Many of my fics were inspired not only by the themes, but by some fantastic fan art. For example, 11 comes from "Defying Gravity" by Acaciathorn on DA and 20 is from a pic by QueenOfTheCute on acrazyidea LJ community (sorry, links aren't working, agh).

011. You and Me

Even though Aang was holding the scroll in his hand, it didn't feel real. Was that really how he looked? So…Avatar-ish? And did Katara really fit that perfectly into his side, the Air Nomad clothes she was wearing making them a matched set?

Aang turned to the woman looking over his shoulder. "We—we look—is that really us, or did the artist take some liberties?"

A slow smile spread over Katara's face. "Yep. That's you and me."

012. Dream

Katara wished she'd prodded Aang more about his dream. Living underwater how? Like, he was a fish? Or he could breathe underwater? None of those scenarios would give him that look on his face, though. He had just closed his eyes, and kind of smiled, and for a moment she thought he was going to…

She shook her head, trying to clear the blush rising to her face. Whatever weird daydreams Aang was having lately, nothing could compare to the one she kept having more and more often in her sleep.

013. Cry

After she insisted she was crying because she was happy, and he finally believed her, he made a vow that that was the only reason she'd ever cry again.

014. Clouds

Sometimes, he would forget he was watching her and not the sky, and earn a hard punch from Toph and loud complaints from Sokka when they accidentally veered off into a rain cloud.

015. Rain

"I feel like a drowned roachrat. Probably look like one, too."

His besotted smile was the sun that could part the menacing black clouds.

"No, you definitely look like a girl. An amazingly pretty girl who just happens to be soaking wet."

In moments, he too was soaking wet, but neither of them cared about a little rain anymore.

016. Parents

"Now, I know you two are…together, and all, but we are the final law."

"No kissing, touching, hugging, or mushy comments in public."

"No kissing, touching, hugging, or mushy comments not in public."

"And don't stare at each other either. Or try to stare when we're not looking."

"We'll always be looking. We'll know if you break any rules."

Katara waved off Sokka and Toph with one hand. "Sure, Mom and Dad," she replied dryly, before following all the rules and sitting in Aang's lap.

017. Secrets

The first time he'd told her, he had whispered it, a precious secret meant only for her.

The smile she gave him, however, told him that she had known this secret for a while.

018. Silence

Sometimes Aang wondered why people even needed words. Katara could read his every thought and tell him so without moving her lips at all.

019. Fall

Even though she had never left her home until she was fourteen, Katara found that the South Pole bored her. She began yearning for grass and trees and flowers and things that weren't covered in ice. She longed for seasons that weren't divided only by either the constant light or the complete absence of it.

So when Aang returned after his trip to the Earth Kingdom, he brought her the season she missed most, in the form of dozens of pressed leaves.

Upon receiving the gift, she immediately pressed her lips to his.

020. Winter

He laughed and pushed away the bundle of fur.

"Katara, really, I don't need it. I was raised on top of a mountain; snow and ice is nothing to high altitude. I'm not cold. I don't need a coat."

She frowned in that concerned, motherly look. "Aang, it's the South Pole. Winter in the South Pole. Put this on or you'll freeze."

He sighed. "Kataraaaaaa…"

"Aaaaaaang…" She leaned into him, hands stroking down his shoulders and nose just lightly on his. She went all out, making her eyes wide and pouting her lips just slightly. "Pleeeeeease put on the coat. For me."

He caved immediately.