Thank you, Aang stans, for an amazing Aang Rarepair Week!
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There was beauty in what linked them and a perverseness too, one beyond human comprehension. He had been sundered on a level beyond the physical and through their gentle workings, heâd glimpsed the scale of the damage for the first time.
At first, Aang thinks sheâs a mermaid. She moves with a gracefulness under the water that is completely otherworldly, even for a human waterbender. Her hair billows around her in a halo, and what looks like frills fall at the end of her body. But then Aang looks closer, and he sees the frills are the ends of a crisp white dress with pale white skin underneath, all accented by streaks of red that spread throughout her shoulders up to her face. Though he has never seen her in this realm or the other, Aang has heard Katara describe her, and he knows before she meets his eyes that Aang is looking at the Painted Lady.
[Aang visits Jang Hui and is greeted by a new familiar face. Aang x The Painted Lady. Written for Aang Rarepair Week, Day 5. Oneshot.]
He sighed contently. âGive me a minute. I need to catch my breath.â
âNo, itâs not that.â Something in her tone was enough to get his attention, and he turned in the bed so they were nose-to-nose.
âHmm?â he prompted when she didnât speak. Something about him looking at her, breathing her air, was leaving her tongue-tied.Â
âI love you,â she finally blurted out.Â
He chuckled and ducked his head down, pressing his lips to hers. âI love you too.â
âNo, I mean...â she propped herself up on one elbow. This whole âbeing emotionally honestâ thing was still new to her, and she was struggling to articulate herself. Mai was tempted to drop the whole thing, but she soldiered on. âI love you, and I only want to be with you, forever.â
Aang seemed to contemplate her confession for a minute, a smile pulling at the side of his mouth. âAre you proposing to me?â
The tone was teasing, but Mai seriously thought it over. âMaybe.â Her free hand fiddled with the fabric of their sheets. âMy parents have always wanted me to get married, but Iâve never been that into the idea.â She took his hand in hers and smiled shyly. âI would marry you, though, if you wanted.â
âThe Air Nomads didnât have traditional marriage ceremonies,â he began slowly. His thumb was rubbing gentle, soothing circles on the back of her hand. âIf two people wanted to be together, they just were. They would travel the world together, take care of each other.â His grin widened. âKind of like what weâre already doing.â
Mai brought their joined hands in front of her face, pressing her lips to his knuckles. More than anything else about Aang, she reveled in the single-minded attention that he gave her when they were together. Even now, his eyes followed the track of their hands, glowing with unbridled affection as he watched her purse her lips against his fingers. It had been a long time since she had been loved like that.Â
âIf it was good enough for the Air Nomads, itâs good enough for me.â With a note of finality, she snuggled back down into bed, drawing Aang down with her.Â
âAre you sure?â he murmured, his warm breath caressing her ear. âIâd be happy to marry you.â
Mai didnât need, or even want, a ceremony. If Aang knew how much she loved him, this was enough.
âIâm sure.â
~*~
This is a bit of the sequel I'm working on to my Mai/Aang fic "you steal the air out of my lungs." I am hoping to finish it....eventually. In the meantime, I simply couldn't get through Aang Rarepair Week without submitting maiaang content!
The morning air is crisp, the sky clear and blue and perfect for flying in. Though he couldnât remember a day around the Southern Air Temple that wasnât perfect for flying. Despite knowing this, having lived it, heâs also incredibly aware that there was a day when the sky changed drastically, abnormally in color. That such a day hadnât been meant for flying.
Itâs a sobering thought, that there was so much he missed and looking out over the land pouring with the silence of life still trying to come back, he can acutely feel just how much. The winter alone tends to kill a lot of the plant life but thatâs not all it is that has the energy feeling so empty .
Aang breathes deeply in, then out. Heâll change the energy here, renew it. Fill it with the life it once had.
âThis is a perfect day for flying,â Teo announces, rolling up behind Aang, hand reaching out to catch Aangâs in a loose curl of fingers.
He smiles absently at his comment, Teoâs understanding of the air was exceptional. So very reminiscent of an airbenderâs.
â read the rest here, final entry for Aang Rarepair Week, Day 5: Nature/Spirit @aangtheestallion
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aang/Azula (Avatar)
Characters: Aang (Avatar), Azula (Avatar)
Additional Tags: Unhealthy Relationships, Sex, Arguing, Show Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, some worldbuilding is borrowed from lok but other than that, Not LOK Compliant, not books compliant, Not comics compliant, Background Maiko, background Sukka - Freeform, Past Aang/Katara (Avatar), background songru, background katoph, background teo/the duke
Summary:
Fifteen years have passed since the end of the Hundred Year War. Aang is trapped in Republic City with only one person he can confide in.
Aang finds himself repeatedly drawn back to the Spirit World, to Koh. Their conversations turn from antagonistic to friendly, though Aang is careful not to show any emotion. Eventually, he finds out that the Avatar is doomed to fall in love with the Face-Stealer, over and over again.Â
An edit request by @irresistible-revolution for Aang Rarepair Week Day 5: Nature/Spirit
âIt is not right for you to be here, Avatar Aang,â the spirit hums, black and white feathers ruffling as he slowly lowers himself from the banisters lining the top floors of his library. âDare I say it is⌠unnatural.â
The way Aangâs grip tightens on the staff of his glider may betray his faux nonchalance, but then again, he is well aware Wan Shi Tong has never needed the obvious to be certain.
