Caught in the Moment (#064); Hold On for One More Day (#036); Just Because (#062)
It's been quiet here lately. D: Since midterms are done, I come bearing many gifts!
Title: Caught in the Moment
Author:
angelchan_2004
Rating: PG?
Prompt: #064 Games
Warning(s): FLUFF.
Word Count: 395
Summary: Playing in the water leads to near hits and misses.
Author's Notes: Written on a whim, based off what I know for episode five, The Beach. Not my favorite of the three, that's for sure.
Title: Hold On for One More Day
Author:angelchan_2004
Rating: G
Prompt: #036 Tomorrow
Warning(s): FLUFF.
Word Count: 613
Summary: Aang feels he has one chance left to confess.
Author's Notes: Haha, I totally stole this idea fromshizumasloverover at Flaming Knives. It was just so... so beautiful? <3
Title: Just Because
Author:angelchan_2004
Rating: G
Prompt: #062 Eyes
Warning(s): MORE FLUFF.
Word Count: 100
Summary: Because sometimes all you need to do is be sweet.
Author's Notes: I kinda stole this idea from my sisteromg i'm an idea stealing whore. I thought it was cute and went with it. Hee.
Title: Caught in the Moment
Author:
angelchan_2004Rating: PG?
Prompt: #064 Games
Warning(s): FLUFF.
Word Count: 395
Summary: Playing in the water leads to near hits and misses.
Author's Notes: Written on a whim, based off what I know for episode five, The Beach. Not my favorite of the three, that's for sure.
It started out simple enough: they were hot, and there was a large pool of water that was hidden from view. Just a quick dip, then they would be off--at least, that’s what they’d planned.
A few hours later, Sokka was snoozing and Toph was roaming a far wall. Aang and Katara, however, were engaged in a game of water tag. Laughter filled the area as the two splashed and bended various waves at each other, running about wildly.
Katara shifted her weight, giggling, and prepared to send a surprise attack at her opponent. Aang flitted away, creating small water-bombs and making it genuinely hard to catch him. The girl huffed, dropping her stance and running after him.
“No air bending!” she yelled. “That’s cheating!”
“Hey, I can’t help it if I have three elements to control!”
Just as she was about to respond, her foot connected with a rock that jutted out under the water. She yelped, flinging her hands forward to brace herself.
Aang was in front of her in a second, catching her flailing arms.
“Careful,” he chided as she steadied herself.
“Thanks.” Embarrassed, Katara slid her gaze up to meet his. Her heart skipped a beat. A smirk was set on his face, eyebrow raised in amusement; his hair stuck out in odd angles; he was sweating, body gleaming in the sun’s bright rays. Holding her breath, she straightened up. For some reason, she couldn’t take her eyes off of his… couldn’t pull her hands away.
His smile faded, and he asked, “You okay?”
“Y-yeah…,” she whispered. Before she knew it, she was moving forward-- drawn to him like a magnet.
“Katara…?” His grip on her arms tightened. “W-what are you…?”
Even as her eyes closed, she still shook her head. “I,” she sighed, “I don’t kn….” The words died at her lips as she felt his trembling breath against her skin. She ignored her racing mind and wanted nothing more than to experience the feel of his lips against hers. He mumbled something, but it was lost to her ears. Closing in, she--
A sudden SHK-BOOM! to their right snapped the two back to reality. They jumped away as rocks fell all around, holding each other close and using their free hands to create a shield of water. On the cliff, a man glared down at them.
Playtime was over.
A few hours later, Sokka was snoozing and Toph was roaming a far wall. Aang and Katara, however, were engaged in a game of water tag. Laughter filled the area as the two splashed and bended various waves at each other, running about wildly.
Katara shifted her weight, giggling, and prepared to send a surprise attack at her opponent. Aang flitted away, creating small water-bombs and making it genuinely hard to catch him. The girl huffed, dropping her stance and running after him.
“No air bending!” she yelled. “That’s cheating!”
“Hey, I can’t help it if I have three elements to control!”
