's help in avoiding them.

💖🌟 @coyotelemon is the best beta 🌟💖

Chapter 11: The Future

“What are we DOING?!” Aang nearly yelled, so shocked with his own actions that he almost dropped her, and Katara had to cling to his shoulders to keep from falling. She gripped his hips harder with her legs, which definitely did not help.

“Spirits, Katara, I’m so, so sorry,” Aang whispered, leaning his forehead into her shoulder and trying desperately to quell the throbbing he knew she could feel. The only thing that separated them was his light flaxen pants and her lower wraps. Oh, this is so embarrassing. “I don’t know what came over me. I was not trying to take advantage of you or anything, I…”

“Aang, it’s okay,” Katara soothed. He could still feel her chest heaving for breath against his own. Also not helping… “I got carried away, too, I guess…”

Read THE END OF THE STORY AAAAHHHH on ao3 or ffn

P.S. There WILL be an explicit one-shot sequel to this story posted in a week or two, but this is the end of the rated T story. Thank you all SO MUCH for reading and for encouraging me! I hope you enjoy <3

#kataang #kataangtag #kataang fanfic #fake dating au #omg guys it's the end!#i can't believe i wrote this whole thing and it's DONE #no more confusion just happy idiots in love for REAL now #enjoy the fluff bomb and the kilig

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thebakingqueen5 · 2 years

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KW 2022: Drunk Kataang

Day 4 of Kataang Week 2022 hosted by @kataang-week with the prompt Drunk Kataang!

Links: AO3 || FF.net

Summary: Do I seriously have to come up with a new one of these every year? Kataang Week 2022 Day 4: Drunk Kataang. While Kataang loved each other sober, they couldn’t help but find each other’s drunk selves equally endearing.

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The press, particularly the fangirls masquerading as press, had always gotten on Katara’s nerves.

She supposed it was a natural consequence of her and her friends saving the world at such a young age and going on to become world leaders and dignitaries, but did they have to be so freaking insistent? Katara was positive that if she had a yuan for every time she’d caught a journalist or a cameraperson trailing them on the streets of Cranefish Town, soon to be known as Republic City, she would have enough money to buy each and every tabloid company.

She loathed reading all of their over-the-top, greatly exaggerated headlines whenever they went out into the city- “Avatar Aang Cheating On His Wife?!”, “Councilwoman Katara Keeping Secrets From the People!”, “Pregnancy On The Horizon?”- it never seemed to end!

The journalists rarely asked any meaningful questions from her own personal experience, instead sticking to quite… malleable questions, the answers of which they could use to paint you as the four nations’ biggest hero or worst enemy, depending on their mood that day.

Due to all the mess it seemed to cause, Katara rarely paid any mind to what she and Aang would be asked during their weekly errands into the city. However, one day while out shopping for the newest shipment of exotic fruits from the southern Earth Kingdom, a particular question caught her attention.

“What is the other like while drunk?”

The reporter asking her looked quite young, maybe in her mid-20s, with thick brown hair up in a bun and a notepad in hand. Though Katara ignored the girl and would never give her answer to the media themselves, she couldn’t help but muse on the question; the waterbender hadn’t really thought about it before.

Of course, the couple had seen each other drunk many times before. They were only 20 and 22, but that didn’t stop Sokka and Toph from dragging them both to the newest local bar they had found once Aang had turned of age. It would also typically be one of the two benders that was designated the “responsible one” for that night, making sure everyone in their little group got home safely. This made for quite an interesting collection of stories to tell, as both Katara and Aang had very vivid and clear memories of the other’s drunken shenanigans.

Katara grinned just thinking about the last time Aang had gotten drunk as she added another orange to her basket.

What was Aang like while drunk?

“Affectionate,” the waterbender thought, chuckling to herself, “And that was putting it mildly.”

Alcohol tended to amplify traits already present in a person, and Aang was no different. Aang was no lightweight, but Drunk Aang, or Draangk as Sokka (and Katara) liked to call him, never failed to entertain Katara with his flirty and hilariously forgetful self.

“Katara?” Aang had hiccuped once, looking at her with as serious a look as he could muster.

The waterbender raised an eyebrow at him, an amused sparkle in her eyes. “Yes, sweetie?”

“I have something very… hic …important to ask you.” His eyes were wide and grave, cheeks flushed as he swayed a little on the bar stool.

“Go on, Aang.”

“You shouldn’t… hic …you shouldn’t fall from Appa. You should fall… hic …for me instead!!”

Katara looked down very intently at the stone tile of the bar flooring, pressing her hand to her mouth and barely resisting the urge to laugh.

“Sweetie,” she began after clearing her throat and sitting back up, her composure regained. “I already have fallen for you. We’re a couple, remember?”

The waterbender had never really understood what it meant to have a smile that could light up an entire city, but she thought she was getting the idea now. Judging by the look on his face, Katara swore she could’ve told Aang that the whole city was on fire and he wouldn’t have even given it a second thought.

“Really??” Aang asked gleefully, his seat creaking underneath him as he bounced up and down in excitement. “Do you… hic …think we could get married?”

“My love, we got married three years ago.”

The airbender gasped in incredulity before hiccuping again. “No. Way.”

