The Coco

Katara and Aang

lover when i sing my song, all the rivers are gonna sing along

kataang but make it hadestown

And I say that as a multi shipper I find them to be very cute but why was it that in every other scene she was scolding him,like a younger brother.

And the whole 'no one understands me' and running off like a child (mind you second time in the movie he did this.

I don’t mind, save my life again

Katara x Aang

Mature

Chapter 4 of 7

(Art by @MadanMatz and @javi_khoso on X)

“I wish I could take you dancing,” he said, words stirring the hair near her ear, tickling against her neck. His hand moved up her back, dragging her shirt up with it, his palm warm through the soft cotton.

The half-moon was bright against the tops of the trees through the windows behind him, the leaves flashing silver like fish in shadowy water as they swayed in the warm kitchen lights. She could track her life by that moon. It had watched over all the nights she’d spent with him, a front row seat to all her increasingly poor decisions. A silent witness to the loss of her heart, one soft, surreal moment at a time.

An alternate universe where Aang never ran away and the war never happened. He became the Avatar at the proper time and set out on a years-long journey across the world to master all the elements. Katara lives during the same era as him in the Southern Water Tribe. Just like in the Northern Water Tribe, women are forbidden from learning waterbending as a form of combat and may only study it for healing. Nevertheless, Katara secretly watches the training sessions of the local master's students despite the Southern Tribe chief's ban. She considers Aang arrogant and an attention-seeker.

I don’t mind, save my life again

Katara x Aang

Mature

Part 3 of 4

(Art by @javi_khoso on Twitter and @aphoticfirefly here on Tumblr)

She took a deep breath and looked down at his hands, large and inviting, currently clasped together on the table. “I am your doctor, Aang. AMA guidelines are very clear regarding relationships with patients. We are… definitely crossing those already. But there is one line I will not cross, not until I officially sign your medical clearance and discharge you as a patient.”

She paused to take another breath, and his expression was serious, brows slightly furrowed below the point of the arrow. “We cannot sleep together,” she made herself say, eyes darting furtively around them as if expecting someone—the American Medical Association, perhaps—to jump out from behind a fern.

Aang, for his part, nodded slowly and picked up his glass to take a quick sip of water while her stomach turned itself into knots awaiting his answer. When he lifted his eyes to hers, they were filled with a now familiar determination. “I understand, Katara. If that is the line, you don’t have to worry about me pushing it.”

She released a measured sigh, trying to hide the depth of her relief. “Good, that's… good.”