Everyone else figured it out when his boomerang started smelling like moonflowers instead of hoarded seal jerky. AU. Slowburn Sokka/Yue
Years had passed by, nearly reaching a century since the last airbender was cocooned in the ice. The time was coming to take another birth into a new body to rekindle hope, but abandoning the boy in the iceberg was out of the question. AU. Slow burn Sokka/Yue, Aang/Katara
"Twenty-two years... Twenty-two years since I've taken my responsibility as the Moon Spirit. And you're still pining for me?" Her hushed voice sent shivers up his spine. "Yes. I am." Slowburn Sokka/Yue
Street rats shouldn't yearn for people and things beyond their reach. Sokka was a simple guy with simple needs and wanted to live his entire life by this philosophy, but by the Spirits, Princess Yue was making it too difficult. And what's with the bald guy promising him three wishes? Sokka/Yue
Follows Comfort- Aang liked the rain. He loved to watch the rain every time it made its presence. And he had his reasons.
After the disheartening play, Sokka and Katara ponder upon a revelation- a revelation for Katara that is. Kataang-centric
It was all over. He would forever be known and teased for his midnight escapades...or would he? Oneshot
Cause in the end, it's always you and me. Kataang! Companion fic to Secrets
Zuko didn't understand power. Sure it meant blazing the opponent's pants on fire and manipulating him to bow down to you, but did it also require overlooking the one who could've been the real heir to the throne? Overlooking reality? Maybe a certain soldier boy can give him a clue. ONESHOT
"What honor is there in death, Lu Ten?" Zuko said, his eyes softening. "Nobody talks about you. Nobody sees you as a hero. You're just a dead prince." ONESHOT
The first man, an aspiring musician, carefully let out the breath he had been holding for eternity. The second man, a thief and the more aggressive one, dared himself to glare a group of whimpering girls, silencing them and taking advantage of a deep hole in the wall to watch for the enemy. A good rescue team, right? ONESHOT
Kevin has it right down to the last breath. Kevin/Mia
"I love you." Again she faltered as another rumble of thunder shook the earth. Confessions aren't always cliches. ONESHOT
Strumming once more-eye to eye, blaze to strike- he marks his signature. Mystery incarnate, chilled to the heart of the flamenco dancer. The woman who dances only for him. ONESHOT
This time won't come again. ONESHOT
As the night grew apparent, leaving behind the moon's silver miracle in the center of Yue's slightly quivering palms, she let her eyes dance aimlessly towards the audience until they caught a glimpse of him. The wide-eyed warrior. Or his equally piercing blue eyes, rather. Sokka/Yue
Companion fic to Heart of a Child-Her father was her hero. Her greatest divine being. And she was his most ardent devotee. Still, these doubts circled her mind.
And somewhere up high in the skies, one could have sworn that a certain higher force was laughing. After all, deformities only pertained to the body, not the heart.
The phantom is quiet. The phantom waits. The phantom loves. ONESHOT