Katara scrunched her nose playfully, a smile finally having made its way to her face. “Yes way. I’m pretty sure I was there, Aang.”

“You’ll never believe this but me… hic …too!!! Gosh, we have so much in… hic …common we must be soulmates or something.”

The airbender gasped again, getting off his chair and taking Katara’s hands in his, his eyes staring deeply into hers.

“Katara.”

“That’s me, sweetie.”

“Will you marry me????”

Katara snorted, both in and at the memory as she snapped back to the present, paying the woman who ran the fruit stand 15 yuan. Aang always knew hot to make her laugh, albeit not always knowingly. It was little moments like those that made her fall in love with him even more. In fact, as if the peak of Aang’s drunken high wasn’t endearing enough, an even sweeter side of him always came out after they had gone home, and it never failed to make Katara’s heart melt.

“Kataraaaaaa- hic -aaaaaaa,” Aang whined later that night from his position lying on the bed. “I miss youuuuuu.”

The waterbender blushed as she pulled her head through the opening of her satin nightgown in front of the mirror, quickly walking over to the bed and accepting the embrace of Aang’s outstretched arms.

“I’m right here, sweetie,” she murmured, her tired muscles relishing in the feeling of her firebending husband holding her so close. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah… hic, it was fun. I wish I… hic …spent more time with you though, sweetie.”

Katara lifted up her head from Aang’s chest, quirking an eyebrow at the airbender. “We were together all night.”

“I know,” he said simply. “It just… hic …it never feels like enough. I wanna be with you more than… hic …all the time.”

She groaned internally, her heart fully a puddle on the ground as she struggled to find words to express her love for the one underneath her. Where on Earth had she found such an undeniably sweet and perfect person?

“We can spend more time together tomorrow if you’re up for it, sweetie,” she finally said after a few moments of internally squealing. “But for now, I think you’re gonna need a good night’s rest, so let’s try and go to bed okay?”

Aang nodded vigorously and peppered kisses all over the top of Katara’s head and around her face.

“What?” he asked when she gave him an amused look. “If I’m not gonna… hic …be able to kiss you for the next eight hours, I might as well get it in now.”

Katara chuckled, reaching up and pressing a long, sweet kiss to his lips. “I love you so much.”

“More than stewed sea prunes?” Aang asked, his face not containing the slightest hint of humor.

“More than an entire buffet worth of stewed sea prunes.”

“How about a lifetime supply?”

“More than three lifetime supplies,” Katara amended for good measure.

Aang grinned, seemingly satisfied with this answer, before giving the waterbender one last kiss. “I… hic …love you too, Tara. G’night.”

“Goodnight.”

Katara sighed heavily, though not unhappily, back in the present. It had been a while since she and Aang had gotten the chance to go out; those memories seemed like they had taken place ages ago, though they were good memories nevertheless.

“Everything alright, Katara?” she heard a voice ask from behind her.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she replied, greeting the airbender with a quick kiss. “A reporter just got me reminiscing.”

“A reporter?” Aang raised an eyebrow. “That can’t be good.”

“Nothing that bad, for once,” she said, weaving through the crowd. “Just a question that got me thinking.”

“What was the question?”

Katara looked up at Aang, exaggerating and contorting her facial expressions while speaking in the excited but nasally tone all the reporters seemed to have. “What is the other person like while drunk?”

“Ooh, okay that’s actually not a bad question, especially with all the stories I have about you.”

The waterbender scoffed, lightly pulling on his sleeve to tell him to stop at the grain stand.

“Like what?” she whispered quietly while looking through the different kinds of rice they had.

“Remember the cactus juice incident?” Aang whispered back, patting a sack of barley.

Katara gasped, affronted.

“You swore we would never speak of that again,” she hissed.

“I did no such thing!” Aang said, his voice now an aggressive whisper. “Why in the world would I pass up a chance to share the tales of your shenanigans after thinking Toph’s pitcher of cactus juice and rum was just some odd-tasting apple juice? Who would even bring apple juice, any non-alcoholic drink really, to an informal event hosted by Toph?!”

“I was young,” Katara said dramatically. Aang snickered, earning him a playful glare as she continued. “Too innocent and too naive for such a harsh world.”

“Too drunk and giggly it seemed as well,” he muttered under his breath, gaze turning back to the barley as Katara squinted her eyes at him.

“What?” Aang feigned innocence.

“I heard that,” she said dryly, and then pointed to a bag of jasmine rice and asked the shopkeeper for its price. “We’ll talk later,” she whispered as she passed Aang on her way to the till.

“Oh yes, we will,” Aang said, sticking his tongue out at her, the waterbender returning the gesture. He shook his head once she was out of sight, chuckling to himself.

Ah, the great Cactus Juice Incident of 106 AG.

Katara, like Aang, was by no means a lightweight, and more often than not the more responsible drinker who knew her limits well.

That night however?

That night was an entirely different story.

Aang had turned 18 a few months prior, meaning it was Toph’s turn to finally be of drinking age in the Earth Kingdom, not that the rebellious earthbender hadn’t drank before. Naturally, when her parents gave her a rather large fund to spend on a celebration, Toph went all out. Plain water had been quite the scarcity at her party, leading to a multitude of shenanigans taking place that night by various partygoers, though most of them involved either Toph or Sokka.