Just as she was about to respond, her foot connected with a rock that jutted out under the water. She yelped, flinging her hands forward to brace herself.
Aang was in front of her in a second, catching her flailing arms.
“Careful,” he chided as she steadied herself.
“Thanks.” Embarrassed, Katara slid her gaze up to meet his. Her heart skipped a beat. A smirk was set on his face, eyebrow raised in amusement; his hair stuck out in odd angles; he was sweating, body gleaming in the sun’s bright rays. Holding her breath, she straightened up. For some reason, she couldn’t take her eyes off of his… couldn’t pull her hands away.
His smile faded, and he asked, “You okay?”
“Y-yeah…,” she whispered. Before she knew it, she was moving forward-- drawn to him like a magnet.
“Katara…?” His grip on her arms tightened. “W-what are you…?”
Even as her eyes closed, she still shook her head. “I,” she sighed, “I don’t kn….” The words died at her lips as she felt his trembling breath against her skin. She ignored her racing mind and wanted nothing more than to experience the feel of his lips against hers. He mumbled something, but it was lost to her ears. Closing in, she--
A sudden SHK-BOOM! to their right snapped the two back to reality. They jumped away as rocks fell all around, holding each other close and using their free hands to create a shield of water. On the cliff, a man glared down at them.
Playtime was over.
Title: Hold On for One More Day
Author:
angelchan_2004Rating: G
Prompt: #036 Tomorrow
Warning(s): FLUFF.
Word Count: 613
Summary: Aang feels he has one chance left to confess.
Author's Notes: Haha, I totally stole this idea from
shizumasloverover at Flaming Knives. It was just so... so beautiful? <3The sun was sinking slowly, staining the sky with various shades of red and orange. Aang thought he saw some purple hiding in the corners of the clouds, but he honestly wasn’t paying attention to the scenery; his eyes were captured by blue.
All day, his mantra had been, “I have to tell her, I have to tell her,” reverberating through his head even when preparations were being made and plans were being finalized. Even with so much to do, the boy had caught himself unconsciously staring at her, watching her move about their camp and wondering if she knew how beautiful she looked in her battle wear.
It wasn’t until later, when night was waking, that he managed to pull her away from the group. They didn’t go too far out, just past the woods to a small spot where the cliff met the sea. He’d always found the waves on the earth to be soothing….
So he finally had her with him-- alone-- and she was smiling and waiting with her ocean-like orbs innocently wide. Everything seemed well and good. Except his nervousness and his pessimistic thoughts (“what if she doesn’t feel that way?” and “if she does feel that way, and I die, that just hurts her!”) were all clashing inside of him.
He took a deep breath.
“Katara,” he started, trying to keep his voice calm. “It’s going to be pretty crazy starting tomorrow, huh?”
She smiled weakly. “Yeah… but it’ll work out in the end. I know it.”
Her confidence (in both the invasion and him) always surprised him. Especially since he had such little faith in himself that he felt the need to express to her the whole of his heart before it was too late. Taking a step closer, he said, “Maybe….”
“It will.”
“Alright, alright. I believe you.” He was sure the grin that followed was faker than Sokka’s beard, and the water bender’s worried look confirmed it. Quickly, he put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her to him. Better late than never, right?
“Katara,” he whispered, “there’s something I have to tell you. I just-- I wanted you to know. You have to know. I… I lo--”
Three fingers brushed against his lips, silencing all speech. Confused, he watched as she shook her head gently. “Please don’t say it. Please.” There were tears in her eyes.
Aang felt his heart freeze up. The only thing he could think was: she knows, she doesn’t want me to say it, she doesn’t love me back. His eyebrows twisted in pain as he began to look away; his grip on her arms loosened.
“Tomorrow,” she demanded suddenly. “Tell me tomorrow. After we’ve won, and we’re all together again.”
His breath caught in his throat as her hands moved to cup his cheeks. He found himself unable to look away from her gaze, too engrossed to do much else but stare back.
And then he realized that she was leaning in.
