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Aang's Fan Fiction

Katara walked into the dimly lit room.

"Hey, Aang. What are you doing?"

"Sh!" Aang hushed her urgently, peering around for anyone who might have heard. "I'm writing fan fiction on samtana's laptop while he's out on his book tour."

"Come on, Aang. Everyone knows samtana isn't good enough to go on a book tour. He probably just told you that to sound impressive."

"Yeah," concurred Sokka, walking in with Toph. "He's probably just trying to get a job helping some fisherman who needs a hand during a dangerous storm. Tool."

"Let me see your stories," said Katara eagerly, peering into the computer screen, her round blue eyes running back and forth, her breath so close that Aang could feel it. It was all he could do to avoid reaching two centimeters to pull her into a romantic embrace.

"Your screen name is Appalover13?" asked Katara with a disgusted tone.

"Okay that's just wrong," said Sokka.

"Doesn't surprise me," said Toph.

"Hey, look at this," said Katara excitedly, leaning in so far that her cheek was almost touching Aang's. "This one's called 'Katara's Choice.' Let's open it."

"Um, I don't know," mumbled Aang after it was too late. "I'm not much of a writer."

"You're such a wimp," scolded Toph, shaking her head. "No self-confidence at all."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're a great writer," said Sokka.

Zuko walked into the room. "Hey, what are you all doing with samtana's laptop?"

"Checking out Aang's fan fictions," said Sokka proudly.

Katara pulled back from the computer screen, taking her scent and hypnotizing blue eyes with her. "Wait a minute, you paired me with Zuko?" she exclaimed in disbelief.

Zuko took a couple of uneasy steps back, hoping to escape without being noticed. Toph wouldn't allow it. Her grin was particularly wide. Aang blushed.

"I don't even like him that way," said Katara, her nose in the air.

"I can tell you're lying," teased Toph, a lie told to get on Katara's nerves. Everyone could tell by the way she laughed afterwards.

"I know," said Aang meekly. "But it's just so much easier to write."

"Easier? How?" asked Sokka.

"Can you let me go now?" Zuko asked Toph. "You're bruising my arm."

Toph punched his shoulder.

"Come on," explained Aang to Katara. "Pairing you with Zuko is so easy. Think about it: two characters that are always fighting are forced to go on an adventure together and discover affections for each other. Tell me you haven't heard that storyline before."

"The man's got a point," laughed Toph. Katara was annoyed that she was enjoying herself so much.

"But wouldn't it be easier to pair Katara with, well, you?" asked Sokka.

"I can't do that," said Aang softly and dejectedly. His eyes were in his lap.

"Why not?"

Aang took a deep breath. "Because I'd have to admit to her how much I like her."

"Come on, you wimp!" exclaimed Toph. "You already make it so obvious it's as if you're saying it out loud."

"And you're always undressing me with your eyes," Katara pointed out.

"I'd rather undress you with my hands," Aang blurted out.

Katara put her hand on his shoulder. "See? That wasn't hard."

"But it was so crude and tacky," complained Aang. "I want it to be romantic. I want to sweep you off your feet."

"I have an idea," said Sokka. "Why don't you write some fan fictions about me and Toph? She's sending some pretty obvious hints my way, so you can practice having her confess her true feelings for me."

"Ha!" laughed Toph too loudly, turning away from the others. "That's absurd! I don't think of Sokka that way at all. I don't even like the guy!"

"Your face is redder than Ty Lee's dress," said Zuko.

Katara moved the computer to face her, placing her hands on the keyboard. "Here, let's try and help you make the perfect way for you to say how much you care about me."

Aang smiled at her. "Thanks, Katara."

"I've got an idea," said Zuko. "Neither of you can sleep at night and so you have to comfort each other. Or something like that."

"Oh, right," groaned Toph sarcastically. "Very original idea."

Zuko scowled at her. She didn't see it. Zuko forgot she couldn't.

"What if," began Katara thoughtfully, "you accidentally join a Fire Nation school while we're undercover and throw all your classmates a dance party. Then you could dance with another girl and I could get jealous."

"Already been done," lamented Sokka. "I think a better idea would be for Aang to kiss you unexpectedly right before the invasion, saying something about how he might not get another chance."

"Already happened," said Aang, "sort of."

"Really?" said Sokka with surprise. "Wow, where was I during that?"

"In the submarine," said Katara.

"What if," said Toph, "Twinkletoes spilled his guts because he couldn't take the hotness during training anymore?"

"Oh, right," said Zuko. "Very original."

"Do you honestly think the thought of Aang training is attractive, Toph?" asked Sokka, his eyebrow arched.

"No!" exclaimed Toph, turning away again. "I just think that story sort of makes sense! I am not attracted to Aang at all!"

"You're turning red again," said Zuko.

The last fragment of Zuko's sentence was cut off by Toph covering his mouth with her free hand.

"Okay, how about this," said Aang, his face lifting with excitement. "We could be trying to get away from the Fire Nation and have to go through this cave that two lovers built centuries ago. There could be this curse that you can't get out unless you trust in love, and Katara and I could realize how much we mean to each other!"

Silence met this suggestion for a few moments until Zuko said, "That's the most pathetic idea I've ever heard."

"I don't know," agreed Sokka. "It does seem like a pretty stupid plot line."

"How would we get privacy from Sokka and Toph?" asked Katara.

"It could happen before we meet Toph and we could get separated by a cave-in," said Aang.

"Then how would I get out?" asked Sokka.

"Badger moles could lead you out," suggested Toph.

"This is a terrible idea," said Zuko. "Just face it. There's just no way you can write the perfect romantic confession of Aang's love for Katara."

Katara's face lit up just as Aang's was falling again. "I know! We don't have to say anything to each other!"

"What?" asked Aang.

"We can do the whole thing without words," she explained. "We can look at each other," she said, her eyes delving into Aang's. "And simply know…"

Her voice trailed off. Aang felt it too, and the pair began to lean towards each other.

"Abandon ship! Abandon ship!" screamed Sokka, flailing his arms about and foaming at the mouth. Toph and Zuko quickly followed him, slamming the door behind them. These distractions were not enough to stop the surge of emotion washing over Aang and Katara. She wrapped her arms around him and pushed him onto his back with her lips, pressing her body with all her strength and the weight of gravity onto his.

"That worked," he smiled after she had released his lips and he had a moment to catch his breath.

"I think so," said Katara with a grin. Her hair had never been so messy. "Now how about you undress me with your hands?"

Aang groaned with frustration. "That was such an out of character thing for you to say!" he complained.

"I'm sorry," apologized Katara. "It was such an obvious thing to say, I couldn't resist."

"I think we should just do it all without saying anything," said Aang. "Beginning, middle, and end."

"Agreed," whispered Katara, her lips gliding against his cheek. "But you are going to undress me, right?"

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I had to throw that last line in there, even if it was against everything I stand for.

If you like this senseless fun I can easily extend the series. Just let me know. I'm not particularly attached to this idea, but its lightheartedness makes up for the grotesque "The Feast" by a large margin.