It was at this event that Aang saw Katara possibly the drunkest she had ever been or ever would be, and to say he found great amusement in the waterbender’s antics would’ve been a dire understatement.

See, there was one thing Drunk Aang was right about- Katara and Aang were quite similar, and it showed in their drunken personas. Though Drunk Katara was by no means as verbally affectionate as Drunk Aang, she was quite physically affectionate, clinging on to Aang that night like a purple pentapus (not that Aang minded of course).

In her ever motherly and responsible nature, she had also tried her best to be the mature one of the group but instead ended up dissolving into laughter every other minute at the smallest of things.

In addition, due to Katara’s smaller stature in comparison to Aang, she tended to stay drunk longer, still extremely giggly and cheery even after they had already gotten on the ferry back to Air Temple Island.

“Aang?” she had asked him, eyes wide and innocent as he looked into her sea-blue eyes.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“I wanna be closer to you.”

“Sweetie, we’re already hugging,” an amused Aang replied, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“I know,” Katara sighed and buried her head in the fabric of his shirt. “I still wanna be closer to you.”

“How so, my love?”

The waterbender tilted her head up to look at him. “Kiss me.”

Aang chuckled, leaning down to happily oblige her.

“Happy?” he murmured as he pressed another kiss to forehead.

Katara giggled. “Happy is a funny word. It has two p’s but you only say one!”

The airbender snorted at his wife’s revelation. “What about ‘giggled’?”

She gasped, laughing. “‘Giggled’ is an even funnier word!!! It has two g’s, but it also has seven letters and ‘seven’ has two e’s!!!!” Katara went on her tiptoes and pressed a bunch of kisses to Aang’s cheek.

“What was that for?”

“For showing me such a funny word!!!!”

Aang chuckled and pulled her a little closer as a chilly breeze went by. “You are so drunk right now, Katara.”

“Am not!” she huffed. “I am perfectly sober. So sober, in fact, that I can tell you when the next ferry is. It was 2 AM when we left, and it takes us 15 minutes to get from Toph’s house to the docks, so the next ferry should be at 2:30.”

“Sweetie?”

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Well, yes, but we’re already on that ferry. In fact, we’ve arrived.”

Katara burst into laughter, tears of joy coming to her eyes in seconds. “‘Ferry’ and ‘arrived’ are wunny fords too! They hoth bave two r’s!!!” She gasped again. “‘Funny’ is a funny word!!!”

Aang stared blankly at the waterbender, vowing to make sure she never drank four cups of cactus juice again. “Yeah, okay, let’s get you to bed, sweetie.”

The airbender quickly turned Katara around and lightly pushed her to walk off the boat, thanking the captain as he disembarked. He quickly picked her up bridal-style, which resulted in Katara having a whole existential crisis on why “style” had a y and not an e, before using his airbending to jump them up to their balcony and enter their bedroom.

“I’m gonna go change. Do you need any help doing the same, sweetie?” he asked her as he closed the balcony door behind him and opened a few windows.

“Nope,” Katara replied, popping the ‘p’. “I’ll be fine.”

Aang quickly walked into his closet and got dressed in his normal sleepwear of a pair of loose cotton pants. He then walked back out and got under the covers of their bed, relishing in the feeling of the soft mattress after standing for the last few hours.

“I’m ready!” Katara giggled as she emerged and joined Aang underneath the blankets.

Aang raised his eyebrow at her, blushing and trying his best to keep his gaze above her neckline. “Sweetie… you’re not wearing anything.”

“I’m wearing my engagement necklace,” she replied matter-of-factly. “‘Sweetie’ is a funny word too.”

“Other than your necklace, I mean.”

The waterbender shrugged, laying her head next to Aang’s as she rested one of her arms on his bare chest and kissed his cheek. “I told you, I wanted to feel close to you.”

Aang blushed and drew her in flush to his body, a grin fighting its way onto his face as he pressed a kiss to her hair. Even drunk out of her mind, at the end of the day, she just wanted him. Aang couldn’t believe she was real sometimes.

“Have I ever told you how lucky I am to have you?” he murmured.

“Not-” Katara yawned. “Not luckier than me,” she mumbled. “Too amazing for that.”

Aang chuckled, lightly resting his head on hers. “I love you, sweetie. Goodnight.”

“‘Sweetie.’” Katara giggled. “Goodnight.”

“What’re you so smiley about?” Katara interrupted his trance, having finally returned from the back of the shop.

Aang shook his head and snapped out of it. “Oh, I was smiling?”

The waterbender rolled her eyes. “Is it safe to say it was related to the cactus juice incident?”

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Maybe a little. Any chance we can grab some cactus juice on the way home?”

Katara snorted. “Only if you’re the one drinking it. I quite enjoy being proposed to twice in the span of five minutes by the husband I already married, you know.”

“Awwww, I was hoping we could find some more funny words,” Aang pouted playfully.

“Not a chance,” she laughed and paid the shopkeeper for the barley and rice. “C’mon, we have more errands to run.”

The two left the shop, just as another swarm of reporters found them and started asking questions.

