[fic] Tempo; [fic] Unbroken; [fic] Kiss and Make Up; [fic] Easy
FOUR FICS? ALL FLUFF? D: WHAT HAVE I DOOOOONE?
Title: Tempo
Author:
angelchan_2004
Rating: PG13 (BORDERLINE?)
Prompt: #040 (Dirty) Dancing
Warning(s): UHM. IMPLICATIONS?
Word count: 100
Summary: He loses his rhythm; she finds it for him.
Author's notes: I HAVE NO COMMENT. WAIT! THERE IS ONE: I... am not sure how much I like it.
Shifting and wild, the tempo increased.
Air rose around her, gentle yet powerful (desperate… ragged…), and she paused, leaning down. Calm, whispering, her hands traced his head, his tattoos; and her lips traced his face, his parted mouth.
“It’s okay.”
One hand was in her hair, tugging, twirling, fiddling, while the other claimed her leg. His brows became lax, and he opened his eyes. His breathing slowed (only a little, still raspy). A smile, shaky, and a kiss.
“Better?”
Another shift in the stance, more intricate, more intimate, and the pace raced along with their heartbeats.
They danced until dawn.
Title: Unbroken
Author:
angelchan_2004
Rating: G
Prompt: #054 Between
Warning(s): Post-finale fluff!
Word count: 511
Summary: Confusion no longer taints her mind.
Author's notes: I wrote this one from the perspective of the finale kiss being Aang and Katara's first 'couple' kiss. Heeee.
The time seemed to fly by, and before she knew it two months had passed.
What had happened…? She couldn’t remember--like a blur, life had sped up, an unrelenting sequence of events that only recently decided to calm down. Hadn’t she set a goal for herself?
When he’d appeared before her, body sore but eyes bright, she’d held him close and cried. Though her faith in him had been unwavering, the sight of him alive had relieved her more than she would admit. He’d smiled at her, comforting, and returned her hug as tightly as he could. And then he’d been swept away
She’d seen him so little after that….
There were many things she wanted to tell him. That she was proud of him, so proud. That she would help him with whatever hardships he’d have to suffer through. That she loved him.
Of course, the last one left a rather interesting array of emotions. Some made her heart flutter; while others were tainted with guilt. Her confusion had all but departed once the war had ended and she’d been able to have a moment to just think. However… the girl knew that she had said things (not harsh, but not as gentle as intended) that left the bond between them teetering.
She had to mend it. She wanted to mend it (better than before, so much stronger--the kind forevers are made of).
So there she was, twiddling her thumbs as she attempted small talk with Mai in the newly-refurbished Jasmine Dragon. Her ears perked as the sounds of laughter floated through the room, only to have her hopes quickly dashed. Toph jogged by, followed by an extremely excited Sokka and a not-so-impressed Suki. Off on another mini adventure, Katara assumed with an eye roll.
To her right, Zuko was quietly talking to a yawning Iroh as they prepared some tea. She smiled at the quaint sight, then turned to comment on the older woman’s tale. “That’s quite the--”
A loud groan, followed by the familiar sound of six feet large feet landing outside the shop. Head snapping to attention, she let out a soft, “Ah,” as her eyes widened in expectation. Beside her, Mai clicked her tongue knowingly.
He walked into the room, an apology spilling from his lips: his meeting had run over, and he was so sorry for being late. Everyone began to gather around him, grins and cheers littering the group. Katara found herself rising, an odd magnetic pull that demanded she be by his side.
Their eyes met; and she knew.
The bond, the one she’d feared had been damaged, was still there, still intense. She reeled at the emotions playing in his gaze, and he was most likely dealing with something similar (judging by the crooked smirk falling into place). For the first time in two months, life slowed to a halt.
A moment, a simple second, and everything fell into place.
(Since when are words important?)
Title: Kiss and Make Up
Author:
angelchan_2004
Rating: G
Prompt: #037 Apologize
Warning(s): Post-finale fluff!
Word count: 624
Summary: Sorry, so sorry... let me silence you with a kiss.
Author's notes: So. Imagine the finale kiss was not Aang and Katara's first kiss. Add a ton of fluff. WHAT DO YOU GET? (Probably not this fic! xD)
He caught her standing there, still and serene, in one of the palace’s chambers. She’d been so quiet lately, and he could only imagine why.
