I'm really glad you guys enjoy my stuff!
@goz: Haha! You love complimenting me don't you?
But I like it! LOL. Thanks for what must be the millionth time!
Okay. So while I was away I started writing some stuff down, so here's some of the stories I've written:
(Yes, they are all Kataang. No, I don't know why I haven't written some Zujin yet!)
I Grieve
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Aang watched her pass away with a calm smile on her face, one that he figures will haunt him for the rest of his life. However, he doesn't want the image to ever be erased from his thoughts and memories. As painful as it is to keep, he didn't want to dishonor her memory.
When they lay her to rest, Aang is the only one amongst everyone else who doesn't become emotional. Toph sensed that he wanted to break his restraints, but didn't want to comfort him. The only person who could ever achieve that was Katara and she too, missed her best-friend and didn't want to tarnish her memory in Aang like that.
On the eve that Aang passed away, the last thing he remembers was a pair of blue eyes looking down at him, and then a warm smile. The face is blurry but he knows that it's her, coming to help him ascend so that they could spend the rest of their lives together like they've always wanted to.
Every Avatar after Aang found themselves connected to a grave in the Southern Water Tribe of a woman they didn't know nor could remember. Folk legend says that Avatar Aang loved her so much that the Avatar Spirit honors her memory with each incarnation it takes.
When Katara realizes and Aang makes a stand
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Before she even recognized the fact, Katara always, always found herself connected to Aang in more ways than one. It was more than just a friendship that had spawn during their journey. On most occasions it felt much deeper than that, and on most days she found herself dilly-dallying with the idea of a romantic relationship with him.
As much as the emotion of fear consumed her when dealing with manners of the heart, she didn't notice just how much Aang helped open up her heart to love again. It was his smile and his courage and his hospitality towards others even to those who, she painfully admits, didn't think deserved it.
She's seen so many shades and colors of Aang that just one description wasn't enough to totally depict who he was in one true essence. The older she became, the more she realized that she had come to admire and wholeheartedly love everything about Aang.
...So she's surprised as to why Aang's become so distant the more she flirted and lay on the table how she really felt about him without any full forwardness. Katara slowly began to see Aang in a whole different perspective. It must've been something she missed and it feels weird at first, since she always thought she knew Aang better than anyone, and sometimes better than he did himself.
"Aang..." she places a hand on his shoulder, just like she used to back then whenever she felt he needed her comfort.
He moves a little, and she could feel his muscles tense up a bit. He takes in a deep breath before turning to face her to speak. Instead of seeing a torn and crestfallen man, she sees him smiling. "Wow, you look beautiful today Katara. I told you that dress was worth it."
"Thanks, but you don't really seem yourself anymore."
He turned away.
"Is there something you're keeping from me?" She sits beside him now, toying with the idea of whether or not to be affectionate towards him. This could come in the form of her hand on top of his, holding his hand or caressing him gently as she comforted him with whatever troubles like she usually does.
He looks back at her again. "Its okay Katara, you don't have to worry about me."
She scoots a little bit closer, something Aang noticed because of the faint blush on his face. "You know how much I care and worry about you Aang. Tell me what's wrong, please?"
He doesn't respond.
If her concern wasn't going to help, then she decided to be bold. She laid her hand on top of his, a notion he noticed because once he felt the warmth of her fingertips grazing against the back of his hand, he turned to look at her. Having the opportunity, Katara didn't think before planting a kiss on his lips. It wasn't until a few seconds later that Aang reciprocated, closing his eyes and giving into what she thought was something he's wanted to do for as long as she knew him.
Then he stops, looking the other way and apologizing. When she felt him trying to move away from her, she laughed holding on to his hand tightly. "It's nothing to be ashamed about. We kissed, it's nothing inappropriate."
"Knowing each other the way we do it should be appropriate," he spoke softly, "but...it can't be."
"What do you mean...?"
He turned to face her for one last time, and she could've sworn she saw tears building up in his eyes. A few of her own tears began to fall when she finally understood the expression on his face as he looked at her.
"I'm sorry..." and when he finally let’s go, she felt him take her heart when the second hand unwinds.
Set the Fire
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Once, Toph and Sokka took Aang to a bar not too far from the Fire Capital. They wanted to take him away from the Zuko and Katara lovefest because they both knew how much he deeply cared for and loved her. While Toph spoke in cursed tongues and Sokka joined her, Aang ignited a small fire on the bar stool, watching the flames and wishing now more than ever that he was a firebender. He thought that maybe she would love him more if he was, and then he mentally slaps himself for thinking it.
Fall
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He has a look she can't describe that resurrects all these old feelings she once held. It's impossible to hide them, Aang has always been her friend and with his touch, even though it speaks much, she has no regrets.
Deeper they become, and they have nights where the light flickers. She, for that instant, falls. She much rather enjoys saying she ascends rather than falls because it's not out of grace but out of a divine sensation.
Challenge - Tissue
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(A little challenge b/w Frozen & I. Thought you guys would like to read it)
He didn't notice the blood seeping through the edge of his lips until Katara approached him with a tissue in hand. He sat beside her on the bed provided for her while they stayed in the Fire Palace. She raised her hand and gently dabbed the cut with gentle strokes. The whole time she seemed too fixated to helping him, and it occurred to him just how serious and concerned she was when he looked at her.
"There, all done." she pronounced, and then Aang became very bold as he took her hand into his. It seemed perfect: it was evening so the only thing illuminating the room was the candle that was positioned on her bedside table. There was something about the glint in her eyes that Aang couldn't help but feel allured to, as if it was compelling him to take her in his arms and kiss her.
"Katara..." he whispers, taking a deep breath before he started leaning in. He could tell that she was unsure of what to do. Her body was tense and didn't move a flinch even while he was leaning in.
To his surprise, she tilted her head and began leaning in as well, whispering his name before catching his lips with hers. Theirs was a tender kiss, one that Aang (as far as he was concerned) always wanted to share with her. Even though she thought of it many times herself, she never expected their first kiss to be like this.
It was awkward, bumping nose against nose and their lips smacking on top of the other, but that was the beauty of it. When Aang started to slip in his tongue, she accidentally bit him by mistake. ("I'm so sorry!" she told him and he said: "It's okay, it's no big deal.") After that, the two kissed again, this time pressing their lips together and she didn't notice a small spec of blood on her lips that must've came from when she came into contact with his.
"Here," he smiled as he took the tissue from her hand that she had previously used on him. "Let me help you with that."
She blushed before nodding, and watched Aang dab away at whatever traces of blood there was left thinking how odd that such a normal action could have such an unexpected reaction.