“Avatar Aang- would you and your wife be able to join us for an interview next Tuesday?”

“Master Katara! Have you found any waterbending regiments that correlate with weight loss for our readers?”

“When are you planning to have children? Will the Air Nation be repopulated soon?”

Aang and Katara gave each other a look and laughed together.

Just another day in the life of two of the most powerful benders in the world.

#kataang week #kataang fanfic #kataangtag #kataang #aang x katara #katara x aang #fluff #romance #atla fanfiction #avatar the last airbender #atla #drunk kataang #drunk shenanigans #stan draangk for a better life

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fixationsbigandsmall · 2 years

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The second day of @atla-polyam-week

Prompt: living together

return of KataangJi

[ID: a digital painting of Aang, Katara and On Ji sitting on a sofa. Katara and On Ji have their legs intertwined. Aang is wearing a yellow t-shirt and orange shorts. Katara is wearing a blue tank top and dark leggins. On Ji is wearing a dark red dress. Behind them, there is a poster of Aang's glider in the sky. End Id]

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vibee2001 · 7 months

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#avatarthelastairbender #katara #aang #kataang #fanart #atla #kataangtag #kataang fluff #my art #digital art #procreate #wake up

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quillthrillswriting · 27 days

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aang being a bad parent is CHARACTER ASSASSINATION and i won't stand for it. i just know that him and katara wouldn't be focused on just passing on bending, but the *teachings* and ideals of both of their tribes to all their children, regardless of bending status.

OR, aang and katara become parents and aang finds out that parenting is his proudest achievement, more so than stopping a hundred year war or holding the position of avatar

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Of all the battles he had fought as the Avatar, all the struggles through which he had prevailed, Aang thought that perhaps parenthood was his life’s true proudest achievement. He’d known from the moment Katara had found out that they’d be parents that she’d be a wonderful mother, but he’d be lying if he said that he had been entirely confident in his own abilities.

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Despite the many hats he had to wear for work, he always made a point of coming home to Katara as much as he possibly could. What was being the Avatar for, if not to use his abilities to race home to the love of his life?

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Their third child, Tenzin, had immediately been identified as an airbender by Aang. He told Katara that he could just feel it, he could see it in the way his son moved through the air , waving his hands as if the oxygen itself was a tangible thing he could touch. As Bumi grew up, it was clear that he would be much more calm and stern than his two rambunctious siblings, perhaps in an unconscious attempt to balance them out.

Aang taught him the airbending traditions the same way he continued to teach Tenzin’s siblings- he brought the three, along with Katara when she could take a break from work, to the air temples to aid in their restoration. He taught Tenzin the airbending forms, but he taught him in a group, with his other two siblings. For Kya, the airbending forms were applicable to her own waterbending, and for Bumi, they were a way for him to better understand the flow of chi through the body and calm his energetic nature.

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“Do you think they’re going to turn out alright?” Katara asked, and both pride and nervousness were present in her tone. “Are we doing a good job?”

Aang smiled softly at her, wrapping his arm around her smaller frame. “For a couple with only one parent between the two of us, I think we’re doing alright.”

Katara’s only response was a laugh and a splash of water to his face from the water she carried at her hip. She carefully bent it back into the bottle.

“They’re doing wonderfully.” Aang looked into the courtyard, where Kya and Bumi were locked in the mud, Kya bending mud-balls and Bumi throwing them back at her, while Tenzin tried in vain to get between them. “We have beautiful kids, Katara. Beautiful souls, too. The air nomad culture will live through them. It doesn’t matter if just Tenzin is an airbender- what the nomads would have wanted to be passed on is their way of life .”

♥ check out the rest of the (completed) fic & my ao3 here! ->

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fandom-fluff-of-the-day · 6 months

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Today's Fluff is Katara and Aang

#fandom fluff of the day #fluff of the day #fluff #atla fluff #atla aang #atla #atla katara #avatar aang #avatar the last airbender #aang x katara #aang x katara fluff #katara x aang #kataang

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tragedykery · 2 years

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[through gritted teeth] my writing doesn’t have to be perfect and I can just write silly stuff and have fun with it without worrying about that

#elli rambles #where’s that one post of mine where I wrote an entire essay in the tags on feeling like my fics should be perfect & thus not writing a lot #of fluff etc bc I’ve got this unconscious idea that sadness is more poetic #anyway I finally finished my first fic for sapphic week yesterday #it’s qpr kataang for the prompt aspec sapphics <3 #now I’ve got an idea for yue.ki + first meetings

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cabbageslost · 10 months

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Kataang Week - Day 6

Spirits Save Me - AO3 | FF

It started one evening as they were setting up camp with their friends. Aang sidled over to Katara, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and leaned his head close. "So. Katara," he began, keeping his expression serious. "Would you say I... light up your life?" he finished with a grin, producing a flame in his hand with a flourish. Or, Aang learns cheesy puns and Katara begs the Spirits for patience. | My entry for Kataang Week 2023: Spirits

#kataang week 2023 #kataang week #kataangtag #aang #katara #atla fanfic #kataang #kataang fluff and puns #two of my favorite things

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mistbix · 25 days

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kataang hurt/comfort fluff head pats running hand over buzzcut cafuné naps tired fic ao3 search

#avatar the last airbender #atla #kataang #katara #aang #everything is great with hurt/comfort #mi arte

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northerngoshawk · 2 years

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where we’re meant to be

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary:

She flinched as a wave of heat rippled through the air, searing her skin. She could hear the raging inferno racing towards them from behind, and in the corner of her eye she could just make out flames licking the walls. When she inhaled, she got a lungful of hot air and smoke and coughed, the raggedness grating heavily in her chest. Over the roaring fire, she could just make out the shouts of the guards as they scrambled to find their missing prisoners.