Her stance was composed, save for her hand firmly grasping the windowpane she was standing in front of. He assumed she was captivated by the clouds or perhaps her own thoughts, but struggled with the idea of going in and talking to her. The last time they’d spoken--not just simple “Hello”s and “I’m glad you’re okay”s--it had ended sourly… and he knew it had been his fault.
Before he could sneak off, she turned around. “Oh,” she whispered breathily. “Hello, Aang.”
The blood rushed to his face. He felt cornered and wanted to run, even as she smiled at him with her own cheeks painted pink. “Hey,” came his uneasy response. She signaled for him to come closer; and, though his mind protested, he complied.
Her blue eyes watched him carefully. The boy felt a lump form in his throat. “I like your outfit,” she said at last and surprised him yet again by shifting closer until their shoulders touched.
“Th-thanks.” Eyes wide and mouth curved into a nervous frown, Aang stiffened as the girl suddenly rested her head on his shoulder. “Um, Katara…?”
“I’m sorry.”
“What do you mean?” he rasped, gasping as she looked up at him.
A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. “I was so… horrible to you, all because I was confused. I shouldn’t have--I can’t believe I…!” She straightened in an instant and looked him in the eyes. “I’m sorry… for not taking your feelings into consideration. Even though you kind of deserved some of it,” she added playfully.
The awkwardness had lifted (well, it was still there, but not suffocating him like before), and he grinned at her. “Well, I can’t help it if your lips are addictive,” he explained, trying to play along with the joke.
Her gaze fell to his mouth, and she muttered, “Really…? I guess I could say the same about you.” And before he could process the extent of her confession, she leaned in and kissed him.
It wasn’t hasty, and it wasn’t exactly passionate. Clumsy, perhaps. The boy, however, was in heaven. His mind focused on her lips moving over his, on the “I’m sorry”s pouring from the simple touch, on the way her hands ran across the back of his head lovingly. He had just begun to return the kiss when she pulled away, a blush tinting her ears. He thought she’d never looked so beautiful.
“I,” Katara began hesitantly. He cupped her cheek, as if to tell her he understood, and she leaned into it. “I’m not confused. Not anymore.” She bit her lip before repeating, “I’m s--”
He silenced her with a kiss of his own. More intensity, less anxiety. Nowhere near as long as he would have liked, but long enough to leave her breathless. When he broke it, smirking as she glared at him, he tossed her own apology right back at her, “I’m sorry. I didn’t take your feelings into consideration. I should have accepted that you needed more time--I shouldn’t have forced myself on you.”
With a laugh, she countered with, “Well, I’m sorry for being so rude to you before!” and met her lips to his once more.
To which he announced, “I shouldn’t have argued with you! I’m sorry,” following it up with another kiss.
They continued to apologize to one another until a rather amused Toph discovered them.
(“Guuuys, they’re just in here making out!”)
Title: Easy
Author:
angelchan_2004
Rating: G
Prompt: #070 Casual
Warning(s): Post-finale fluff!
Word count: 636
Summary: It's not something Sokka really understands.
Author's notes: I wanted something lighthearted, with a little trio action. <3333 I kind of like this one~ Oh, it takes place shortly after the finale. 8D
The sunlight was much too bright for Sokka’s liking. For once, he had been able to wake up at a decent hour--only to realize that his eyes cared little for the blinding rays and were begging to close. He groaned and rested his head on the large table.
“Hey, Sokka.”
Chancing a peek--Aang’s perky smile filled his blurry vision--the warrior grunted in response.
“I take it you slept well?” Humor clung to his question, light and cheery (much too cheery for that time of day). A few footsteps and a chair creak later, the airbender could be heard munching on a roll of bread.
“Food?” Sokka asked, hopeful, and lifted his head. A small basket sat in front of him, fresh buns glistening in the sunlight. He mumbled a short “Thanks” before snatching two and indulging himself.
“Our break’s almost over,” Aang muttered after a few minutes of silence, setting down his half-eaten breakfast. “Soon… well, I guess we’ll be splitting up again, won’t we?”
Sokka chewed, swallowed, then sighed happily before replying: “You sound like we’ll never see each other again!” Reaching for a third loaf, he leaned back in his chair. “What’re you planning to do, anyway?”
