[Avatar: The Last Airbender] Aang/Katara, set Alpha
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Aang/Katara
Theme set: Alpha; a few of them are out of order, but I took the numbers off so it shouldn't be distracting.
Rating: Completely G-rated---this set was written with their ages in mind, so for those who are squeamish about their age, this is perfectly safe!
Comfort - Drenched in sweat, crying out in his sleep, a hand comes out to touch his face…and the nightmare retreats.
Kiss - “I love you,” he says, and she almost doesn’t know how to respond…almost.
Soft - Once, he tried to imagine how she might feel, sleeping in his arms…thinking about it made his cheeks tingle.
Pain - When he gets hit, she cries out as though it was her being attacked instead-and in some ways, it almost is.
Potatoes - Aang was the only one who knew that she liked the skin peeled off her potatoes-Sokka always just cuts them up before dropping them in the pot.
Jealousy - She couldn’t help but wonder once if he’d ever had any girlfriends in his past lives.
Rain - “The fisherman said that it’s supposed to rain a lot next week,” Sokka mentioned as they left town, and Aang was glad he’d talked Katara out of buying that second umbrella.
Chocolate - After the first time she gave him chocolate as a treat, she swore she would never do it again: he wouldn’t get off his air scooter for an hour, and that made for one very long bison-ride.
Happiness - After everyone knew he was the Avatar, none of his friends wanted to play with him any more; it was nice to go penguin sledding, and hear laughter that was not just his own.
Telephone - The two are rarely separated, but still he likes it when she writes him letters; it’s almost like he can hear her talking.
Ears - Katara tugs on her ears when she’s thinking - he thinks it’s cute, but he hopes it doesn’t make them grow long and dangly like her Gran’s…that’d be weird.
Name - She has always excelled in spelling, which is why she never told her brother about the one mistake she had made (and then hastily scribbled out) on a letter: Kataara.
Death - One time it was her turn to have a nightmare, and there was only one boy she wanted to see-he was glad to return the favor, for all the times it had been the other way around.
Tears - If tears were wet, why couldn’t she control them?
Sex - In the river, she leans over him to position his arms in just the right position, and for a long moment Aang really, really wishes he wasn’t a monk.
Touch - Funny how something so simple could bring down something so powerful-a sad gaze, a soft touch…
Weakness - He would have gladly let all his enemies know he loved her if he thought that it would somehow keep her safe from them.
Sensual - She smells like lavender and ocean spray; soothing calm with a little bit of a salty edge.
Speed - She doesn’t know why, but Katara can’t stop blushing the day she realizes that she has to look up now to look into Aang’s eyes.
Wind - He likes to watch how her hair loopies flutter in the wind on Appa’s back-it’s mesmerizing, almost, how they never move the same way twice-also, he just likes to watch her.
Freedom - He thinks that maybe a normal kid would be excited to have his superiors gone-no more monks to boss him around!...but the thing is, Aang doesn’t want to be alone, not ever.
Life - She holds a newborn baby in her arms, looks into its happy brown eyes, and for a minute she secretly pretends that it’s hers.
Hands - His movements are smooth and sharp, purposeful, and his hands clench and widen, and the air itself bows under his mastery…a powerful bender, indeed.
Taste - Her lips slide against his own, sweet and intoxicating like wine, and all he wants is more.
Devotion - There were no trumpets or twittering birds: once he knew, he knew, and that was all.
Forever - Knowing that his spirit will be reincarnated when he dies makes her unexpectedly angry…angry, she thinks, because she knows she can’t go with him.
Blood - There was another reason that she was glad she could heal: her night visions of Aang hurt and her standing there, helpless, were over.
Sickness - Opening his eyes and coughing, he sees her face smiling down at him, her cool hand resting lightly on his forehead, and he suddenly wishes very badly that he remembered his mother.
Melody - He feels slightly let down when he realizes he can’t remember any Air Nomad love songs.
Star - The two can never agree on whether it looks like water, or air, or fire or earth; one of them suggests that it might be all of them.
Home - “Hey, Aang…tell me all about the Air Temple: what was it like?” It feels nice to talk of home.
Confusion - Sure, he was mastering all four elements; but the one thing he really wished he could master was how to properly compliment a girl.
Fear - She refuses to accept the small feeling inside, the small feeling that he might not return from that room, the room that burns with walls of flame.
Lightning/Thunder - Aang, realizing this was a losing battle (“I AM PERFECTLY CALM!!” *twitch*) backed away slowly.
