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°｡. presenting...quill's kataang week! °｡.
𖦹 day two: protectiveness/ bodyguard 𖦹
───── 𖦹° (hosted by @kataang-week) 𖦹° ─────
summary (all at once, everything is different, now that i see you):
stuck in her tower for all eighteen years of her life, katara had come to peace with her own lonely, repetitive existence, her only company being her mother, hama. at least, she *was* at peace, until a certain airbending thief happened along her tower, caught her eye, and forever shifted the path of her destiny. OR: kataangled. and yes, i came up with that brilliant wordplay all on my own.
In all of her eighteen years of gazing out into the same meadow, the same night sky, Katara had never quite managed to piece together why every year, on her birthday, the night sky came alight with glowing lanterns in hues of soft silver and blue. As much as it tugged at her, she didn’t mind the element of mystery too much. After all, a girl who grows up never leaving the confines of her tower is a girl used to looking out into a world of mysteries. Katang spent her days pouring over old scrolls, gleaning bits and pieces about the world from what she could see through her window.
To be entirely honest, it wasn’t all that much. A modest meadow, a bubbling brook, the occasional frog-squirrel or cat deer. Still, it was more than enough for her to feel utterly enchanted by. Each and every time that an animal walked by, Katara would imagine how it would feel to be one of those wild things, chained to nothing, bound by your own will.
Katara certainly wasn’t.
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Aang made quick work of the tower walls, the uneven brick providing natural foot and handholds as he scaled the rough, mossy stone. When he finally reached the summit of the spire, he heaved himself over, his breath rough as he dusted off his palms. He tugged off his thin overshift, revealing his one-shouldered monk’s robes as he did. Aang scratched his neck absentmindedly as he took in his surroundings. He was surprised to see that the tower was furnished, lived-in, even. He recognized waterbending forms painted on most of the walls. There were even lit candles softly flickering away in various nooks and crannies, casting warm light over the room.
Wait. Alarm bells rang in Aang’s mind, urging him to further examine the situation he had found himself in.
If the tower is abandoned, then who lit the-
The next sound he heard was a deafening thunk as a thin sword buried itself in the wall next to his head, leaving a deep cut along the shell of his ear.
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She wanted a reason to snap back, to make some snide comment, but Aang’s eyes were so open, his expression so… trustable that she simply couldn’t stomach it.
Katara knew that should’ve been telling him to leave. She should’ve asked him to apologise, to be on his way. In all her years of solitude, she’d never dreaded being alone, but something about Aang leaving and her never being able to see him again sent a pang of something like homesickness straight through her.
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“I see that you need time to process all of this.” Aang stood, his eyes shining with sympathy that only made Katara feel more guilty over how heartbroken Mother Hama would be were she to find out about her new doubts. “I’m happy to give that to you.” She trailed like a ghost behind him as he strode to the window, tugging a wooden glider from his back before standing atop the edge of the terrace, grinning at her softly as she clung shyly to the carvings of the doorway. “And I understand that you don’t know me, that you have no real reason to believe me.”
He turned to the side, saluting her teasingly. “So I’ll be back, same time tomorrow, so that we can get to know one another a bit better.”
“Aang!” She shouted, rushing to the edge of the terrace as he snapped open his glider, plunging downwards. “No, you will not .”
“I can’t hear you! But I totally agree! I’m looking forward to it as well!” His whoops echoed through the field as he did a couple loop-de-loops.
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Aang stepped through her window, right on schedule, with an injury he claimed he had gotten while sparring, Katara’s only response was the word “Again?”
“Hey, If being injured is what it takes for you to let me stay even a few minutes longer, I’ll take it.” Aang grinned, shrugging as he tugged up the end of his top to reveal the bruises patterning his ribs. Katara did her best to focus on the injury itself, and not the muscle rippling over Aang’s side, as she settled into the stool next to him, leaning over to run her hands over the purple-and-blue skin. “I like your company.”
I like you. The response materialised in Katara’s mind before she could suppress it, and the longer it sat there, the more right it felt. I like you.
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“So, what else does a thief carry with him in his bag?” Katara had been strangely curious about what Aang considered precious enough to carry around with him in his satchel, but after fishing through playing cards and a set of spinning marbles he’d been very proud of, her interest was considerably less piqued.
“Oh, I don’t think I ever got a chance to explain what I took to end up in your tower.” Aang fished around until he tugged out a velvet box, passing it over to her with both hands. He continued on, talking about the castle security and his plans to pawn the necklace to feed and house children displaced by the ongoing conflict with the Fire Nation, but his words faded away as Katara opened the box.
I know you.
There, nestled in silk, was a pale blue pendant on a deep blue velvet ribbon. Just looking at it for a moment was enough for her to feel entirely off balance. Vague memories hit her, one after the other, of looking up at a ceiling of moon symbols carved in diamond, a hanging mobile of seals and icebergs. The ornate arches of a castle, the corridors and gardens of a grand estate.
I know you.
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The world tilted, and suddenly, neither Katara’s will, nor her body, were her own.
♥ the rest of the (completed) fic can be found here 𖦹°꩜｡.࿔
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shut up I’m thinking about how Aang’s last gift to Katara when he died was being reincarnated in the Southern Water Tribe
I wasn’t the biggest fan of kataangst but then I read Drag you Down and was much more open minded about it. But then I read Painful Medicine it really sold it for me. If you like kataangst then read them now.
Katara and Appa both cuddled up close to Aang and held each other tight as he breathed his final breaths.
This made me emotional, OP 😭😭😭
The last words Aang ever said to Katara were what Guru Pathik had told him years ago:
"My love for you will never leave this world. It will always be there in your heart. Our love is a form of energy that will be reborn in our children, our grandchildren, all our family and friends. Katara, I will never stop loving you."
It was these words that helped Katara cope with her overwhelming grief after his death, and gave her strength.
Sidenote: I remember as a kid listening to these words for the first time, and being utterly captivated. It's such a profound and comforting quote.
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Kataang is sad y’all, and for whyyyy???? 😭😭
They are sad that their movie (“the kataang movie” actual movie title according to my inside sources 😏) doesn’t come out until 2025!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
NEW CHAPTER ALERT! and not to brag it’s a good one…
… Aang and Katara didn't kiss or get together after the events in Sozin's Comet. Now eight years later, and after quite a bit of time spent apart, the two are brought back to the Fire Lord's Palace for Zuko's birthday party. Some awkwardness and feelings need to be confronted, but of course Aang and Katara fall for each other. They already have…
bleeding out (with you to carry me home)
Rating: T
Word Count: 6.6k
Summary:
Katara breathes for a moment and looks up to see Aang surrounded by fallen earthbenders and groaning firebenders. He glances over and locks eyes with her, and her lips curl up in response to his relieved smile. That’s when she sees it. The flash of movement behind him. Katara screams his name as a spear plunges through his chest. - Aang is grievously injured when a peaceful mission goes wrong. Kataang, featuring platonic Zukaang
read on ao3 or ffn
