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.
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what are some of your favourite headcanons about the robinsons? i know you have a tag but what are ur personal favourites :)
Wait are you asking me for my favourites of my own headcanons? My ego is so honoured...! 😳 jk but thank you This ask ia so cute
So, faves of my own home-grown HCs—first off there is a Greatest Hits post I made for New Year’s but there are some recent faves that didn’t make it to that list, particularly bc my newer headcanons are just way weirder than they used to be. Ordered from cute to scandalous to incomprehensible horrors beyond your imagination.
Fran & Bud swap records like Pokémon cards
Laszlo drew on the walls as a kid and the Robinsons decided to frame them
Franny composed RI’s elevator music
The Robinson house has no corners.
At parties, Neil and Fran lie about how they met
Laszlo punched the Monet in 2015
Among other things, Bud calls Cornelius “blondie”
Petunia takes the adults gambling at DisneyLand
With the help of his friends at the International Snowfort Building Competition, Cornelius handmakes custom snowflakes. No one can tell the difference.
No one really knows anything about Laszlo's love life except one February fourteenth he painted an entire canvas scarlet red and named it "Carlos"
Wilbur is really good at packing bc Cornelius taught him
When Wilbur throws a huge party at the house the family help the teens get home safely and or offer to let them sleep over & serve them morning hangover juice
Fran & Neil’s favourite couple’s activity is chilling on this weird topiary bush to play chess and drink lemonade
Spike worked as a professional pencil sharpener for six years while Dimitri participated in every university study he could find
Art is too buff for most car seats
Franny walks around the mansion barefoot
Petunia BEGGED Neil to use the time machine to stop them from introducing the blue M&M
The frogs use the industrial freezer as a skating rink where they also have a Fargo-esque adventure and hide cash inside the ice cubes
Petunia once ruined a(n) RI business deal when her venus flytrap sneezed on the client
Wilbur’s daughter is severely disillusioned when she learns that instead of being a time travelling hero that defeats evil, Wilbur makes a living by working in an office
Laszlo hand-sculpted lucky charms out of clay that were so accurate, someone ate them
Franny swims w her frogs
Dimitri: mistook another plant for his brother at the airport
Wilbur was conceived in an incubator pod
Billie’s train is connected to a secret underground network beneath the Robinson property.
Lucille concocts the world's most dangerous eggnog. Several millionares have snuck it past the border and the FDA is always trying different ways to get back at her but the Robinson lawyers are too good.
Headcanons by other people that are 👌:
Every now and then Cornelius wears a purple turtleneck and builds tiny robots designed to pick up paper clips and pennies from between the couch cushions by @elioli-art
Cornelius smells like laundry detergent bc he’s so clean by @demyrie
When Wilbur was a baby, Franny called him her tadpole by @eventheslightestrayofsunshine
Wilbur is a video game developper when he’s older by Alyssa @therationaldove
Wilbur takes Franny to the Golden age of jazz to convince her that the time machines are safe by Morgan @dreadfulgentleman
Animals gained voting rights by TheProzacFairy
Cornelius proposes to Franny via toast by BurningBeaker
That is an excellent question is stuck in a paradox loop: Lewis heard it first from Wilbur who heard it first from Cornelius... who heard it first from Wilbur! by @animalluver8153
Human Petunia just isn’t home throughout the movie by Ceili @crimeglitter
Wilbur once broke a time machine prototype by playing around with the wires & never told a soul by Alyssa @therationaldove
Uuuuum whatever this is...
Not even a headcanon, here’s the craziest Word of God factoid about Laszlo I’ve ever seen via @dreadfulgentleman
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Now we see canon Katara gets spit out in Fire Lady Katara’s world.
I’m two chapters ahead but might take a break for two weeks to be able to craft it better as I write it. Here’s a preview
The grand summit chamber hums with easy laughter.
The crisis is over.
For now.
Massive crimson pillars rise toward the vaulted ceiling, draped in Air Nomad tapestries and Water Tribe banners—a symbol of peace stitched in silk and gold. Firelight flickers across polished stone. Servants weave through the room with trays of tea and sugared fruit.
The six of them linger near the refreshments table.
Aang is in the middle of some ridiculous story.
Sokka is stealing pastries.
Toph is loudly pretending not to care.
Suki is smiling into her tea.
Zuko—
He’s watching Katara laugh.
And Katara—
She’s leaning into him.
Relaxed.
Warm.
Home.
She stands up to get another helping of a fruit tart.
Then the wind changes.
A sudden violent gust tears through the chamber.
The tapestries whip.
Tea cups shatter.
The lantern flames bend sideways.
“What in the—?!” Sokka yelps.
The air splits open.
A portal tears through the center of the room.
Blue-black.
Spinning.
Screaming.
The force slams into them.
And Katara—
Katara is lifted off her feet.
“Uh—guys?!”
Her fingers claw at empty air.
“Zuko!”
He lunges.
“Katara!”
Too late.
The vortex grabs her around the waist and drags her backward.
“Katara!”
His scream is raw.
He launches himself after her—
—but the vortex rejects him.
A blast of force hurls him across the room.
He slams into a pillar hard enough to crack stone.
“Zuko!” Katara cries.
Aang’s eyes widens.
Then glows
His arrows ignite in blue light.
He rises into the air, wind spiraling around him.
“Hold it open!” Zuko shouts as he scrambles to get back into the vortex
The chamber trembles as he fights the pull, both arms outstretched.
Katara is halfway inside now.
Terrified.
Reaching.
“AANG!”
Then—
she’s gone.
The portal shudders violently.
Aang grits his teeth.
“No—!”
Wind screams.
The vortex pulses—
And spits something back out.
A body tumbles onto the polished floor.
A woman.
She lands hard, rolls, and pushes herself upright.
Simple blue tunic.
Fur-lined boots.
Hair in familiar braids.
No crimson.
No gold.
No Fire Lady crest.
She looks—
A little worn…
Not older in years.
But slightly weathered in ways their Katara isn’t.
But still beautiful.
Simpler.
Softer.
Less fire.
“Katara?” Zuko breathes.
She blinks.
Looks around wildly.
At the chamber.
At the banners.
At the polished stone.
At the robes everyone wears.
Then—
She sees Aang.
Relief floods her face.
She runs to him.
Throws her arms around his neck.
Everyone relaxes slightly.
Of course.
She’s just grateful.
Aang hugs her back.
“Katara—are you okay?”
She cups his face in both hands and looks at him with affection.
“Yes, my love.”
The room freezes.
Like? Let me know what you want seen in future chapters. I’ll be posting this in the group so you can leave comments. ‼️‼️‼️UPDATE! NOW YOU CAN LEAVE COMMENTS WOOT WOOT 🙌🏽 Let me know what you want added or do not want to see and we’ll see if it makes it into the fic. I will credit you whether I thought of it already.