Keep going, she told herself. Don’t stop. Don’t let them catch you.

(don’t let them take him) - Katara and Aang were captured. They escape, and this is how they did it. Complete with fluff. Oneshot.

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KW 2022: Sneaking Off

Day 3 of Kataang Week 2022 hosted by @kataang-week with the prompt Sneaking Off!

Links: AO3 || FF.net

Summary: Do I seriously have to come up with a new one of these each year? Kataang Week 2022 Day 3: Sneaking Off. Aang's been oddly secretive lately, so a pregnant Katara finally finds out what her dear husband has been up to.

Word Count: 4.0k

Katara had a dilemma.

It had been almost a decade since the Hundred Years’ War had ended, and it would be an understatement to say that a lot had happened in that time. The world had been ushered into a new era of peace by Katara and her friends. They had all grown up a lot from the teenagers they were when they ended the war- they were older, stronger, more mature, and, as of recently, starting families of their own.

Katara and Aang had gotten married about six years ago during a week of grand celebration at the Southern Air Temple and Southern Water Tribe. Before and since, they had traveled, seen the world, and were finally beginning to settle down. The political atmosphere of the former Fire Nation colonies on the west coast of the Earth Kingdom had led to most global-level meetings being held in the heart of the colonies in Cranefish Town. As a result, the couple had decided to create a permanent settlement near the city, both for their family to grow and for the Air Nation as a whole to have a representative at world council meetings.

Which left Katara, five months pregnant, with her current dilemma.

Ever since she had found out she was pregnant, the months had passed by like a whirlwind. There was always so much happening all at once; they had to worry about the colonies, doctor appointments for the baby, her grandmother’s recent health scare, working on construction on the island, making a nursery, helping with their friends’ weddings, and so on. However, at the same time, Katara felt like she couldn’t be happier.

She had never once wavered in her assertion that Aang would be an amazing father and husband, but even if she had had the slightest of doubts before, she certainly didn’t have them now.

Somehow, despite all the chaos, Aang always managed to make her feel like the only person in the world, like she was the only thing that mattered.

The airbender would spend hours blowing off council meetings he deemed unnecessary just to be with her and the unborn baby in her tummy, much to the council’s chagrin. He’d sing the baby songs before bedtime, lie next to Katara’s stomach to talk to them while Katara would read or sew, and would even regale the baby with adventurous stories, more often than not telling them how amazing their mom was in addition to various tales of the Gaang’s exploits before the war had ended.

Aang had done nothing but spend the last five months being attentive and caring and making Katara fall in love with him a little more each day, which is what made the events of recent so very odd.

For the last two weeks or so, Aang seemed… off. He’d get home from work, give her and her stomach a quick kiss, take Appa back to the stables for longer than Katara thought he normally did, and then say he had to help with some other area of the island that was still under construction before sneaking off for hours at a time.

Granted, it wasn’t like he was completely ignoring her- he’d usually come back for a late dinner and spend the rest of the night with her being the same sweet, loving, and affectionate husband he had always been, but something still felt wrong.

But what could Katara even say? On one hand, she didn’t want to come off as clingy. Of course Aang wasn’t obligated to spend every free moment of his time with her! She could’ve been making a big deal of nothing, being well aware of how her pregnancy hormones had been making her more paranoid and worried lately.

On the other hand, Katara and Aang had always been able to tell each other everything. They weren’t just husband and wife- they were each other’s best friends. Rarely was there a secret that one of them would be able to keep from the other for more than a day or two. Now? It seemed like they were distant, like they were drifting apart, and it worried Katara.

“Ugh,” she groaned and flopped down onto the bed.

At that moment, as if sensing her frustration, Momo flew in through the window, landing on the pillow next to her and making Katara sigh.

“What do you think I should do, Momo?” she asked the lemur while scratching the fur under his chin. “Am I overthinking it? Or am I not thinking about it enough?” The lemur chirped at her before jumping off the bed and flying away back out the window.

“Great,” she said dryly. “Now there’s two gravity-defying creatures on this island sneaking off away from me. How lovely.”

“Master Katara?” an air acolyte spoke from the doorway, breaking her out of her thoughts. “Your brother is on the island and wishes to see you.”

Katara frowned. She didn’t think she was expecting a visit from anyone today. Nevertheless, she nodded to the acolyte. “Send him in.”

The acolyte, Sholan she thought his name was, bowed and left to get Sokka, who poked his head through the doorway a few minutes later.

“Hey, Katara. Where’s Aang?” he asked as he walked in.