Bonds - He knew it was weak, he knew it was predictable, and he knew that it was dangerous, but he also knew that it was an inescapable fact: if they had Katara, that was where he would go, come hell or high water.
Market - Toph snaps her fingers impatiently: “Come on, come on!” but for some reason the decision feels very important: which of these hair ribbons looked prettier?
Technology - After he hops up on his glider, sometimes if he turns around fast enough he can catch the look of envy that flickers across Katara’s face.
Sky - When he can feel her weight on top of his, gripping him tightly around the chest and giggling into his ear, his hands tremble slightly on the wooden beams of his glider; he tries to concentrate on the air currents.
Gift - “Appa,” she says, “I got this for you,” reaching to feed him a fruit pie, and Aang knows without a doubt that this is the perfect girl.
Smile - He might say he feels fine, but Katara knows better…if Aang’s not smiling, something’s amiss.
Innocence - “Hey Sokka… you’ve kissed plenty of girls before, right?”
Completion - She loved the way his tattoos looked when he meditated: one arrow leading in to another, a never-ending cycle… a guilty pleasure, she’d trace over the patterns with her eyes, sometimes wishing it was her hands instead.
Clouds - Once, when he’d plucked up the nerve, he flew up in the sky to shape one of the clouds like a heart-but by the time he had gotten back down to get her attention, it had already floated apart.
Heaven - Katara understood now why the Cave of Two Lovers was so important to that couple: it almost physically hurt her to step away from him, away from his shelter where everything was okay…back into a world where people were dying in war.
Hell - Often now, in his nightmares, he was surrounded by a circle of flame, and she was on the outside: holding out her arms and screaming in pain - the scene was familiar, and Aang didn’t dare try to place it.
Sun - She doesn’t much care for the sun; it’s too hot, too volatile, and painful if it hangs around for too long-she much prefers the moon, silent and cool and dependable.
Moon - They like to stay up late during the full moon; he takes her up on his glider and it’s almost like they’re dancing.
Waves - In, out, in, out…even and calm…he loved to watch her bend, dancing with the waves like they were her own body.
Hair - He likes that she keeps her hair up in a braid-he doesn’t want any other man knowing how beautiful she looks when it’s loose and flowing down her back.
Supernova - “Look, Aang! A shooting star…make a wish!”
Pairing: Aang/Katara
Theme set: Alpha; a few of them are out of order, but I took the numbers off so it shouldn't be distracting.
Rating: Completely G-rated---this set was written with their ages in mind, so for those who are squeamish about their age, this is perfectly safe!
Comfort - Drenched in sweat, crying out in his sleep, a hand comes out to touch his face…and the nightmare retreats.
Kiss - “I love you,” he says, and she almost doesn’t know how to respond…almost.
Soft - Once, he tried to imagine how she might feel, sleeping in his arms…thinking about it made his cheeks tingle.
Pain - When he gets hit, she cries out as though it was her being attacked instead-and in some ways, it almost is.
Potatoes - Aang was the only one who knew that she liked the skin peeled off her potatoes-Sokka always just cuts them up before dropping them in the pot.
Jealousy - She couldn’t help but wonder once if he’d ever had any girlfriends in his past lives.
Rain - “The fisherman said that it’s supposed to rain a lot next week,” Sokka mentioned as they left town, and Aang was glad he’d talked Katara out of buying that second umbrella.
Chocolate - After the first time she gave him chocolate as a treat, she swore she would never do it again: he wouldn’t get off his air scooter for an hour, and that made for one very long bison-ride.
Happiness - After everyone knew he was the Avatar, none of his friends wanted to play with him any more; it was nice to go penguin sledding, and hear laughter that was not just his own.
Telephone - The two are rarely separated, but still he likes it when she writes him letters; it’s almost like he can hear her talking.
Ears - Katara tugs on her ears when she’s thinking - he thinks it’s cute, but he hopes it doesn’t make them grow long and dangly like her Gran’s…that’d be weird.
Name - She has always excelled in spelling, which is why she never told her brother about the one mistake she had made (and then hastily scribbled out) on a letter: Kataara.
Death - One time it was her turn to have a nightmare, and there was only one boy she wanted to see-he was glad to return the favor, for all the times it had been the other way around.
Tears - If tears were wet, why couldn’t she control them?
Sex - In the river, she leans over him to position his arms in just the right position, and for a long moment Aang really, really wishes he wasn’t a monk.
