#avatar multiverse

[phoebester]

Here it is people! 😭 I told myself I’ll be on a writing hiatus after Book 4: Ash but I cant let my zutara family down! The 1st chapter of Torn Between Two Worlds is up on ao3! I’ve been writing this since the leak and I only came up with two chapters so far 😅 (Its a multichapter fic) I already have a summary and an ending in mind but writing them out is the challenge. The pressure is on! @ambi5 @aquariusshadow @elizzieblack @drunkoncartoons @coffeebeansandmilk @lilyinthevale @blackknight300 @castformbignaturals @ly02170

Here’s a sneak peak with a little add on! 👇🏽

The jinn shoots forward and seizes her wrist with burning-cold fingers.

Katara gasps.

Then both of them are ripped screaming into the vortex.

“Katara!”

Aang lunges.

Zuko lunges harder.

Neither catches her.

The vortex snaps shut.

Silence.

The courtyard falls still.

Aang hits the stone on his knees.

Sokka stares.

Suki covers her mouth.

Even Toph says nothing.

Zuko’s chest heaves as he stands frozen, one hand still outstretched toward empty air.

Gone.

Katara is gone.

Then—

CRACK.

The air splits again.

Everyone jerks up.

Another vortex tears open above the courtyard.

Something comes out.

A woman.

She lands hard in a crouch, palms skidding over stone.

Water Tribe blue flashes—

—but not quite.

Her parka is sleeker, cut with crimson and gold trim.

Her sleeves are embroidered with flame motifs.

Her hair is looped in familiar braids adorned with gold.

And pinned near her temple—

A gleaming Fire Lady crest.

She looks up wildly.

Blue eyes frantic.

Then they land on Zuko.

Her whole face changes.

Relief.

“Zuko!”

Before anyone can react, she runs.

Straight at him.

Zuko barely has time to blink before she throws her arms around his neck and kisses him.

Hard.

Not hesitant.

Not confused.

A desperate, fierce kiss like she thinks she’s lost him.

Zuko makes a strangled sound of pure shock.

Sokka chokes.

Aang freezes.

Suki’s eyes widen.

Toph’s mouth drops open with the sudden shift of heartbeats and movements.

The woman pulls back just enough to breathe—

“You idiot,” she whispers, and keeps kissing his face while clutching his collar. “You could’ve —”

She stops.

Because no one is moving.

No one is speaking.

Her eyes flick to Aang.

Then Sokka.

Then Suki.

Then Toph.

Then back to Zuko.

Zuko’s hands are still half-raised in pure shock when he sees Aang’s face. Immediately his arms shoot up in surrender, palms out. “I didn’t touch her, I swear!” he blurts, voice cracking in a way the Fire Lord hasn’t done since he was sixteen.

“Katara!” Aang’s voice is sharp with something between fear and jealousy. He lunges forward, wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her back against him possessively.

She stiffens instantly. “Ugh—hey! What’s going on? Why are you being so—” She twists out of his grip with a waterbender’s fluid grace and steps away, brow furrowed in genuine confusion. “Too close, Aang.”

Without thinking, she moves straight to Zuko again, pressing close enough that their arms brush. Zuko doesn’t back away. He just stands there, rigid, golden eyes locked on Aang in silent confusion, but his hands stay carefully at his sides. He doesn’t touch her. Not while the entire room feels like it’s one breath away from exploding.

Suki’s the first to find her voice, fans already half-deployed. “That’s… not Katara.”

Aang’s eyes widen, the jealousy flickering into something rawer. “Who are you?!”

The interdimensional Katara’s head snaps toward the voices, then to the familiar-unfamiliar faces surrounding her—Sokka’s stunned expression, Suki’s wary stance. Then Toph slams her foot down, sending a small ripple through the stone floor.

“She is Katara,” Toph says flatly, arms crossed, blind eyes somehow still cutting through the mess. “Just… different.”

Katara (the one who doesn’t belong here) turns slowly, really looking at them now. At her brother’s older, broader face. At the old and ruined temple courtyard.

“Where am I?” she asks, voice quieter now, the adrenaline fading into dawning unease. “Where are we?”

They can all see the subtle differences. She looks radiant in a way their Katara never quite is. A little more color in her cheeks, a confident set to her shoulders that comes from years of standing openly at a Fire Lord’s side instead of the Avatar’s. The Fire Lady pin in her hair catches the light like a dare.

Hop on over to ao3 and tell me what you think there! 🤗 *UPDATE As of the first week of May I got my messaging back yay! You can now leave comments or questions here or on ao3

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[kkachi95]

Here are some more Avatar Multiverse shenanigans. I had so much fun making this lmao

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Time traveler: *moves a chair*

The timeline:

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I like to think this Azula got kidnapped by the TVA for taking a nap instead of going through with the coronation

In the background: Water Tribe Azula & Original Concept Art Azula