The waterbender got up off the bed, putting her hand on her hip, her eyebrow raised questioningly. “Nice to see you too, big brother,” she deadpanned. “And haha, very funny. Aang is in a meeting right now. A meeting that you’re supposed to be in too…”

Sokka frowned, squinting at her. “What are you talking about? There’s no meeti- ohhh.”

Katara cocked her head to the side. “What do you mean ‘ohhh’? If Aang isn’t in a meeting with you then where is he? What’s going on?”

“Nowhere! Nothing!” Sokka squeaked. “Just do me a favor? Tell Aang I stopped by and that uh… that Zuko’s gonna blow a gasket if he misses the next meeting.”

Katara stammered, “B-b-but why-”

“Thanks, Katara! You’re the best! I think I hear Suki calling me for lunch so I’m just gonna go now. Bye!” Sokka said quickly, practically running out the door and down the hall to catch the next ferry.

“It’s 4 o’candle and Suki’s visiting her parents on Kyoshi island!” she yelled after him, her brother already out of earshot.

Katara huffed. If she didn’t think something was up before, she definitely did now, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

Obviously, Aang had been doing something, and her brother appeared to be in on it, but what was she to do? She couldn’t very well go up to him and tell him everything she knew on the chance that maybe he did have a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this.

Once again, as if sensing her energy, Momo returned flying through the window, this time with a freshly picked moon peach in his hands.

“Maybe you’re right, Momo,” Katara told the winged primate. “I’ll just ask him if he can stay for dinner and ask him about the meeting then. He wouldn’t lie to my face, right?”

He paused his eating to chirp in agreement before going back to vigorously devouring the fruit, its juice staining the fur around his mouth.

“C’mon you pampered lemur,” she laughed as she grabbed him, much to Momo’s displeasure if his panicked chattering was any indication. “Let’s get you cleaned up and start cooking.”

With that, Katara got to work. Over the next few hours, she made a plethora of Aang’s favorite foods- sweet rice, steamed vegetables, and, of course, egg custard tarts, making sure everything was absolutely perfect for when Aang came home.

“He can’t say no to egg custard tarts, right Momo?” she asked him. The lemur did not comment, seeming to have other plans as his grubby little hands reached for a piece of fruit in the sweet rice.

“Momo, no!” Katara scolded, moving the pot away from him. “There are plenty of fresh fruits for you outside and in the greenhouse. You know you can’t eat rice!”

Momo chattered back at her angrily, hands still stretched in the direction of the vessel.

“I said no, Momo. You need to-”

“Oh come on,” a voice interrupted. “He picks off the rice anyways.”

Katara whipped around when she heard him, her legs unable to take her fast enough as she tackled her husband in a hug, one which he happily returned.

“You act like we haven’t seen each other in years,” he mumbled quietly. He sighed softly, smelling her familiar scent and relishing the feeling of her in his arms.

“Feels that way sometimes,” she whispered back, her voice muffled by his chest.

“I missed you too.” Aang peppered Katara’s face with kisses before kneeling down to kiss her stomach. “And of course, I missed you, little one.”

The waterbender chuckled, rubbing her stomach. “Baby missed you too.”

Aang stood back up, his arms wrapping around Katara as he pressed kisses all around the side of her face. She smiled, melting into his touch.

“Baby saw his uncle today, you know.”

“Sokka came by?” Aang replied, trying to hide his curiosity.

“Yeah. He was looking for you, actually.” Katara peeked a glance at her husband, trying to gauge his reaction. “He wanted me to tell you, and I quote, ‘that Zuko was going to blow a gasket if you missed the next meeting,’ whatever that’s supposed to mean.”

Aang frowned. “Why would Zuk- ohhh.”

“Why would Zuko what?”

“Nothing! Nothing at all! Just me being forgetful, you know how I am.”

Katara squinted at the airbender, his arms still around her but his hands fidgety. Aang may have had a short attention span from time to time, but his memory was sharper than Sokka’s space sword; it was the only way he’d been able to survive remembering all his Avatar duties and council meetings.

“Okay… well, our baby would also like to know if you can maybe stay for dinner?” she started. “I know you’ve been working a lot lately, so I made egg custard tarts and sweet rice.” Katara looked up into his stormy gray eyes, desperately hoping that just this once he’d say ‘yes’ so that she could find out what was going on with her husband.

She only had to make eye contact for a second before she shrugged off his embrace and averted his gaze. She already knew what his answer was.

“Katara-”

“Save it,” she muttered, her arms hugging her torso as she stepped away from him. “I don’t really want to talk to you right now.”

Aang looked on helplessly, walking up to her again and resting his arms on her belly from behind. “I know I’ve been preoccupied lately with the… with the construction and all, but I’m so close to being done. You have no idea.”

Katara remained silent, still rigid against his embrace.

“One hour,” the airbender whispered as pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder. “Probably less if I hurry. But I promise you, in one hour, I’ll be done and it’ll all make sense. Please.”

She sighed, turning around with a frown on her face. “Well, I guess I can’t stop you.”

Aang grinned and kissed her, a long and sweet kiss that almost made her forget she was ever mad at him. “I love you more than is humanly possible,” he said before kissing her again. “See you in an hour?”

Katara nodded, looking at him sternly. “One hour. No more.”