Touch - Funny how something so simple could bring down something so powerful-a sad gaze, a soft touch…
Weakness - He would have gladly let all his enemies know he loved her if he thought that it would somehow keep her safe from them.
Sensual - She smells like lavender and ocean spray; soothing calm with a little bit of a salty edge.
Speed - She doesn’t know why, but Katara can’t stop blushing the day she realizes that she has to look up now to look into Aang’s eyes.
Wind - He likes to watch how her hair loopies flutter in the wind on Appa’s back-it’s mesmerizing, almost, how they never move the same way twice-also, he just likes to watch her.
Freedom - He thinks that maybe a normal kid would be excited to have his superiors gone-no more monks to boss him around!...but the thing is, Aang doesn’t want to be alone, not ever.
Life - She holds a newborn baby in her arms, looks into its happy brown eyes, and for a minute she secretly pretends that it’s hers.
Hands - His movements are smooth and sharp, purposeful, and his hands clench and widen, and the air itself bows under his mastery…a powerful bender, indeed.
Taste - Her lips slide against his own, sweet and intoxicating like wine, and all he wants is more.
Devotion - There were no trumpets or twittering birds: once he knew, he knew, and that was all.
Forever - Knowing that his spirit will be reincarnated when he dies makes her unexpectedly angry…angry, she thinks, because she knows she can’t go with him.
Blood - There was another reason that she was glad she could heal: her night visions of Aang hurt and her standing there, helpless, were over.
Sickness - Opening his eyes and coughing, he sees her face smiling down at him, her cool hand resting lightly on his forehead, and he suddenly wishes very badly that he remembered his mother.
Melody - He feels slightly let down when he realizes he can’t remember any Air Nomad love songs.
Star - The two can never agree on whether it looks like water, or air, or fire or earth; one of them suggests that it might be all of them.
Home - “Hey, Aang…tell me all about the Air Temple: what was it like?” It feels nice to talk of home.
Confusion - Sure, he was mastering all four elements; but the one thing he really wished he could master was how to properly compliment a girl.
Fear - She refuses to accept the small feeling inside, the small feeling that he might not return from that room, the room that burns with walls of flame.
Lightning/Thunder - Aang, realizing this was a losing battle (“I AM PERFECTLY CALM!!” *twitch*) backed away slowly.
Bonds - He knew it was weak, he knew it was predictable, and he knew that it was dangerous, but he also knew that it was an inescapable fact: if they had Katara, that was where he would go, come hell or high water.
Market - Toph snaps her fingers impatiently: “Come on, come on!” but for some reason the decision feels very important: which of these hair ribbons looked prettier?
Technology - After he hops up on his glider, sometimes if he turns around fast enough he can catch the look of envy that flickers across Katara’s face.
Sky - When he can feel her weight on top of his, gripping him tightly around the chest and giggling into his ear, his hands tremble slightly on the wooden beams of his glider; he tries to concentrate on the air currents.
Gift - “Appa,” she says, “I got this for you,” reaching to feed him a fruit pie, and Aang knows without a doubt that this is the perfect girl.
Smile - He might say he feels fine, but Katara knows better…if Aang’s not smiling, something’s amiss.
Innocence - “Hey Sokka… you’ve kissed plenty of girls before, right?”
Completion - She loved the way his tattoos looked when he meditated: one arrow leading in to another, a never-ending cycle… a guilty pleasure, she’d trace over the patterns with her eyes, sometimes wishing it was her hands instead.
Clouds - Once, when he’d plucked up the nerve, he flew up in the sky to shape one of the clouds like a heart-but by the time he had gotten back down to get her attention, it had already floated apart.
Heaven - Katara understood now why the Cave of Two Lovers was so important to that couple: it almost physically hurt her to step away from him, away from his shelter where everything was okay…back into a world where people were dying in war.
Hell - Often now, in his nightmares, he was surrounded by a circle of flame, and she was on the outside: holding out her arms and screaming in pain - the scene was familiar, and Aang didn’t dare try to place it.
Sun - She doesn’t much care for the sun; it’s too hot, too volatile, and painful if it hangs around for too long-she much prefers the moon, silent and cool and dependable.
Moon - They like to stay up late during the full moon; he takes her up on his glider and it’s almost like they’re dancing.
Waves - In, out, in, out…even and calm…he loved to watch her bend, dancing with the waves like they were her own body.
Hair - He likes that she keeps her hair up in a braid-he doesn’t want any other man knowing how beautiful she looks when it’s loose and flowing down her back.
Supernova - “Look, Aang! A shooting star…make a wish!”