There was another span of silence, which caused the questioner to raise a brow. Finally, his friend laughed a rather edgy laugh. “I,” he mused, “I’ve never really thought it over. I’ll probably help Zuko for a while.” Grey eyes slid up to meet him, a quick glance, before shifting into an obviously-fake nonchalant expression. “What about you?”
He shrugged. “I’m debating between Kyoshi Island and home. Suki and I want to stay together, but we still haven’t chosen where we want to be.” The teen leaned forward, resting his chin in his palms. “I think we’d be more useful back home, though. They’re trying to rebuild everything, you know?”
Aang nodded. “That’s great! Both things, I mean, ” he rectified with a blush. “The rebuilding and the whole ‘staying with Suki’ bit. I-I hope Katara--”
“What about me?”
Both boys glanced up as the young waterbender sleepily shuffled into the room. She brushed some loose hair from her face as she leaned over to Aang and greeted him with a kiss on his jaw line. “Morning,” she managed through a yawn. Without a second thought, she slid into her boyfriend’s lap and sighed.
“How do you do it?” Sokka hadn’t meant to sound so perplexed, but he figured his pondering stare would be good enough.
Confusion flashed across his sister’s face. Aang, after wrapping his arms around the girl’s waist, tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean?” he asked innocently.
“That!” the teen exclaimed, pointing to them. “I mean, even Suki and I had to deal with the awkwardness and everything when transitioning to a more… romantic relationship. How can you two act so relaxed? Like it’s the easiest thing in the world?”
“It is easy, Sokka,” the girl informed him, nowhere near as amused as the boy holding her.
“This is how it’s always been.” Aang held her closer and nuzzled against her neck. “Just… with more holding and kissing,” he added hastily when Sokka’s mouth fell open in shock.
“Riiiight,” he drawled, rolling his eyes. “Like you two were ever this casual.”
The young couple chuckled softly, perhaps at a private joke, and Sokka found himself smiling despite the need to understand their new and ‘easy’ relationship. When everyone had quieted down, Aang took in a deep breath and asked, “So, Katara, you’re going to be staying with me, right?”
Needless to say, Sokka had something else boggling his mind for weeks to come.
Title: Tempo
Author:
angelchan_2004
Rating: PG13 (BORDERLINE?)
Prompt: #040 (Dirty) Dancing
Warning(s): UHM. IMPLICATIONS?
Word count: 100
Summary: He loses his rhythm; she finds it for him.
Author's notes: I HAVE NO COMMENT. WAIT! THERE IS ONE: I... am not sure how much I like it.
Shifting and wild, the tempo increased.
Air rose around her, gentle yet powerful (desperate… ragged…), and she paused, leaning down. Calm, whispering, her hands traced his head, his tattoos; and her lips traced his face, his parted mouth.
“It’s okay.”
One hand was in her hair, tugging, twirling, fiddling, while the other claimed her leg. His brows became lax, and he opened his eyes. His breathing slowed (only a little, still raspy). A smile, shaky, and a kiss.
“Better?”
Another shift in the stance, more intricate, more intimate, and the pace raced along with their heartbeats.
They danced until dawn.
Title: Unbroken
Author:
angelchan_2004
Rating: G
Prompt: #054 Between
Warning(s): Post-finale fluff!
Word count: 511
Summary: Confusion no longer taints her mind.
Author's notes: I wrote this one from the perspective of the finale kiss being Aang and Katara's first 'couple' kiss. Heeee.
The time seemed to fly by, and before she knew it two months had passed.
What had happened…? She couldn’t remember--like a blur, life had sped up, an unrelenting sequence of events that only recently decided to calm down. Hadn’t she set a goal for herself?
When he’d appeared before her, body sore but eyes bright, she’d held him close and cried. Though her faith in him had been unwavering, the sight of him alive had relieved her more than she would admit. He’d smiled at her, comforting, and returned her hug as tightly as he could. And then he’d been swept away
She’d seen him so little after that….
There were many things she wanted to tell him. That she was proud of him, so proud. That she would help him with whatever hardships he’d have to suffer through. That she loved him.