“Avatar promise,” he winked at her. He then got out his staff, hurried out the door, and flew towards the mainland, in the direction where the dormitories happened to be.

The waterbender watched him until the blue of his staff was indistinguishable against the cerulean sky before returning to the kitchen, covering the food she had made so that it would still be warm by the time he got back. She then walked over to the sofa and lay down on her side, grabbing the book on the side table.

“Might as well catch up on some reading.”

30 minutes later…

“Ugh, I don’t wanna catch up on my reading,” she groaned.

“What if I just brought him some snacks? A few sweet buns we have left over from the other night? I know he hasn’t wanted me to help with the construction in case something happened and I or the baby got hurt, but he said it would only take him an hour! Finishing touches like that shouldn’t be dangerous anyways,” Katara thought aloud.

A little-known fact about Katara: more often than not, she had an iron will and a very good sense of what she was going to do.

When she didn’t, however? The waterbender could justify practically anything to herself if she wasn’t already set on it, leading to ages of internal debate.

“Do I do it? Or do I not? Do I go? Or do I stay? Do I be nosy? Or do I let Aang show me his work himself when he gets back? Agh!” she yelled.

“Master Katara?” Sholan, the acolyte from earlier, though this time with a few others accompanying him, interrupted. “Is everything alright?”

“What? Oh! Yes, yes, nothing to worry about.” Katara paused. “Sholan, do you know if Avatar Aang has finished his work on the dormitories and is making his way back yet?”

Sholan gave her a look of confusion. “Master Katara, Avatar Aang finished the dormitories last week. No construction work at all has been done sin-”

“Shhh!” the acolytes next to Sholan hushed him.

“Would you excuse us for a moment?” one of them smiled, grabbing Sholan and talking quietly away from the doorway.

Katara wasn’t about to outrightly poke her head in the hall and listen in, but she was still able to catch a few snippets of their conversation.

“Master Katara… …not supposed to tell… …secret… …Avatar’s orders…”

And just like that, it was as if Katara’s heart had shattered like glass. Aang had been hiding something from her, apparently, something he saw fit to tell the acolytes and Sokka about but not her. She rubbed her eyes furiously, feeling the moisture well up inside.

“Stop that, Katara!” she thought to herself. “Enough of this! Wherever Aang is, chances are he’s probably still on the island. And even if he’s not, you’re going to find him and figure out what he’s up to!”

Taking a deep breath, she got up off the sofa, now more determined than ever. She poked her head out into the hallway, the acolytes now gone for some reason, and hurried down the steps of the tower to go outside and begin her search.

And boy, was she determined.

First, she checked the airbender training arena. Nothing.

Then she checked the meditation pavilion. Still nothing.

Next, she checked the dormitories. Nothing, though they did look recently completed like the acolyte had said.

The greenhouse? Nothing. The temple? Nothing. The plaza? Nothing. The stables? Nothing, not that she was even surprised at this point.

Katara huffed, feet aching from her trek as she finally sat down on a stone bench in the garden, stoically bending some water from the stream running beside her. It just felt like lie after lie at this point, and she was getting tired of it. Where could Aang have gone? Why was he going anywhere at all? What was he even doi-

Suddenly, she was broken out of her thoughts by an all-too-familiar flash of orange robes landing in a small clearing next to the garden. She waited for a moment- the only way to get to the main building from there would be to go through the garden as it was right in front of the entrance. Lo and behold, there was her husband, jogging towards her and carrying a small bundle in his hands.

“Katara?” he said, out-of-breath. “What are you doing outside?”

“Nothing much. Just thinking.”

“About?” he quirked an eyebrow up at her, his steps slower as he got closer.

“Let’s see,” she said dryly. “First, I was thinking about why my husband seemed to be disappearing so much. Then I got to wonder why he said he was in a meeting with Sokka and Zuko when it appeared that Sokka seemed to have no memory of any such meeting,” her voice began to rise.

“After that, I started questioning why he refused to have dinner with me after I spent hours making-” Her voice broke, tears threatening to escape her eyes.

“After I spent hours making his favorite foods and making sure everything would be perfect. To top it all off!” Katara knew there was no stopping the flooding of her eyes spilling onto her cheeks. “I found out that the dormitories he’s been building, the ones he’s been telling me so much about for how excited he was gonna be when they were done, were actually finished a week ago! And that there’s been no construction since! So yeah! You could say I’ve been doing a little bit of thinking!”

She sniffled, tears falling freely as she shook and curled up into a ball, refusing to meet his eyes.

“Oh, love,” Aang whispered, sitting down next to her on the bench with a thump and holding her in his arms. “I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t want you to be sorry,” she choked out, accepting his embrace regardless. “I want you to tell me what’s going on, Aang. We always tell each other everything.”

“I know. I know I’ve been secretive and dodgy lately, I know. I’m an idiot. I should’ve been thinking about how it would affect you. I’m sorry.”

Keeping one hand around her shoulders, Aang reached down into his bag and grabbed a soft wrapped bundle.

“For you.”

Katara scoffed, pushing it and him away. “I don’t want any of your apology gifts. I want you to talk to me.”

“I know. Just, please open it? I am going to talk to you, right now in fact, but it’ll make a lot more sense if you open it.”

