aang hates katara fanfic

Being the grandson of three members of the old team Avatar is hard enough, but being a part of a new team Avatar is a whole 'nother challenge.

Liu Chang'an awakened his cheat ability, the [Affix/Descriptor Simulator]. Each simulation allows him to extract affixes (descriptors/traits) from myriad worlds. Throughout history, he has undergone successive cycles of reincarnation and transmigration. Six hundred years ago, he was Li Feiyu, the murderer and arsonist, and also Heavenly Venerate Han (Han Tianzun), who saved the afflicted. With a mortal body, he became Tushan Honghong's 'White Moonlight' (a term for an irreplaceable first love or idealized person). Five hundred years ago, he was Wang Mazi, who carried a coffin for 90,000 li (Chinese miles), undergoing three cycles of mortality, solely to renew his bond with [Dongfang] Huaizhu. One thousand years ago, he was Erlang Shen, Yang Jian, the Judicial Heavenly Monarch of the Dao Alliance. One day, he descended upon Tushan City, wielding his three-pointed, double-edged spear, thinking: “This little fox indeed holds some shadow of her former self.” [He also embodied others like] Great Love Immortal Venerate, Li Huowang, Desolate Heaven Emperor who severed eternity... Many years later, beneath the Painful Tree of Love (Kuging Tree): A Shura Field (romantic conflict/carnage) descends from the heavens, and the three Tushan sisters all raise their weapons...

You have been close friends with all of team avatar since a young age, you are [y/n] and then you start having feelings for Katara, how does this end up,find out, I Hope you enjoy this Story.

MC is destined to make many difficult choices as he lives in the world of Avatar. If he simply wants to live his life he may need to insert himself into disadvantageous positions. Using this to spark inspiration for me to keep writing my other works. Hopefully bring something new to the table. Perhaps I can even spin a new story out of something.

"Oh fuck 2517? are you kidding me? I'm 6 years old in 2517.... oh God you've got to be joking"

Being the grandson of three members of the old team Avatar is hard enough, but being a part of a new team Avatar is a whole 'nother challenge. (Rewritten)

Katara and Sokka free Aang's New Avatar from the iceberg, but... not quite. The body of a 12-year-old Air Nomad is the mind of an adult guy from another world, who now has to take responsibility for the world and end the terrible war, having fulfilled his duty as an Avatar. Ahead of the new Aang is a whole new world and bending subject to him. It's not that bad, right? ------------------- Chapter release schedule: Tuesday & Friday. My patreon: patreon.com/Lazybender There you can find 20 additional chapters. ------------------- P.S. No Harem P.S.S. English is my third language, so don't expect perfect grammar, although I will try my best. ------------------- Disclaimer: I do not own any character, all rights belong to Nickelodeon. I found the picture on Pinterest, if the author wants me to remove it, let me know and I will do it. -------------------

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.