Aang lifts his chin. âMy return was inevitable, Wan Shi Tong. I am not so foolish as to think you didnât know that.â
If Wan Shi Tong could have smiled, Aang suspects he might have. âAnd what makes you think I will let you stay?â he whispers, his serpentine body at last weaving to a stop in front of Aang.
Aang exhales. âNothing,â he says. The honesty in his response, he hopes, rings clearer than a bell. âYou have no reason to let any humans return, much less myself, after my friends and I betrayed your trust. And for that betrayalâŚâ
He swallows hard, thinking of the people imprisoned, the lives lost during the battle of the black sun. âWe paid the price.â
Wan Shi Tong chuckles. âIndeed you did, Avatar.â He tilts his head, unblinking eyes seeing all, knowing all, examining the depths of the tremor, the tension, the trust that race beneath Aangâs skin. âAnd what will you do now?â
Aang takes a deep breath. He raises his right arm and tosses his glider aside before sinking to his knees. âI ask for your mercy,â he says. His voice shakes, but he presses onward. âI ask for your mercy, Wan Shi Tong, because you are the only one who can help me.â
The sky blue tattoos that run along his back, his arms, his legs, the ink aches, images ingrained with mastery and memories, each arrow burns as if they were still being pressed into his crawling skin.
âYou⌠are the only one who still knows,â Aang says, and Wan Shi Tong hums. The silence that follows lasts ten thousand years.
âCome with me,â Wan Shi Tong instructs, and Aangâs shoulders fall.
~*~
Written for Day 5 of Aang Rarepair Week 2022: Nature/Spirit, hosted by @aangtheestallion. Wan Shi Tong/Aang.
Ty Lee and Aang were having a comfortable walk in one of the many forests that dotted the earth kingdom.
âItâs nice, isnât it?â Aang asked.
âIt is. Sometimes i like to just walk around in nature, and let go of the troubles of the world.â Ty Lee said, twirling around on her feet.
âYou, walking in nature? I have the image of you performing cartwheels instead of walking.â Aang laughed.
Always eager to show off her skills, Ty Lee broke into a cartwheel before she finished off with the splits.
âYour turn, Aang.â She dared.
Aang performed the same acrobatics, making it look easy.
âShow off.â Ty Lee answered.
âThat makes two of us.â Aang said, watching Ty Lee disrobe. Ty Lee opened her legs apart into a straddle as she leaned forwards to rest on her stomach. She looked at Aang with a smile on her face, happy that she had his full attention.
âArenât you going to get naked?â Ty Lee asked.
âWhat if weâre caught?â Aang asked.
âArenât you nomads all about being free from earthly attachments?â Ty Lee pointed out.
âWe are. I even heard a small group of air nomads created a nudist colony. Though it didnât last long.â Aang said, hearing Ty Lee giggle.
âWell, lets have our own nudist colony in this forest. Just the two of us.â Ty Lee said.
Aang removed his clothes, laying next to Ty Lee.
âYouâre right, Ty Lee. Itâs nice to be in nature, and let go of the world for a moment.â Aang admitted.
In a desperate attempt to produce something for Aang Rarepair Week, hereâs a little bit of an azulaang fic I was working on that I will probably never finish. Essentially, Azula is working as one of Zukoâs ministers, and is constantly undermining/arguing with Aang. Things come to a head after a particularly taxing meeting:
Aang lost what little control he had. In a flash he was against Azula, slamming her back into the closest wall. His hands clamped around hers, preventing her from bending. His lungs burned, and he realized he was breathing heavily.Â
âI knew it.â Azulaâs painted red mouth curled into a smirk. His eyes flickered down to that mouth, the one that ceaselessly tormented and invigorated him. âYouâre attracted to me.â
There was no point in denying it. Not now, when physically couldnât tear his gaze away from her. âYouâre a beautiful woman.âÂ
âItâs more than that,â Azula argued. She shifted so her hips rolled against his. With the contrary nature that she brought out of him, he moved so their bodies were no longer so close together. âYou like it when I argue with you, and make things difficult for you. Kind of fucked up, if you ask me.â
âYouâre full of it,â Aang scoffed, but she pressed onward.
âIâm not like the other ministers, who pretend to play nice to stay on your good side. Iâm actually honest with you, and you like that. I can tell youâre as sick of the political game as I am.â
Three things shine in the open, not under cover. What three? The sun shines in the open, not under cover. The moon shines in the open, not under cover. The teaching and training proclaimed by a Realized One shine in the open, not under cover.
Sokkaang for @aangtheestallionâs Aang Rarepair Week, Day 4: Reverse Tropes/Last Time. A bit of an unorthodox approach, but I like to think of it as Aang and Sokka falling for the last time. Together, of course.