The waterbender squinted at him, trying to read his eyes.

“Fine.”

With nimble fingers, she carefully undid the ribbons and wrapping to not harm whatever was inside. Slowly, she pulled the lump out of its thin, papery cage and sucked in a breath.

“Aang…”

The airbender rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Do you like it? I tried my best to make it accurately.”

“You- you made this?” Katara marveled at the gift, running her hands slowly over the soft fabric and fur lining. She almost couldn’t believe it was real.

“How- why- what- huh?!” she stammered.

Aang chuckled, pulling her close to him as she stared dumbfoundedly at the coat.

“Remember when we went to the Southern Water Tribe to announce your pregnancy to your dad and Gran Gran?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, when we went there, I asked them, plus Sokka, if there were any Southern Water Tribe pregnancy or baby traditions that I should know about. They mentioned this, an amauti- I hope I said that right- that special coat that they use in the Water Tribe to carry babies inside a coat and protect them from the cold?”

“Anyways, your dad and Kanna, um,” Aang hesitated and continued shyly. “They mentioned that your mother used to carry you in one when you were a baby. Your Gran Gran even gave me the pattern for the one your mom wore.”

Katara pressed her hand to her mouth, heart melting for the airbender next to her. “This? This is what you’ve been working on?”

Aang nodded, blushing. “I’m not exactly the best seamstress, which you already know, so it took me a few tries to match the pattern correctly.”

“And Sokka knew? He was in on it the whole time?”

“All our friends were,” he grinned. “Sokka, Zuko, and Toph covered for me during a couple meetings so that I could work on it.”

Katara furrowed her eyebrows. “Why’d he come looking for you today then? A-a-and the extra time in Appa’s stables?”

“You know how Sokka came back from that trip down to the Southern Water Tribe a few days ago?”

The waterbender nodded, eyes wide and completely blank.

“He was mostly there to see Hakoda and Gran Gran, but he was also getting me some extra ones of these,” Aang gestured to the intricate beading on the front of the fur-lined coat bearing a close resemblance to the carving on Katara’s engagement necklace. “That thing he said about Zuko being mad? Zuko knew too; Sokka was just letting me know where to find him- at Zuko’s house in the city.”

“As for the extra time in Appa’s stable- I have to say, I didn’t think you’d pick up on it -but I didn’t feel right killing an animal to make the coat, nor did I know if I’d have enough time to make a trip down south in the first place. I used Appa’s shed fur instead to line the hood and stuff. I hope that’s okay?”

Katara let out a sharp puff of air, fully sobbing as she hastily tried to wipe the tears coming out of her eyes.

“Oh.” Aang’s face fell as he berated himself. “Love, I’m so sorry. I can try to make another one if you don’t like it? Gah, I knew I should’ve gone traditi-”

Aang never got the chance to finish his sentence when Katara tackled him in a hug, pressing kisses all over his face before resolving to bury her head in his chest.

“It’s, it’s so amazing, Aang,” she choked out, smiling brightly at him through her watery eyes. “Happy tears, I promise.”

Aang let out the breath he was holding. “That’s a relief. You like it then?”

The waterbender nodded vigorously, holding onto him for dear life. “I love it so much. And you.”

She tilted her head to look up at him, Aang gently wiping away some of her tears with his thumb as he cupped her cheek.

“Everything from m-my mom’s pattern to the beading pattern to how soft it is and Appa’s fur, oh, it’s all amazing.”

Katara paused for a moment, cupping the airbender’s cheek with her hand as she pressed their foreheads together.

“It’s amazing and beautiful and so sweet and amazing and you!!! You’re amazing and beautiful and so sweet and did I mention amazing?” she rambled, making them both laugh.

“Maybe once or twice.”

Katara sighed, pulling him in for a kiss. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. Words can’t express how much this means to me, sweetie.”

Aang grinned and held her hand, pressing a kiss to it. “It was really nothing, sweetie. I’m just glad it all paid off and you liked it.”

“I did,” she murmured and leaned in again. “I really did.”

“And I am so sorry,” Katara whispered. “For getting so mad and worried and upset when I should’ve just talked to you and-”

“None of that, sweetie,” Aang said gently, frowning. “You did try, and I should’ve been better about how I went about all of this, okay? If you’re going to ask me to forgive you, the answer is no because there’s nothing to forgive. Can you ever forgive me?”

She nodded, still sniffling a little as she hugged him tightly.

Suddenly, Katara felt a tiny flutter come from her tummy, almost like a nudge, that made her gasp.

“What is it, sweetie?”

She grinned ear to ear and leaned up to kiss her husband again.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who appreciated your gift.”

Aang’s eyes widened, gaze dropping to her stomach. “Did the baby-”

Katara nodded vigorously, squeezing Aang’s hand in hers and guiding it to her belly. “Baby’s first kick.”

Aang smiled, tears now threatening to well up in his eyes too.

“I love you so much, Katara,” he whispered, scooting back to press a kiss to her stomach and feeling another small kick in response. “You too, baby. So, so, so much.”

The waterbender sighed contently, absentmindedly rubbing the fur on her new amauti as she pressed a kiss to the tip of the arrow on Aang’s hand.

“We love you too, sweetie. Thank you.”

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