Of course, the last one left a rather interesting array of emotions. Some made her heart flutter; while others were tainted with guilt. Her confusion had all but departed once the war had ended and she’d been able to have a moment to just think. However… the girl knew that she had said things (not harsh, but not as gentle as intended) that left the bond between them teetering.
She had to mend it. She wanted to mend it (better than before, so much stronger--the kind forevers are made of).
So there she was, twiddling her thumbs as she attempted small talk with Mai in the newly-refurbished Jasmine Dragon. Her ears perked as the sounds of laughter floated through the room, only to have her hopes quickly dashed. Toph jogged by, followed by an extremely excited Sokka and a not-so-impressed Suki. Off on another mini adventure, Katara assumed with an eye roll.
To her right, Zuko was quietly talking to a yawning Iroh as they prepared some tea. She smiled at the quaint sight, then turned to comment on the older woman’s tale. “That’s quite the--”
A loud groan, followed by the familiar sound of six feet large feet landing outside the shop. Head snapping to attention, she let out a soft, “Ah,” as her eyes widened in expectation. Beside her, Mai clicked her tongue knowingly.
He walked into the room, an apology spilling from his lips: his meeting had run over, and he was so sorry for being late. Everyone began to gather around him, grins and cheers littering the group. Katara found herself rising, an odd magnetic pull that demanded she be by his side.
Their eyes met; and she knew.
The bond, the one she’d feared had been damaged, was still there, still intense. She reeled at the emotions playing in his gaze, and he was most likely dealing with something similar (judging by the crooked smirk falling into place). For the first time in two months, life slowed to a halt.
A moment, a simple second, and everything fell into place.
(Since when are words important?)
Title: Kiss and Make Up
Author:
angelchan_2004
Rating: G
Prompt: #037 Apologize
Warning(s): Post-finale fluff!
Word count: 624
Summary: Sorry, so sorry... let me silence you with a kiss.
Author's notes: So. Imagine the finale kiss was not Aang and Katara's first kiss. Add a ton of fluff. WHAT DO YOU GET? (Probably not this fic! xD)
He caught her standing there, still and serene, in one of the palace’s chambers. She’d been so quiet lately, and he could only imagine why.
Her stance was composed, save for her hand firmly grasping the windowpane she was standing in front of. He assumed she was captivated by the clouds or perhaps her own thoughts, but struggled with the idea of going in and talking to her. The last time they’d spoken--not just simple “Hello”s and “I’m glad you’re okay”s--it had ended sourly… and he knew it had been his fault.
Before he could sneak off, she turned around. “Oh,” she whispered breathily. “Hello, Aang.”
The blood rushed to his face. He felt cornered and wanted to run, even as she smiled at him with her own cheeks painted pink. “Hey,” came his uneasy response. She signaled for him to come closer; and, though his mind protested, he complied.
Her blue eyes watched him carefully. The boy felt a lump form in his throat. “I like your outfit,” she said at last and surprised him yet again by shifting closer until their shoulders touched.
“Th-thanks.” Eyes wide and mouth curved into a nervous frown, Aang stiffened as the girl suddenly rested her head on his shoulder. “Um, Katara…?”
“I’m sorry.”
“What do you mean?” he rasped, gasping as she looked up at him.
A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. “I was so… horrible to you, all because I was confused. I shouldn’t have--I can’t believe I…!” She straightened in an instant and looked him in the eyes. “I’m sorry… for not taking your feelings into consideration. Even though you kind of deserved some of it,” she added playfully.
The awkwardness had lifted (well, it was still there, but not suffocating him like before), and he grinned at her. “Well, I can’t help it if your lips are addictive,” he explained, trying to play along with the joke.
Her gaze fell to his mouth, and she muttered, “Really…? I guess I could say the same about you.” And before he could process the extent of her confession, she leaned in and kissed him.
It wasn’t hasty, and it wasn’t exactly passionate. Clumsy, perhaps. The boy, however, was in heaven. His mind focused on her lips moving over his, on the “I’m sorry”s pouring from the simple touch, on the way her hands ran across the back of his head lovingly. He had just begun to return the kiss when she pulled away, a blush tinting her ears. He thought she’d never looked so beautiful.
