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prompt submission is now open!

Alright Kataangers, it’s that time of year again!  

Kataang Week 2023 is tentatively scheduled for July 24th through July 31st!

Prompt Submission will be open for the next 2 weeks. So from today, April 4th until April 18th, please submit any prompts you would like to be in the running this year.  

Please submit your ideas for prompts - 1 or 2 words/short phrases only! - through the ask box on the Kataang Week blog.  Again, the last day to submit prompts will be April 18th.

And please reblog to help spread the word!

As always, feel free to send us an ask if you have any questions or concerns.

- Mod Belle

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Your art styles so cute! May I please request a kataang kissing fanart?? 🧎🏽‍♀️

hnnng i can’t find my tablet pen rn so here’s a shit ass sketch!

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Katara and Aang for Avatar Generations: the mobile game

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the category is katara and aang looking beautiful as a power couple in official new art from avatar studios <3

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Kataang Smut Weekend Prompts

The results are in. The people have spoken! Here are your Kataang Smut Weekend 2022 Prompts:

October 14: One Bed

October 15: What If We…

October 16: Dom!Aang

I hope this makes everyone horny happy! You have about six weeks, so go forth and write, draw, edit, or create in the manner of your choice! And brace yourselves for some awesome content coming (heh) in October. My favorite month is going to be a lot hotter this year!

Kataangers spread the word!

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KW 2022: Quiet Moments

Day 6 of Kataang Week 2022 hosted by @kataang-week with the prompt Quiet Moments!

Links: AO3 || FF.net

Summary: Do I seriously have to come up with a new one of these every year? Kataang Week 2022 Day 6: Quiet Moments. Sometimes, Katara and Aang didn’t need words.

Word Count: 2.4k

Air Temple Island was known for its quiet nights.

During the day, there was always a large humming of activity. The acolytes would be bustling about the grounds, the foghorn of the ferry would be blaring every hour or so, and people from all over the world would come to see what was left of the culture of the Air Nomads. Something always seemed to be happening.

However, by the time the sun painted Yue Bay in its crimson, orange, and golden light, things were different. By sunset, most of the acolytes had retired to their dorms. The ferry rounds slowed down as most visitors had already come and gone. The only distinctive sound that could be made out was the waves crashing against the rocks on the cliffside as the stars slowly came out to light up the night sky. 

This particular night seemed to be no different, Aang noted to himself as he landed Appa near the stables. He took a quick peek inside to ensure that the bison would have enough hay, water, and apples for the night before grabbing his staff and flying up to his and Katara’s bedroom balcony, letting himself in through the window.

Aang frowned as he entered. The room was dark, and the bed was made, pillows neatly up against the headboard with the sheets below it smoothed out. Three books and a pen lay on top of the waterbender’s bedside table, but she herself was nowhere to be found. 

Careful not to make too much noise, Aang walked across the room and carefully poked his head through the doorway, raising an eyebrow when he saw light coming from near the kitchen. The smell of tsampa and steamed dumplings filled his nose, but it was an awfully odd thing for such a late hour. 

He quietly and quickly made his way down the stairs, curious as to what was going on below. His airbending kept his steps light, almost inaudible. He paused once he reached the bottom of the staircase, sighing happily when he saw her, cloth and needle in hand, as she sewed by the candlelight. The soft sound of his breath startled Katara, and she looked up when she heard the soft sound, smiling wearily when she saw the airbender. 

“You shouldn’t have waited,” Aang whispered as she stood up and walked over to him, her arms quickly finding their way around his neck as he kissed her sweetly. 

“I wanted to,” Katara murmured in reply, unable to take her eyes off him. It felt like it had been far too long. 

Aang’s arms slowly found their way around her waist as he took a moment to enjoy her presence. It had been an arduous day of meetings, and Katara wasn’t just at their home, she was his home. 

“Come on, you’re probably hungry.” The waterbender took Aang’s hands in hers and guided him towards the covered plates of still-warm food on the kitchen counter. She took both dishes in her hands, motioning for him to bring their utensils as she walked back to where she was sitting and placed the food gently onto the table with a soft cling. Wordlessly, she waved for him to come sit in the empty space next to him, smiling and leaning into him as the airbender happily obliged.

Once the two had taken their plates in their laps and had begun to eat, it was as if no amount of food in the world would’ve been enough. Dinnertime had been hours ago, and they were starving, both cleaning their plates ravenously in a matter of minutes.

Katara was the first to finish- she had never quite grown out of the habit of having to eat quickly that she had developed on their adventures before the war had ended. She sighed, hunger satiated, and placed her head on Aang’s shoulder, closing her eyes and absent-mindedly humming an old Water Tribe song.