Her face hovered over his, mouths just inches apart. Warm, uneven breath tickled his parted lips. The young Avatar moaned feebly, as if begging for the space between the two to disappear. For a while, it appeared as though she were contemplating whether or not to cover the remaining distance as they stared at each other through half lidded eyes.
“Tomorrow,” Katara finally murmured as she pulled away with much reluctance.
The boy felt disappointment wash over him, even though the spark of hope had been rekindled yet again. A small smile formed as he reached out and wiped away her tears, fingers lingering on her cheeks longer than need be.
“Okay. Tomorrow it is.”
All day, his mantra had been, “I have to tell her, I have to tell her,” reverberating through his head even when preparations were being made and plans were being finalized. Even with so much to do, the boy had caught himself unconsciously staring at her, watching her move about their camp and wondering if she knew how beautiful she looked in her battle wear.
It wasn’t until later, when night was waking, that he managed to pull her away from the group. They didn’t go too far out, just past the woods to a small spot where the cliff met the sea. He’d always found the waves on the earth to be soothing….
So he finally had her with him-- alone-- and she was smiling and waiting with her ocean-like orbs innocently wide. Everything seemed well and good. Except his nervousness and his pessimistic thoughts (“what if she doesn’t feel that way?” and “if she does feel that way, and I die, that just hurts her!”) were all clashing inside of him.
He took a deep breath.
“Katara,” he started, trying to keep his voice calm. “It’s going to be pretty crazy starting tomorrow, huh?”
She smiled weakly. “Yeah… but it’ll work out in the end. I know it.”
Her confidence (in both the invasion and him) always surprised him. Especially since he had such little faith in himself that he felt the need to express to her the whole of his heart before it was too late. Taking a step closer, he said, “Maybe….”
“It will.”
“Alright, alright. I believe you.” He was sure the grin that followed was faker than Sokka’s beard, and the water bender’s worried look confirmed it. Quickly, he put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her to him. Better late than never, right?
“Katara,” he whispered, “there’s something I have to tell you. I just-- I wanted you to know. You have to know. I… I lo--”
Three fingers brushed against his lips, silencing all speech. Confused, he watched as she shook her head gently. “Please don’t say it. Please.” There were tears in her eyes.
Aang felt his heart freeze up. The only thing he could think was: she knows, she doesn’t want me to say it, she doesn’t love me back. His eyebrows twisted in pain as he began to look away; his grip on her arms loosened.
“Tomorrow,” she demanded suddenly. “Tell me tomorrow. After we’ve won, and we’re all together again.”
His breath caught in his throat as her hands moved to cup his cheeks. He found himself unable to look away from her gaze, too engrossed to do much else but stare back.
And then he realized that she was leaning in.
Her face hovered over his, mouths just inches apart. Warm, uneven breath tickled his parted lips. The young Avatar moaned feebly, as if begging for the space between the two to disappear. For a while, it appeared as though she were contemplating whether or not to cover the remaining distance as they stared at each other through half lidded eyes.
“Tomorrow,” Katara finally murmured as she pulled away with much reluctance.
The boy felt disappointment wash over him, even though the spark of hope had been rekindled yet again. A small smile formed as he reached out and wiped away her tears, fingers lingering on her cheeks longer than need be.
“Okay. Tomorrow it is.”
Title: Just Because
Author:
angelchan_2004Rating: G
Prompt: #062 Eyes
Warning(s): MORE FLUFF.
Word Count: 100
Summary: Because sometimes all you need to do is be sweet.
Author's Notes: I kinda stole this idea from my sister
Blue.
She stared at the stone held out before her, mouth agape, as he murmured, “--because it reminded me of your eyes.”
Taking the gift slowly, Katara was left dumbstruck (though she didn’t know why). In her moment of silence, Aang had somehow garnered the courage to lean forward and place his lips nervously on her rosy cheek. This left her even more perplexed. After a moment of thought, she smiled. “You missed,” she whispered.
She watched his face shift from confusion to embarrassment to determination-- all in about five seconds. He leaned in again.
This time, he didn’t miss.