“I,” Katara began hesitantly. He cupped her cheek, as if to tell her he understood, and she leaned into it. “I’m not confused. Not anymore.” She bit her lip before repeating, “I’m s--”
He silenced her with a kiss of his own. More intensity, less anxiety. Nowhere near as long as he would have liked, but long enough to leave her breathless. When he broke it, smirking as she glared at him, he tossed her own apology right back at her, “I’m sorry. I didn’t take your feelings into consideration. I should have accepted that you needed more time--I shouldn’t have forced myself on you.”
With a laugh, she countered with, “Well, I’m sorry for being so rude to you before!” and met her lips to his once more.
To which he announced, “I shouldn’t have argued with you! I’m sorry,” following it up with another kiss.
They continued to apologize to one another until a rather amused Toph discovered them.
(“Guuuys, they’re just in here making out!”)
Title: Easy
Author:
angelchan_2004
Rating: G
Prompt: #070 Casual
Warning(s): Post-finale fluff!
Word count: 636
Summary: It's not something Sokka really understands.
Author's notes: I wanted something lighthearted, with a little trio action. <3333 I kind of like this one~ Oh, it takes place shortly after the finale. 8D
The sunlight was much too bright for Sokka’s liking. For once, he had been able to wake up at a decent hour--only to realize that his eyes cared little for the blinding rays and were begging to close. He groaned and rested his head on the large table.
“Hey, Sokka.”
Chancing a peek--Aang’s perky smile filled his blurry vision--the warrior grunted in response.
“I take it you slept well?” Humor clung to his question, light and cheery (much too cheery for that time of day). A few footsteps and a chair creak later, the airbender could be heard munching on a roll of bread.
“Food?” Sokka asked, hopeful, and lifted his head. A small basket sat in front of him, fresh buns glistening in the sunlight. He mumbled a short “Thanks” before snatching two and indulging himself.
“Our break’s almost over,” Aang muttered after a few minutes of silence, setting down his half-eaten breakfast. “Soon… well, I guess we’ll be splitting up again, won’t we?”
Sokka chewed, swallowed, then sighed happily before replying: “You sound like we’ll never see each other again!” Reaching for a third loaf, he leaned back in his chair. “What’re you planning to do, anyway?”
There was another span of silence, which caused the questioner to raise a brow. Finally, his friend laughed a rather edgy laugh. “I,” he mused, “I’ve never really thought it over. I’ll probably help Zuko for a while.” Grey eyes slid up to meet him, a quick glance, before shifting into an obviously-fake nonchalant expression. “What about you?”
He shrugged. “I’m debating between Kyoshi Island and home. Suki and I want to stay together, but we still haven’t chosen where we want to be.” The teen leaned forward, resting his chin in his palms. “I think we’d be more useful back home, though. They’re trying to rebuild everything, you know?”
Aang nodded. “That’s great! Both things, I mean, ” he rectified with a blush. “The rebuilding and the whole ‘staying with Suki’ bit. I-I hope Katara--”
“What about me?”
Both boys glanced up as the young waterbender sleepily shuffled into the room. She brushed some loose hair from her face as she leaned over to Aang and greeted him with a kiss on his jaw line. “Morning,” she managed through a yawn. Without a second thought, she slid into her boyfriend’s lap and sighed.
“How do you do it?” Sokka hadn’t meant to sound so perplexed, but he figured his pondering stare would be good enough.
Confusion flashed across his sister’s face. Aang, after wrapping his arms around the girl’s waist, tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean?” he asked innocently.
“That!” the teen exclaimed, pointing to them. “I mean, even Suki and I had to deal with the awkwardness and everything when transitioning to a more… romantic relationship. How can you two act so relaxed? Like it’s the easiest thing in the world?”
“It is easy, Sokka,” the girl informed him, nowhere near as amused as the boy holding her.
“This is how it’s always been.” Aang held her closer and nuzzled against her neck. “Just… with more holding and kissing,” he added hastily when Sokka’s mouth fell open in shock.
“Riiiight,” he drawled, rolling his eyes. “Like you two were ever this casual.”
The young couple chuckled softly, perhaps at a private joke, and Sokka found himself smiling despite the need to understand their new and ‘easy’ relationship. When everyone had quieted down, Aang took in a deep breath and asked, “So, Katara, you’re going to be staying with me, right?”
Needless to say, Sokka had something else boggling his mind for weeks to come.