The airbender smiled as he too set down his plate and listened to the folk song. In their years of living and traveling together, Aang had discovered quite a few things about Katara: One of these things happened to be that she knew a lot of Southern Water Tribe songs. Another one of these things was that the Water Tribe songs she sang and hummed tended to be very indicative of her mood. 

Sometimes, when she was feeling nostalgic and just wanted to be with someone, she’d hum the lullaby that her mother used to sing to her and Sokka with a soft, sad smile on her face. Other times, she’d sway from side to side to the tune of a sailor’s song that filled up the room, laughing when Aang grabbed her hand and spun her around in their own little dance. 

This song, however, was different. 

It wasn’t one he heard often, but he could recognize its slower, slightly haunting, melancholy notes anywhere. It was the same song, he had noticed, that she had hummed before sleeping the night of the full moon after they met Hama. He had asked her that night where it came from, just to take her mind off things, and she had told him that it was the song of one of the spirits of the sea, who was mortal before being cast out into the ocean by her father. The spirit had become a guardian of sea creatures following, but the song mourned the life she once had on land. 

Aang had since learned that Katara would hum that song on nights when she didn’t really feel like talking but still wanted someone to be with her. She was quiet those nights, but she expressed her affection in other ways, not needing words to let him know of her love and appreciation. 

And so they sat next to each other on the sofa, relishing in the feeling of being with one another as the candlelight flickered and Katara’s humming caused Aang’s eyelids to droop halfway. 

“Ready to go up?” he whispered when she was interrupted by her own yawn. He gently kissed her temple as the waterbender nodded sleepily. She turned her head and pressed her lips softly to Aang’s cheek, returning his kiss, as the two stood up and walked back up the stairs. 

They headed to their room, Aang dramatically opening the door and bowing for Katara to enter first, making her chuckle. He gently closed it behind him and groaned as he sat down in his desk chair, various papers strewn about in front of him. Katara stepped into her closet for a few minutes as she got dressed in her nightclothes, but she shook her head when she emerged and saw Aang muttering at a particularly high pile of documents.

“You work too much,” she murmured. She slowly crept up to him, taking care that her feet landed softly and quietly against the cold, stone floors, and began rubbing his shoulders with her hands. 

His body practically screamed at the relief from all the tension that had been building up for the last few weeks of nonstop meetings and events- creating an entirely new, independent republic was no small task. 

Katara sighed. She hated that Aang had to do this to himself. All she wanted was to spend as many hours as she needed to relieve him of all his tension, but unfortunately that wouldn’t be possible anytime soon. She soon moved her hands lower, now working on massaging his shoulder blades and back, though she knew there was plenty more work to be done where her hands had been a few seconds prior. 

“You need to relax,” she said softly as she pressed a few fluttery kisses to his exposed neck, hands still working their magic if Aang’s closed eyes were any indication. “You can do all this later. Come lie in bed with me.”  

“Katara, I can’t-” 

He turned to look up at her and faltered when he saw the look on her face. Her lips were pursed, her eyes refusing to meet his gaze. Her hands had fallen from his shoulders to hug her torso. 

To anyone else, she would’ve seemed annoyed, maybe even angry and overreacting, but Aang knew better. Her normally lively eyes were solemn- they were sad, almost hurt. She wasn’t recoiling from him on purpose or trying to punish him, but rather was simply trying to hide the fact that she had missed him and just wanted to be near him. 

He exhaled deeply and stood up, Katara’s eyes darting up to his at the sudden movement. 

“You can bring your work if you want,” she murmured, her gaze flickering behind him as she saw the pile of all he had to do.

He gave her a small smile and kissed the top of her head, quickly gathering all the papers he would need for the night, and gestured for her to lead the way. Katara grinned, running and leaping under the covers to allow the airbender to nestle himself in the crook of her neck as he began reading over King Kuei’s latest “grand ideas” for the Republic.  

Katara couldn’t help but sigh, her fingers tracing the edges of the blue on his arms. It was things like this she missed the most when he was away on trips or came home long after she had fallen asleep- the little things, the quiet moments, being able to just lie together, cuddle, and enjoy each other’s presence. 

She pressed a few soft kisses to the tip of the blue arrow on his head and reached out her arm behind her, fumbling around until she felt her pen and crossword book. 

