AtLA Rarepair Month - May 2025

Hello and welcome once again to the Avatar: The Last Airbender Rarepair Month event!

This event is a month long, spanning the entirety of the month of May 2025, and will be devoted to any and all forms of content celebrating the Rarepair ships of AtLA.

Content can include but not limited to fanfiction, fanart, moodboards, edits, music videos and playlists.

Prompts:

The rules for entries are as follows:

-Must be 18+ to participate, as we will be accepting NSFW entries (make sure to tag appropriately for content warnings)

-A rarepair must have 100 or less fics on ao3 to be considered acceptable.

-For this event we are excluding any Canon Character x Reader submissions.

-We will, however, accept Canon Character x OC submissions.

-All content is acceptable, please be courteous of other people's submissions and do not leave hate or discourse in the comments and tags. This is a celebration of rarepairs and encouraging more content for rarepairs in the fandom. If you don't like something someone made, just keep scrolling.

-When submitting your content, make sure to tag us @atlararepairmonth

Oh no, they're hot!

I don't have a comfort character, I have a character who needs to be comforted

first case of parthenogenesis in the avatar universe

Amorra Week (Australia) 

3. Secrets

Korra: Are you Amon, Noatak?

Noatak: No…

I skipped day 2 Because I had no Idea what to draw. This is also a gift to S.S. Amorra ship on Tinychat and Chatzy.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

The effort to keep everything a secret is always defeated by the human factor of having to return the glasses to the kitchen.

While I consider Opal the unwitting cupid of this situation, Huan has the title of being the first to know.

truly nothing funnier than having an archive of when you first started getting into a media that has since consumed your entire life

you see an old post of yours thats dated like a month after you got introduced to Media and it says like “huh im kinda liking Blorbo Bingus? but he’s not really my favorite. he seems sillyyy though he’s neat i’m sure he’s nice :)” and you just

kid zhao fishing

Avatar Korra

我在拍這張照片的時候跟女友分手了

Angela Claude Najar will play Jin in Natla: season two!

I already love her.

The art style is inspired by the gorgeous Jung Shan and their Kyoshi-Yandchen illustrations.

Ladies of The Legend of Korra

Posters, Cards, Prints, Iphone, Ipod and Ipad Cases.

All up on Redbubble now, along with more of my stuff.

At sea, Zhao sleeps with ease. Something, perhaps, about the waves and the familiar rocking of his ship, the chorusing shush and roar of water by his cabin’s porthole. 

Back on the unmoving soil of the Fire Nation, laying beneath the fine silk sheets of his bed, he is restless. His home -- large and mostly vacant as it is -- is too quiet. By contrast, his head seems filled with incessant, formless noise and soundless words. 

He rolls from one side to the other, unsuccessfully trying to burrow himself into relaxation. Defeated, he throws himself onto his back, forearm flopping defensively over his eyes against the pale light shining in through the window. It’s a full moon, he knows without even having to look. The wax and wane tugs at his inner fire like the tide.  

Zhao drops his arm from his face, resting it down by his side so that he can raise himself on his elbows. He turns his head, hair falling down against his shoulders, and looks out the window. 

He’s never thought of the moon that way -- as a thing he knows intrinsically, as something he is connected to -- and he fears the reason his mind has suddenly stitched this thought together. But as he stares, half-accusingly, at the source of light falling across his tired face, he finds the buzzing of his brain has quieted, just a little.

In the west wing of the siheyuan, Princess Yue has been staring at the moon for several minutes already, braving the cold wooden floor with her bare feet and wrapping her captor’s oversized robe tightly around her. Zhao has promised -- insisted, actually -- that tomorrow she will be provided with more suitable attire, but having not been permitted to pack anything from home, she must make do with his castoffs for bedclothes tonight. 

It is not cold in the same way it is at home, but all the same, the night brings with it a chill in the heart of the caldera.  

Quietly, Yue eases open the shutters of her bedroom window, leaning against the railing so that she may drench herself in as much of the moon’s glow as possible. Though there is no sensation to it, she still feels as though the cool milky light caresses her skin, and there is a comfort in knowing that this same moon is the one that her father will look upon, halfway across the world. There is even greater comfort in knowing that all of her people, all of the world, can continue to look into an illuminated night sky, though Yue does not want to reflect on the reason why this is still possible.

She can feel the burning prickle of tears at the corners of her eyes, and she raises a knuckle, wiping them away. The motion loosens the extra fabric of the robe that she had tucked under her armpit, folds of well-worn linen falling open, exposing a narrow swath of her flesh down to her stomach. Somewhere to her right she hears the sharp sound of breath suddenly taken into lungs. 

She turns her head, startled to see Zhao looking at her from across his own window. There is a guilty expression on his face, but also something like surprise, as though he had not expected to see her, or be seen himself.

Without thinking, her eyes trace the path of moonlight against his skin, all the many contours of his muscled body. He is naked from the waist up, from what she can see, and it occurs to her -- though she tries very very hard not to dwell on the possibility -- that he may be naked from the waist down, too. The princess wrenches her eyes back to Zhao’s, finding them fixed somewhere around her collarbone. 

With a flurry she wrestles the folds of his robe tightly around her again, heat suddenly rising up from her neck to her cheeks and ears, but also lower. She ducks her head, hiding behind the curtain of her white hair. 

Zhao clears his throat awkwardly, trying with absolutely no success to erase the fleeting glimpse of her dark skin and moonlight-traced breast from his mind. 

“You might be right,” he says eventually, his voice coming out gruff. “Perhaps it is more beautiful when it isn’t red.” 

Yue turns her head to stare at him, her brows knitting uncertainly. 

In the absence of a spoken response, Zhao grimaces, giving the railing of his window a strangely decisive pat. This motion of finality complete, he moves to return to his room. 

“Goodnight, Princess Yue.”

She finds her voice just before his back disappears beyond the stone.

“Goodnight, Admiral.”        

When Yue rests her head against the plush pillow and finally drifts to sleep, she dreams of Sokka, and smiles.

Zhao dreams of a single white koi, slowly swimming in circles.         

thanks guys