It was a hobby of hers that she had only picked up recently, after Aang had brought her the thin bundle of paper from a trip to Ba Sing Se. She hadn’t been very good at it to begin with, loathing it with a passion as a result, but, on a night like this a few weeks ago, she decided enough was enough and gave the innocent booklet a chance. She quickly grew to love the puzzles, even asking Aang to bring her the newspaper when he went out into the city so that she could solve their daily ones, and she brought Aang no shortage of amusement from the maniacal giggles that escaped her after solving the next page in her workbook. 

She squinted at the puzzle she was on, only three words left to figure out. “Six letter word for a tree that giraffalopes loved…” she thought. Suddenly, it came to her. “Acacia!” The waterbender grinned, furiously scribbling in the answer with her lucky pen when she felt Aang staring at her.

She looked at the airbender, who was watching her with a loving sparkle in his eyes, and raised her eyebrow at him as she made eye contact. Aang’s eyes widened when he realized he’d been caught, immediately averting his gaze and drawing himself closer to her in hopes that she wouldn’t see the warm pink tint covering his cheeks. (He failed, much to Katara’s amusement.) 

The waterbender chuckled, returning to her book. Two words left. “Seven letter word for a slow-moving mass of ice… iceberg? No, the ‘e’ is the second-to-last letter, not the third-to-last. Hmmm…”

Aang caught a quick glance of the booklet when he heard Katara’s hum of confusion. He furrowed his eyebrows in thought. Seven letter word related to ice… 

“Glacier.”

The waterbender looked down at him in surprise, jotting the word down when she saw it fit in the spaces given. Aang winked at her in response before he turned back to the parchment, continuing to write his rebuttal as to why Bosco’s birthday would not be made an international holiday in his tidy scrawl.

Katara narrowed her eyes at the last clue, the clue that had been stumping her for the last two days. “Five letter word for a small, thought-to-be extinct flying mammal…” What flying mammals did she even know of that were extinct? Dodo-pig? Too long, and they couldn’t even fly! Flying gecko squirrels? Too long, not extinct…

“Wait a minute.”

Thought-to-be-extinct flying mammals? Katara lived with three of them! 

The waterbender grinned and quickly wrote in the last five letters of the puzzle. “L… …E… …M… …U… …R!”

“Hehehehe,” Katara said with a giggle as she closed the book and made a satisfying thwip noise. Aang looked up at her, an amused glint in his eyes Katara noted as she spotted the pile on his bedside table, every document highlighted and annotated. Had it really been that long already? 

Katara angled herself slightly to the side, setting her book and pen back on her side table before turning again to resume her tracing of Aang’s arrows. 

“You’re adorable when you finish those, you know.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Please, the maniacal giggle at the end? It’s so weird to hear yet strangely very ‘you’ at the same time.” 

“I do not maniacally giggle!”

Aang gave her a look.

“Okay, maybe a little bit,” she said sheepishly, making the two of them dissolve into (not maniacal) laughter.

“I missed you,” she whispered when their explosion of joy died down.

“I know.” He took the hand so gently stroking his tattoos and pressed a long, soft kiss to it. “I missed you too. And I’m sorry.” Aang frowned as they got comfortable underneath the blankets. “I’m sorry for all the late nights and long meetings.” 

Katara shook her head, taking his hands in hers and squeezing. “The world can have its Avatar, just as long as I have you.” 

She pressed a soft kiss to each of his knuckles before wordlessly turning around to turn off the light, letting him hold and bury her in his embrace. 

Did they need words to say what was already implied as they drifted off into the dream realm? 

No. 

Did they say it anyways? 

Of course. 

“I love you, sweetie.”

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Title: Reprise

This story covers the last 3 prompts of @kataang-week 2022 and is a short over-arching story.

Chapter 2: Crescendo

Chapter 2/3

Prompt - Day 6: Quiet Moments/Healing Techniques

Chapter word count: 2,523

Rating: G

Chapter summary: Katara heals Aang.

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Aang’s shoulder was throbbing. He tried to ignore it, but after the adrenaline started to fade away, it was as if all the nerves in his body were set ablaze. He could feel everything, every tremor, every hesitant step of his. The biting cold only added to the feeling of being drowned in a vat of coals.

He had sprained his ankle when he had dived to save Hahn. His side ached, and he thought that he might have also cracked a few ribs too when he banged against the sinking ice sheet during the same endeavor.

But there were people he still needed to help.

He bended the slicing snow away from the rescue party that followed behind him and Katara. They had passed the entrance to the city minutes ago but making it through the streets which were narrower than the outside tundra was a more tedious task. There was less room for the waterbenders to make their protective shields to hide them from the raging blizzard. At the very least, their path was a straightforward one.

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Katara hates the quiet.

That’s why she talks to him.

Read and my voice becomes the driving force on AO3. Rated T, word count 1.6k, written for Day 6 of Kataang Week 2022: Quiet Moments/Healing Techniques, hosted by @kataang-week​.

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Kataang Week 2022 Prompt Fic Day 6

Kataang Week 2022 Saturday July 30th Prompt: Quiet Moments/Healing Techniques

Links: AO3 FF

Words: 3125

Chapters: 1/1

Language: English

Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Ratings: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters:

Aang (Avatar)

Katara (Avatar)

The Gaang (Avatar)

Bumi (Avatar)

Kya (Avatar)

Tenzin (Avatar)

Relationships:

Aang/Katara (Avatar)

Aang & Katara (Avatar)

Aang & The Gaang (Avatar)

Additional Tags:

Kataang Week

Kataang Week 2022 (Avatar)

Romance

Angst

Implied/Referenced Character Death

Canonical Character Death

Hurt/Comfort

Romantic Fluff

Canon Compliant

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Fluff

Domestic Fluff

Summary:

Kataang Week 2022 Sat Jul 30: Quiet Moments / Healing Techniques

Katara hates that loving in silence is agony and Aang learns the loneliness of it. Life and war rage around them loud and unbearable but they just want to make it through, suffering quiet, love intact.

Your pain echoes silently but I’m still here.

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Fic: Soft Words

For @kataang-week Day 6: Quiet Moments/Healing Techniques

"Is Mama going to die?"

The young girl's tone wasn't accusatory or distressed. The blue eyes weren't shiny with tears, the brow not constricted with pain. It was a straightforward question asked, Aang realized suddenly, by a young girl who had already lost her father, thus having already experienced one of the worst things that could happen in a young life. She wanted the truth, not platitudes or soft words that were little more than lies wrapped in a sweet tone.

Summary: As Katara assists at a high-risk birth in the South Pole, Aang makes the acquaintance of a very special girl..

Read on: FF.net | A03

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“Your heartbeat is one of my favourite sounds in the whole world.” (X) Katara blushed and gave him one of the most loving smiles he’d ever seen, but otherwise remained quiet.

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I’ve never drawn a more in-love Katara before (look at her adorable face! 😙). I got this image in my head - where Katara would be sitting up in their bed, slightly leaned forward with the blanket covering her pulled up knees, and gazing at Aang fondly while he listens to her heart with her stethoscope, her hand resting on his own to hold it in place on the right spot - and I HAD TO draw it.

I was sketching the lineart for another drawing the day before, but it has a very heavy theme which made me feel a sudden unease and left a hollow feeling in my stomach. So I felt like I needed to draw something sweet and self-indulgent just for myself to counter my anxiety and calm myself down. Then, halfway through the process, I figured this would be a perfect fit for the “quiet moments” prompt (cause y'know.. Katara would have to be very quiet for Aang to listen). Now that I’m suffering (and already recovering) from covid, it’s even more comforting and heartwarming for me to look at. 💓

I guess this could be him checking on her after she’s been ill (with a cold) for a while, but she’s finally starting to feel like her normal self and is nearly recovered by now.. Or maybe Katara’s pretending to be sick so Aang would play doctor with her (cause then he’d get to touch her medical instruments too, since she doesn’t want him toying with her healer stuff from work).. OR it’s just smth they both like to do sometimes (e.g. before bedtime) to show / reaffirm how much they love each other since it’s soothing to hear your loved one’s heartbeat (especially knowing how much Katara means to Aang, with her being the reincarnated form of the Air Nomads’ love and all, imagine what this would mean to him - Aang would be over the moon and take such good care of her). 🩺

I don’t know, take your pick. I’m feeling warm and fuzzy inside. :3 (If I come up with a cute fic idea, I’ll write smth around the 2 sentences above.)

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happy kataang week! here’s a commission done for us by the amazing talented @synne-i a while back, that we thought was very fitting of the team “power couple.” this is inspired by the ryan reynolds and blake lively picture with their children - you know the one! but imagine that it’s katara and aang with their children bumi and kya at a celebration - perhaps the anniversary of the end of the war? or the anniversary of the unveiling of republic city?

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Happy Kataang Week 2022! 🥳

For the prompt “Quiet Moments”—a snuggly, sleepy moment for our sweeties 💖

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happy kataang week!! here’s an edit i made earlier for the prompt “just friends,” which highlights their journey from friends to lovers during a war; that mutual feeling of being interested in someone but not really certain if they like you back. @kataang-week

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Kataang week Day 2 - Just friends

So close yet so far...

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happy kataang week!! here’s art drawn by the very talented artist itsavataraang on instagram. please go check out aang’s page!

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